Civil Rights Champion Yuri Kochiyama Dies

By Portside, www.portside.org

June 7, 2014
Educate!

Japanese-American activist and Malcolm X Ally, Yuri Kochiyama, has died at the age of 93. She spent two years in an internment camp and helped win reparations for Japanese-Americans. She was with Malcolm X when he was assassinated. She inspired generations. Tributes from 18 Million Rising and the Asian American Studies Center at UCLA; links to some of her writings and interviews.

Yuri Kochiyama (May 19, 1921 – June 1, 2014)
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Civil Rights Champion Yuri Kochiyama Dies at 93

MORNING EDITION
June 2, 2014
National Public Radio (NPR)

Japanese-American activist and Malcolm X Ally, Yuri Kochiyama, has died at the age of 93. She spent two years in an internment camp and helped win reparations for Japanese-Americans.

DAVID GREENE, HOST:

A long-time human rights campaigner has died. Her name was Yuri Kochiyama. She traced her activism to World War II. That’s when her family was forced into internment camps, along with thousands of other Japanese-Americans.

STEVE INSKEEP, HOST: Years later, she was in Harlem, worked in the civil rights movement with leaders including Malcolm X. She was there in 1965 when Malcolm X was assassinated. And instead of running from the gunfire, she moved toward her friend.

YURI KOCHIYAMA: I just picked up his head and just put it on my lap. I said, please, Malcolm, please, Malcolm, stay alive.

INSKEEP: That moment was captured in a famous Life magazine photo.

GREENE: She later helped win reparations and a government apology for World War II Japanese-American internees. Yuri Kochiyama died Sunday. She was 93 years old. It’s MORNING EDITION from NPR News.

Because of Yuri

By PaKou Her
18 Million Rising

The news began making its way across social media last Sunday afternoon. In hushed tones and unverified reports, /members of the AAPI community began sharing that Yuri Kochiyama, one of our greatest civil rights leaders, had died.

I didn’t want to believe it.

But by late Sunday night, Yuri’s family confirmed that the reports were true: we had all lost a revolutionary leader whose activism and dreams of a just world changed innumerable lives.[1]

In the wake of her passing, 18MR is honoring Yuri by gathering stories about the ways she impacted individuals, our communities, and the movement. Tell us how you will remember her. BOLD

I’ll always remember Yuri as a compelling, inspiring leader who urged me to be my best radical self. I was a just a young, angry 20-year old student activist when I first met her – and I thought I knew everything there was to know about racism and injustice. Yuri listened to me at a time when I felt no one else would. Instead of lecturing me about my youthful foolhardiness, she affirmed my experience and agitated me to think bigger, be braver, and act more boldly.

Nearly two decades years later, Yuri Kochiyama’s words still guide me.

But even if I had never met Yuri in person, her life and work would have impacted me in profound ways. Her work to advance the Black Liberation Movement, end militarism, free political prisoners, decolonize Puerto Rico, build cross-racial coalitions, and gain reparations for the incarceration of Japanese Americans has left an indelible mark on movements to free all people.

Will you honor Yuri by sharing how her life impacted yours?

Let’s take a moment to grieve the passing of one of our greatest leaders. And then let’s keep on keeping on, remaining focused on the goal of creating justice and equity for all people.

In solidarity,

PaKou Her
18MR Campaign Director
18 Million Rising

P.S. Please tell others about Yuri Kochiyama’s life and legacy by sharing this with your friends and family.

In Memory of Yuri Kochiyama (1921-2014)

UCLA Asian American Studies Center

Dear Alumni and Friends,

We received word of the passing of Yuri Kochiyama who touched and inspired the lives of thousands of people through her decades-long activism and incredible dedication to social justice.

The Kochiyama Family has issued a brief statement:

“Life-long activist Yuri Kochiyama passed away peacefully in her sleep in Berkeley, California on the morning of Sunday, June 1 at the age of 93. Over a span of more than 50 years, Yuri worked tirelessly for social and political change through her activism in support of social justice and civil and human rights movements. Yuri was born on May 19, 1921 in San Pedro, California and spent two years in a concentration camp in Jerome, Arkansas during World War II. After the war, she moved to New York City and married Bill Kochiyama, a decorated veteran of the all-Japanese American 442nd combat unit of the U.S. Army.

Yuri’s activism started in Harlem in the early 1960s, where she participated in the Harlem Freedom Schools, and later, the African American, Asian American and Third World movements for civil and human rights and in the opposition against the Vietnam War. In 1963, she met Malcolm X. Their friendship and political alliance radically changed her life and perspective. She joined his group, the Organization of Afro-American Unity, to work for racial justice and human rights. Over the course of her life, Yuri was actively involved in various movements for ethnic studies, redress and reparations for Japanese Americans, African Americans and Native Americans, political prisoners’ rights, Puerto Rican independence and many other struggles.

Yuri is survived by her living children — Audee, Eddie, Jimmy and Tommy, grandchildren — Zulu, Akemi, Herb, Ryan, Traci, Maya, Aliya, Christopher, and Kahlil and great-grandchildren — Kai, Leilani, Kenji, Malia and Julia.”

Yuri Kochiyama’s stint as a scholar in residence at UCLA in 1998 enriched the life of our Center and the campus. Those connections deepened as we were honored to work with her on the publication of her memoir, Passing It On (UCLA Asian American Studies Center Press, 2004). The Center is also honored to house some of Yuri Kochiyama’s papers relating to the Asian American movement. We are grateful to be part of preserving her legacy for future generations.

Our condolences go out to her family and friends. Rest in power and peace.

Sincerely,

David K. Yoo
Director & Professor
Asian American Studies Center – UCLA

Yuri Kochiyama: The Trip to Cuba (as part of the Venceremos Brigade at age 67)

Passing It On, A Memoir by Yuri Kochiyama
UCLA Asian American Studies Center Press 2004
ISBN O-934052-38-7 (hardcover)
ISBN O-934052-37-9 (softcover)

The Trip to Cuba: The 19th Venceremos Brigade, 1988
by Yuri Kochiyama

It had always been my dream to go to Cuba with the Venceremos Brigade, but I didn’t think that would be possible as I was in my sixties sixty seven years old to be exact when I applied. I didn’t think that anyone as old as me would be accepted, but I later found out there were others even older than I was! I filled out my application, turned it in, and was accepted. I thank my husband for being supportive and helping me with the funds needed and taking care of the family while I was away.

I was also very grateful to Vilma Ramirez, a Chilean activist who kept encouraging me to try and apply. I was surprised to learn that of the 149 North Americans comprising the 19th Venceremos Brigade, some fifteen were senior citizens. The 1988 Brigade to Cuba ranged in age from fifteen to eightyone.

After Cuba’s victory, so many activists wanted to see what a socialist country would be like. The Venceremos Brigade, a left wing solidarity organization, developed work brigades to give grassroots organizers and activists an opportunity to go to Cuba to work together with the people there and experience first hand their way of living. It was such a golden opportunity to work, study, and learn about global liberation struggles and socialism in Cuba. There are still Brigades going to Cuba today.

Under the slogan “No More Contras Anywhere,” the Brigade represented a broad cross section of students, workers, professionals, and retirees from all over the U.S. The gender breakdown included seventy two women and sixty nine men; the ethnic composition was sixty two whites and seventynine people of color (thirty eight Latinos, thirty two Blacks, three Middle

Easterners, three Native Americans, and three Asians). The wide array of Brigadistas, however, was unified in their praise and admiration of Cuba’s concerted efforts through self determination, its continuous struggle against the vestiges of racism and colonialism, and its effort to build a solid foundation for nurturing tomorrow’s new socialist men and women.

The host organization, Cuban Institute for Friendship OCAP), was instrumental in setting up tours and meetings, handling logistics, and recruiting speakers, translators, and camp work crew who were all exemplary hosts/ hostesses and emissaries of friendship.

Both eye opening and mind boggling for the North Americans was the spontaneous warmth and kindness of the Cuban people; the caring nature of medical practitioners (through the Family Doctor Units or hospitals); the humane policies of the penal system; the special programs for the elderly; the intensive construction work of the micro brigades; the work/ study combination in the educational system; and the deeply imbued patriotism of defending their revolution which seemed ingrained in all ages in the Cuban society.

Throughout our bus travels around Cuba, Brigadistas could see the tremendous amount of construction work sprouting in the hinterlands, by the ocean, or in the towns to meet the needs of housing, education, and health care. Cuba is truly a nation whose primary concern is the basic needs of her 10 million people beginning with the neediest. How different, we thought, from the U.S., where construction is geared toward building condominiums, luxury hotels, fashionable suburban homes, and high rise offices for corporations, while tens of thousands of Americans are homeless, jobless, and on the streets begging.

Members of Poder Popular took us to the Alamar area where workers (both men and women) in hard hats were busy at a construction site. They explained how Micro Brigades began in 1971. Castro’s plan for 32,000 houses in a ten square kilometer area for 83,000 inhabitants was initiated. At the time of our visit, 25,000 had already been built as well as fifteen daycare centers, seven boarding schools, one polyclinic, sixty eight family doctor units, ten supermarkets, four trade centers, a furniture store, two textile factories, a coffee factory, a centralized laundry and kitchen, and three centers.

It was also obvious that education was one of the priorities in their socialist society. The Brigadistas were taken to a number of educational facilities and schools. In a Social Science class at an intermediate school, a Brigadista threw out the question “What is Marxism?” Without hesitation, a youngster rose up and explained: “Marxism is a doctrine to be followed by workers. It is a scientific philosophy where general problems of society can be handled by understanding matter and ideas. It gives us the possibility of performing the historical role of socialism.” Although some Americans may consider the answer rhetorical and simple, most Brigadistas, were impressed by the answer, which revealed the seriousness with which students absorbed their lessons.

The concept of combining work and study, we learned, was proposed long ago by Jose Marti, whose prophetic ideas have given a solid base to Cuban education. At a nursing class for thirteen year olds, young girls were preparing to aid a birth. The realism of their demonstration was impressive. They even took the blood pressure of some of the visiting North Americans who watched in awe. At the Pioneer Center, dedicated to Che Guevara, youth from ages ten to fourteen were running the school’s sugar cane factory, while high school science students were actually testing the sugar. Nine year olds were raising rabbits and chickens.

Another aspect of Cuban life is the importance of the elderly. Upon visiting a senior citizens complex where some 500 to 600 seniors congregated daily for exercises, excursions, and cultural activities, Brigadistas learned that 26,000 citizens in Havana belong to the Senior Citizens Club. The elderly are considered an integral part of Cuban society rather than being marginalized.

In fact, no one seemed marginal. Visiting a women’s prison reinforced the socialist objectives of creating humane conditions everywhere. Inmates are allowed the right to work and earn salary. Bankbooks are issued to keep record of their earnings. A marriage pavilion allows the women to bring in husbands or boyfriends for conjugal visits. Even penal leaves are allowed to visit a sick child. A mother may go home for a year, then come back and finish her time.

In touring the prison, we noticed its dining hall had tablecloths and beds in cells had attractive covers. There was a beauty parlor, sewing room, library, pharmacy and medical facilities. Noticeable in the library collection were the autobiographies of Angela Davis and Malcolm X, and also the Case of Dred Scott and the History of the Black Struggle in America. The finale of the prison visit was the presentation of the most fabulous musical imaginable, filled with vibrant talent, gorgeous costumes, and he enthusiastic backup audience of fellow inmates who roared approval along with the Brigadistas.

However, why were there a disproportionate number of Blacks in prison? At a hospital facility a Black woman doctor gave her personal experience of having been once at the “lowest rung: of hospital work as a clean-up person. “After the revolution,” she explained, “Cuba made overt changes in outlawing racism.” So she was able to enroll in a nursing school, became a nurse, was later admitted to a medical school, and today se is a full-fledged doctor.

On several occasions, Cuban leaders have brought up the issue of racism giving historical background from the Spanish conquest, the annihilation of the indigenous, and the colonization of a mixed-race people. They admitted that vestiges of racism exist, but they feel that institutional racism is being wiped out.

One of the most moving experiences for our North American brigade was visiting the Camp for Disabled Salvadorans. They were young men, ranging from thirteen to thirty. These young men were once guerillas engaged in battles against Salvadorean government tyranny and the U.S. mercenaries. They had seen their mothers and fathers killed, brothers taken away, villagers massacred. Many were without limbs, some on crutches, and others in wheelchairs. Yet, they expressed optimism for the future of Salvador. They were the quiet, unheralded heroes in the grim civil war for liberation, airlifted out of the war zone for medical treatment and rehabilitation, harbored in the safety of the Cuban hinterlands. Meeting such freedom fighters was a humbling experience.

Another exciting moment for us was when we attended the International Workers Day March, held annually on May 1, when President Fidel Castro led a contingent of over 500,000 participants through the Jose Marti Revolution Square. Wave after wave of an almost unceasing flow of people marched for two hours in a spectacular parade of humanity, interspersed with giant floats that represented all the various branches of work and industry.

Colorful and moving were the banners and people representing the number of nations and liberation struggles fighting in the Third World young men and women who were attending schools in Cuba or beginning new lives in this international, socialist society. Some of the countries and organizations represented by the flying colors were Ethiopia, Angola, Mozambique, the African National Congress, Southwest Africa Peoples Organization, Nicaragua, and Palestine. The finale of the marchers was the impressive regular army of Cuba, marching in clipped cadence, and the heroic survivors of the Moncada Barracks struggle.

As the Nineteenth Venceremos Brigade, we felt proud to be part of this historical march, which is well known in the states as former Brigadistas have carried on word of this event through the years.

An unexpected highlight for many Brigadistas, especially the Blacks, was the brief encounters with the highly esteemed, recognized folk hero, Black revolutionary Assata Shakur. Seeing Shakur and her daughter looking well and strong was heartwarming. Another delight for us was the quick meeting with Don Rojas, the former press secretary for Grenada’s beloved martyred Prime Minister, Maurice Bishop, on the last night of our stay.

The Brigadistas were impressed with the meeting and hearing of the leadership of the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDR), the political and revolutionary arm of the Communist Party. Working on the level of the Block Association, the CDR leaders defined and explained their intricate role, accessibility to their communities, obligations, training, selection process, and the social issues they guide constituencies through using MarxistLenin philosophy.

We were also elated to have the opportunity to meet and talk with some of the leadership of the Women’s Federation, during which a free exchange of questions and answers took place. Women’s issues involved the family code, women in the labor force, parenting, childcare, divorce, prostitution, and homosexuality.

All in all, our two weeks in Cuba was an extensive learning experience of a post revolutionary building era of rectification and progression that would impact our own community work when we returned to the U.S.

We found the Cuban people not just work intensive but life intensive and joyful. The national psyche of Cubans was best manifested when the Brigadistas were invited by Poder Popular to a rousing block party in the town of Santa Cruz, in Jibacoa. The hospitality, generosity, openness, and gaiety of the party were earthy and spirited, and the Latin/Caribbean and Afro Cuban music and dance was plainly endemic to life and culture in Cuba.

The Julio Antonio Mella Camp (named after the Cuban martyr) was the home away from home for the 149 North Americans that made up the Brigade. The contingent felt sorrowful in leaving, but grateful for an unforgettable and heartwarming experience. We expressed our sentiments in unison many times, hoping the echoes of our shouting “Cuba! Cuba! Cuba! Venceremos te saluda!” [“We will win!”] would reverberate until the next brigade arrived. Recuerdo siempre. [Always r remember.]

(posted by Walter Lippmann, May 30, 2004)

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