From “Taste of Chicago Buddhism” March 2017
When I talked up the showing of the film, “Yuri Kochiyama:
Passion for Justice,” I thought half the Japanese American community would be
filling up the auditorium at the Block Museum on the Northwestern University
campus last month. But only a handful of the folks I knew showed up and the
total audience for the film showing was pretty thin.
Maybe just as well – it wasn’t a well made film (it seemed
like in the mid-1990s sound recording for film must’ve been pretty primitive).
But for me, the life of Yuri Kochiyama (1921-2014) illustrated the Dharma lesson I try to
impart at every memorial service – “That feeling of respect and gratitude you
feel for your deceased loved one should carry over to a widening circle of
compassion for the lives around you.”
Yuri Kochiyama lost her father to the World War II hysteria
against the ethnic Japanese in America (after Pearl Harbor he was jailed
despite his poor health and died the day after he was released). Her passion
for justice is a directing of her outrage over her father’s loss into the
energy to fight for all people in the United States who are mistreated by the
majority white society and the government.
Her story is a rare exception among Japanese Americans.
While she raised her family in Harlem and got involved in the parents’ group
which led her to activism with the black and Latino liberation movements, most
Japanese Americans followed the white flight out of the inner cities to more
affluent neighborhoods. They left the south side in the mid-1950s to move to
the north side during the time of real estate fear-mongering and redlining. And
in the 1970s, there was a strong push to get away from the black, brown and red
people of city neighborhoods such as Uptown and relocate to the suburbs.
Right now there are a lot of young Japanese Americans saying
they’re against the “Muslim registry” (such as my cousin’s daughter http://www.facebook.com/nationalcouncilofasianpacificamericans/photos/a.532706786770092.122765.532675646773206/1527469653960462/?type=3&theater),
but I don’t hear many calling for reparations for African Americans as Yuri
Kochiyama did. It’s good that young JAs relate to the recent immigrants, such
as those from Muslim countries, but I wish more Asian Americans would relate to
those whose ancestors were brought to the U.S. as slaves, to those who were
here first and saw their lands taken away from them and to those vast numbers
of descendants of Europeans who are in or near poverty due to shifts in the
economy.
For many Americans, Yuri Kochiyama is seen as unpatriotic
for her anti-government remarks (see the furor over the May 19, 2016 Google
doodle), but she reminds us that the mindset of powerful interests that
incarcerated the ethnic Japanese during World War II is still prevailing in
policies and procedures that violate the rights of people of color and
lower-income whites and deny them the opportunities easily accessed by
residents of affluent areas. Yuri Kochiyama’s life reminds me of the Dharma
teachings of considering myself and all beings as “we” - not to be divided into
us (“we work hard and have morals”) versus them (“they’re lazy and just want to
kill and rob”). My hope is that the Japanese Americans at Buddhist temples can become
Dharma friends with diverse ethnicities and those of differing socio-economic
statuses and that we categorize less and emphasize more with all the lives
around us. That is, genuinely hearing the call of Namu Amida Butsu instead of
just giving it lip-service.