an homage for Yuri…
—
You were
the first stamp on the letter for the least likely to receive
the last one to forget a face
first finger at the light switch
the last one to leave
—
countless many hold their
“first time I met Yuri”
story
as if it happened yesterday
before meeting her
i didn’t understand
the meaning
of Star Struck
until my bones shook and
the skin on my arms shrieked
the day she walked in
from a sweltering J-Town afternoon
to rest at Alison’s desk
i was 20 years old
an intern for Karen at the museum
trying to swallow a gasp
the first time i saw her face
“YOU’RE YURI!”
my excitement couldn’t help itself
It shifted my eyes toward her hands, her little legs,
and fixated on her teeth
until
she did what i came to learn
she did for everybody
she broke out her notebook
she wrote down my name, my hometown and my school
she asked which camps my parents were in
she mentioned all the people i should meet
she forgot she had come inside to rest
she was a conversation in pendulum form
a swift switch with steadfast passion
from politics to grandchildren
she made me lose track of the clock
the temperature
and even the fact that i had been
trying to memorize her face
she let me see an awesomely regular lady
i watched her become ordinary
in
the
most
extraordinary way
—
You were
the rebel with a mission
the perpetrator of Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk
the surprise on the other side of the bull horn
the nation’s most dangerous in disguise
—
when someone doesn’t recognize
her name
i find myself telling them
of the Japanese American woman
in cat’s eye glasses
pictured next to Malcolm X
in his final moments
i say she was an activist from Harlem to Redress
a mentor to the Asian American Movement
an advocate alongside political prisoners
i mention her
Nobel Peace Prize nomination
i quote the Blue Scholars:
“When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be Just Like Yuri Kochiyama”
but those are just my lead-ins
what people really get is
when i say she
was equal parts water and fire
speech so fluid
that the same love flowed in her words
to Free Mumia
as
it did to surface in gratitude for those
who gave to her beloved teddy bear collection
And on the day she died
i combed through every news channel
for a glimpse of her
Public radio and internet got it right
But the passing of a Revolution was not televised
i only felt sorry for the news stories
They missed out on but one cycle our
Extraordinary Yuri
—
You are
water hose to the crooked warden
flood light to the invisible prison
earthquake underneath the gatekeepers’ feet
—
i imagine Yuri
sitting at a chair nearest the front door
leaning forward to tie her shoes
notebook and pen
in the fanny pack
already secured around her waist
checking off yesterday’s list in her head
tabs spilling off the sides of today’s schedule
i think of the times
she sat on panels and
we saw her eyebrows get twisted
at the question
by activists decades her junior
on the issue of burn-out
i heard her say in one way or another
that there is so much to do
there isn’t time left
to
think of herself
getting tired
i imagine Yuri again
and see
humility
excusing itself
and
revolution reflecting on
its future
i see
no wasted motion
a kind of Zen
without the stink of religion
i see
no rest for her weariness
no ego to prove
—
For a collection of her selected speeches
students at UCLA were keen
to include her handwritten notes
for a talk she gave on Malcolm X
to students in the 2nd and 3rd grade
In it, she shared an autograph
Malcolm wrote
to her daughter:
“Audee. Please help to
make this a better
world for all people.”
Yuri goes on to say:
“This is probably the
message he would give
to you—if he were here
today.
And he is here in
spirit.
‘To live in hearts that
are left behind is not to
die.’
Remember that—should
you ever lose someone
dear to you…
We, who loved Malcolm,
keep him alive in our
hearts.”
—
Yuri
who
tossed the cells of the ivory tower
in
open-ended questions
iron-clad ideals
and principle that didn’t flinch
You are
happiness in the pursuit of freedom
justice at the hands of peace
the way the walk sprints
the way the talk chants in the streets
the way social justice dresses itself every morning
the way self-determination decides to breathe
the all ways affirmative action
visitation that refuses to leave
the metal cup clanging across the prison bars
harbinger to the fire alarm
theory in motion
articulation in practice
hammer to clock
blowtorch to burnout
bridge to the bridges
i quote from You in honor of You
Yuri,
You are the fire
who reminds us
to
make this a
better world
for all people
This is the message
we would give to you
if you were here today
And you are here in
spirit
“To live in hearts that
are left behind is not to
die”
Remember that—now that we have lost a giant
We, who love you, honor you,
keep you alive in our hearts
forever
in every single
extraordinary
and
ordinary
way
*This tribute was originally published on traci kato-kiriyama’s blog.
© 2014 Traci Kato-Kiriyama
