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1965 LIFE photo shows Malcolm X lying on the stage of a New York City ballroom moments after assassins had shot him down. One of the first people who rushed to his side was a petite Asian woman in glasses who is seen cradling his head in her hands. #YuriKochiyama, human rights activist who straddled black revolutionary politics and Asian-American empowerment shared the same birthdate as the incomparable Malcolm X.
The brief friendship of Malcolm X and Yuri Kochiyama began close to 50 years ago with a handshake.
Kochiyama and her eldest son, 16-year-old Billy, were arrested along with hundreds of other people, mainly African-Americans, during a protest in Brooklyn, N.Y., in October 1963.
“[They were] in this packed courthouse,” Fujino says. “[There were] a lot of activists who [were] waiting their hearing on the civil disobedience charges.”
In walks Malcolm X, who was quickly mobbed by adoring activists.
Kochiyama described the scene in a Democracy Now! interview in 2008. “I felt so bad that I wasn’t black, that this should be just a black thing,” she recalled. “But the more I see them all so happily shaking his hands and Malcolm so happy, I said, ‘Gosh, darn it! I’m going to try to meet him somehow.’ ”
Eventually, Kochiyama called out to Malcolm X, “Can I shake your hand?”
“What for?” he demanded.
“To congratulate you for giving direction to your people,” she finally mustered.
Malcolm X smiled and extended his hand. Kochiyama remembered how she could hardly believe she was meeting the most prominent black nationalist leader of the time.
Kochiyama’s friendship with Malcolm X fascinated playwright Tim Toyama, who wrote a one-act play called Yuri and Malcolm X.
“Malcolm X’s movement was probably the last thing you would imagine a Japanese-American person, especially a woman, to be involved with,” he says.
the idea of the “Muslim American experience” that people are pushing isn’t inclusive of black Muslims and blatantly ignores our presence and history. Also, that narrative wouldn’t exist without the civil rights movement and black Muslims.
I kept thinking, “he’ll change for me.” “He’ll get tired of this.” “In a few years, he’ll be the man he needs to be.” “I just gotta wait it out.” “I won’t have to explain his situation anymore once a few years passed.”
And if you ever catch yourself thinking this, leave. Because he won’t change.