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Yuriko (Anemiya Kikuchi)

“Come in,” Yuriko said, opening her front door partway to prevent her cat from escaping. I slid through the narrow space, blocking the door’s entrance with my foot. “Please make yourself comfortable. I’m not quite finished dressing. I’ll be right out.”

I put my camera bag down on a low bench and began to survey Yuriko’s living room. An assortment of Japanese masks, miniature figurines, and geisha dolls populated shelves and cases, lining the walls. The furniture consisted of one blue upholstered chair flanked by several floor cushions with back supports, like the kind you take to the beach. On the wall behind the blue chair hung Barbara Morgan’s famous photograph of Martha Graham known as “The Kick.” I was admiring a beautiful hand-sewn kimono displayed on another wall when Yuriko walked into the room.

“You have some lovely things.”

“Many of those dolls belonged to my mother. They are over a hundred years old. Come, please sit,” she said gesturing me toward the blue chair. “I prefer to sit on the floor.”

“Yuriko, when did you first know that you’d become a dancer?”

“I knew it from my very first dance step. I was six years old. I was young but I knew. I’ve had a most interesting life. I was born in San Jose, California, in 1920, but was sent to live with relatives in Japan when I was three. My mother thought she could save me from the influenza that had killed two of my sisters and my father. I returned to California when I was six, and it was around that time that my mother decided that I should become an artist. She started me in music, then dance, and finally painting. But dance was the thing I enjoyed most. I went back to Japan again when I was nine, and was left in the care of the great dancer, Konami Ishi.”

“Was she responsible for your early training?”

“Yes, she taught me rhythm and movement based on Dalcroze’s Eurythmics, which was very popular at the time. I remember walking in circles with corresponding arm movements and patterns. So from a very early age I understood the relationship of rhythm to movement. By the age of ten, I was performing in Konami’s dance recitals and in her tours of the Orient. Konami was very influenced by what they called ‘European Dance’—a sort of ballet without shoes in the style of Mary Wigman and Harald Kreutzberg. After graduating from high school I returned to California and studied with Dorothy Lyndell in Los Angeles. She taught ballet and modern dance and was the first to encourage me to choreograph.”

“Sounds like your dance life was preordained.”

“From as far back as I can remember my life was directed towards the dance. Invitations and opportunities to dance just presented themselves. I didn’t have to plan anything. I never dreamed of becoming famous. I only wanted to be a really good dancer.

“But my plans were interrupted when World War II broke out. The Japanese Americans were rounded up and put into relocation camps. We really didn’t know what would become of us. I was one of ten thousand to be taken to Gila River Relocation Camp in Arizona. Forced into trains, we were treated like prisoners and hidden from the public behind drawn curtains. As we passed communities, no one on the outside really saw what was happening.

“It was 110 degrees when we arrived at the camp. Each one of us was handed an army cot and blanket and then assigned to a barrack. I remember rows after rows of barracks separated only by toilets and laundry rooms. And the spiders … there were tarantulas and scorpions everywhere.”

“Did you want to rebel or run away?”

“Rebel?” she shouted. “How can you rebel? We understood that this could not be helped. Our Japanese sensibility accepted that there was nothing one could do. You just took it.”

“What became of your dancing?”

“Here in this barren part of Arizona the children had nothing to do. I thought maybe I could contribute something so I asked the authorities if I could teach dance to the children. They said yes and allowed me to turn one of the barracks into a dance studio, complete with ballet barre. Despite our imprisonment, we lived in a functioning community. Professionals like doctors and teachers got paid for their work. My salary was nineteen dollars a month. I had about a hundred students, only girls and some of the mothers. We gave performances and made our own costumes out of crepe paper and tablecloths. We even danced the Nutcracker Suite.”

“How long were you confined in Gila Relocation Camp?”

“I was there for a year and a half and then the East Coast opened up and some of us evacuees were allowed to resettle. In order to leave the camp one had to be given clearance from the Army and Navy Intelligence, as well as the FBI. Sponsorship by another person was required. I was one of the first to leave, but the camps would stay open for another three, maybe four years. When I applied for resettlement I asked to go to Detroit because I had a girlfriend there, but Clara Clayman, one of the camp’s administrators advised me to go to New York City. She said, ‘If you want to be a dancer, you have to go to New York. That’s the center of dance.’ So I changed course. Clara agreed to sponsor me and arranged a job for me working as a seamstress. The authorities gave me fifty dollars and I saved fifty dollars from teaching. And so with a hundred dollars and my one suitcase, I arrived at the Phoenix train station. I was just about to cross the street to buy my ticket when I noticed the light signal.” Yuriko paused. “It flashed red … turned green … then red … green…. I stood there for I don’t know how long, mesmerized by the flashing colored lights, and then it hit me: I’m outside! I’m free,” she said in a whisper, her eyes wide. “I’m free! The red and green flashing lights symbolized my freedom and my future. I was completely overcome with emotion.”

“When did you arrive in New York City?”

“I arrived in New York City on September 23, 1943.”

“You remember the exact date?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I will never forget that date. I found a rooming house on Sixth Avenue between 55th and 56th Streets near the shop where I was to work as a seamstress. About a month later, I borrowed a phone book and looked up the studio addresses of Doris Humphrey, Hanya Holm, and Martha Graham. I had seen them perform in Los Angeles before I was sent away. I loved their work but wasn’t sure which of their techniques would be best for me. I planned to visit each of their studios. So, one day after work, I took the Fifth Avenue bus to 14th Street. Standing on the street corner I looked at my list of addresses and saw that I was closest to Martha’s studio on 15th Street, so I went there first. Hanya was on 10th Street and Doris’s was on 16th Street. I went up in the elevator to the ——— floor and saw a glass door with a sign that read: MARTHA GRAHAM DANCE STUDIO. I knocked and a lady dressed all in black opened the door.

“‘I’m Martha Graham, please come in,’ she said. I didn’t expect to meet Martha; I was just coming to get her class schedule. ‘Where did you come from?’ she asked. I told her that I’d just been released from a Japanese-American relocation camp in Arizona. ‘Have you ever danced before?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Here, I have a leotard. Why don’t you put it on so I can see how you move.’ ‘Oh no. I can’t do that,’ I said. ‘I’m not in condition.’ ‘But I just want to see you move,’ she said. ‘No, no,’ I persisted. ‘All right, I’m teaching tomorrow, come to one of my classes.’ ‘Oh, no, no,’ I cried. ‘I can’t do that. I do not know your technique. To take from the master, I must know the technique. This you know, is the Japanese way.’ Martha couldn’t understand. She said, ‘But everyone comes and takes my class!’ ‘You’ll have to send me to your company members or students so that I can learn your technique first,’ I insisted. Finally she gave up trying to get me to dance and arranged for me to study with Sophie Maslow and Jane Dudley. But before I left, she said to me, ‘Yuriko, if you’re good, you will be accepted.’ I never made it to Hanya’s or Doris’s studios.”

“Another stroke of fate?”

“Yes, Rose. I left Martha’s studio that evening and walked all the way home, from 15th, all the way to 56th Street and cried every step of the way. That first meeting with Martha reminded me of those flashing red and green lights at the train station in Phoenix. I saw freedom in Martha, my rescuer. Her simple words, ‘If you’re good, you will be accepted,’ hit me deeply in my soul. For me it meant survival. Here I was having just come out of camp, I’d barely had a family, never really knew my mother, and had everything I owned taken from me. I was not accepted as an American, or even as a person, for that matter. Martha’s words filled me with hope and encouragement. What a wonderful gift. To this day I owe her everything. I owe Martha everything!”

“So Sophie and Jane began training you?”

“Yes, I started working with them in October, and that February Martha phoned me and offered me a scholarship, and she still hadn’t seen me dance. Sophie and Jane immediately put me in their advanced class and told Martha all about me.”

“Do you remember your first class with Martha?”

“I’ll never forget it. I came in and took a place in the back of the room. Louis Horst was playing the piano. Martha stood at the front of the room and demonstrated a contraction.” Yuriko now sat up, her eyes shining. “As Martha’s torso hollowed I thought to myself, that’s what I want in my body. Here was drama. Here was creativity. I had to find out where it comes from. In time, I understood that the contraction comes from the breath, and that its shape originates from a deep source within the body. This source extends to all the extremities in the physical body. Take for example, Martha’s famous cupped hand,” she said, demonstrating. “This is not a position or a shape. It comes from here,” she said, pointing to her solar plexus and then drawing her finger up the chest, through the armpit, down her arm to the center of her hand. “The body’s center is like the roots of a tree that sends nourishment out to all its branches. A contraction vibrates through the body and ends right here,” she said, pressing her index finger into the center of her cupped hand. “It’s alive. A shape is not alive. To achieve this, you have to steal it,” she said, looking me in the eye.

“Steal it?”

“Yes. I stole so many things from Martha. I stole everything.”

“Wasn’t she giving it, offering it to you?”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure that she was. But … I stayed with her for twenty-five years and took from her whatever I could take. When she opened her door on that first day, she opened my dancer’s door and I walked all the way through.”

“How did you come to dance in her company?”

“After I was in her class for one week, she called me into her dressing room and said, ‘Yuriko, I’ve never said this to anyone. You are a born dancer. But if my technique doesn’t agree with you, then you should go somewhere else.’ I told her that I loved her technique, and that’s when she asked me if I wanted to learn her repertory. I didn’t know that she was planning her first New York season in May of 1944, and that my sessions with John Butler, Jane, and Sophie were leading up to a big performance. I thought it was just repertory class. The first pieces I danced in were American Document and Primitive Mysteries.”

“After twenty-five years working with Martha, I imagine the two of you were very close.”

“Yes, we were close. Martha gave me this,” she said, holding up a jade pendant that hung from her neck on a long chain. “It’s in the shape of two adjoining plums. This is one of my most cherished possessions. We were very close, Martha and I, but at times she was very envious of me because I had a husband and children. I felt as a woman it was important to have a family. Now I’m a grandmother. These are my grandchildren,” she said, pointing to a formation of framed photographs on a small table. “Martha gave birth to all her dances. Those were her children. But towards the end of her life she was drinking heavily and would call me after midnight and wake me up. Eventually I put the telephone on my husband’s side of the bed. One night she called and my husband answered. She complained to him about her life. ‘Oh, I envy Yuriko so much,’ she told him. ‘She has you and the children, a house and a career. And I have nothing.’ She thought compared to me she had nothing.”

“Everyone knows that Martha chose her work over everything else.”

“Yes, she did, but she was still envious of those who aspired to have more. I had both, a family and career. But I’m not a genius. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that wanting a family is a normal human desire. I never saw myself as such a big shot that I had to sacrifice the most basic things in life. To some people it’s more important to change the world and become famous. I never looked for fame, only to be a better dancer.”

“Do you still dance?”

“No, I’m long retired, but I teach class at the Graham school and coach the dancers. I try to give them the source of Martha’s work, the concept, not the shape. When Martha choreographed, she didn’t choreograph for shape—even though her shapes are very interesting. Her movement was very organic and the concepts for all her pieces were very human, including the abstract pieces, like Dark Meadow. This one was very mysterious, very beautiful. It was very deep in a religious sense with elements of ritual and sacrifice.”

“Martha’s choreography grew out of her own life experience—very different from your own. What did you get out of it?”

“I got out of it the experience of going on a journey—the human journey. All her work came from the center of her being. That’s why I referred to her dances as her children. She birthed them. To give birth is a human experience. When she choreographed Deep Song [1937], for example, she was expressing profound grief over the horrors of the Spanish civil war, in the same way that Picasso was, when he painted his Guernica. Martha choreographed steps, but beneath those steps we see devastation, homelessness, and exile. Recently while rehearsing Deep Song with the Martha Graham Dance Company, I thought to myself—this dance is contemporary! Look at what’s happening in our world, in our century. We have had such devastation with the tsunami in Asia, Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, and the earthquake in Afghanistan. Even though Martha’s work was choreographed decades ago about the human condition of her time, it works for our time … it’s still relevant. But … if dancers just do the choreography by representing shapes on the stage, it won’t speak, it won’t have relevance.”

“Do today’s dancers understand this?”

“I’m afraid most don’t. They must be told. Dancers, listen up! You have bodies to express emotions and experiences. After Hurricane Katrina we watched the people of New Orleans on television—the death and destruction, the hungry and the homeless. People had to stand in long lines just to get a bottle of water. It’s degrading. ‘Can you help me? Help me?’” Yuriko pretended to be one of the homeless and demonstrated how the body could be used to illustrate real human suffering with facial expressions, body spirals, and contractions. “We all have imaginations, don’t we? Use it to express life! I’m talking about body language. That’s Dance!”

New York, 2005