“What if I hadn’t come across that book at that time” is the thought that always comes to my mind when I think about one book.

I read “Haremu no atsui hibi” (Hot days in Harlem) by Ruiko Yoshida during the summer vacation of my second year of junior high school.

The book encapsulates the 10 eventful and pivotal years after Yoshida moved to the United States in 1961. It is an excellent piece of reportage as well as a record of her youth.

During her graduate studies at Columbia University, she met a white activist and later married him and lived in a housing complex for low-income families in Harlem, New York, which was then synonymous with the city’s black community.

It was an era marked by burgeoning opposition to the Vietnam War and a surging civil rights movement demanding an end to racial discrimination against black people. Eventually, she divorced and established herself as an independent photojournalist.

Her book offered a refreshingly intriguing perspective, vividly portraying the turbulent era through the experiences of African-Americans. I remember being struck by the realization that “such a Japanese woman exists.”

As I attended her lectures, I developed an interest in photojournalism. I felt a growing urge to communicate the diverse realities existing outside my own limited sphere.

Her writing and photographs resonated with touching authenticity, a testament to the deep trust she established with her subjects.

Even in conflict zones in Asia and the Middle East, she waited until people opened their hearts to her. Her images of women working in the markets and children playing innocently have stayed with me.

She also had bitter experiences during the Vietnam War. Drawn to the stark contrast between a tired mother taking refuge crouching down and her soundly sleeping baby, Yoshida was about to click the shutter. At the moment, the mother covered the baby’s face with her hand.

Though she initially blamed herself for not capturing the scene, she later came to think it was for the best.

Yoshida recently passed away at the age of 89. She believed that if everyone understood the fact that “we are all the same human beings,” there would be no discrimination or war.

That’s why she continued to take photos. Her conviction never wavered.

--The Asahi Shimbun, June 9

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