It is only when Shoko Tendo removes her tracksuit top that you appreciate why, even on a hot day, she prefers to remain covered up in public. Outwardly she is much like any thirty-something you would encounter on a Tokyo street. Her hair is of the dark-brown hue favoured by many Japanese women her age, her greeting is accompanied by a bow, and her voice seems to be pitched a little on the high side, a common affectation in the company of strangers.
But her protective layer comes off to reveal stick-thin arms covered, from the wrists up, with a tattoo that winds its way to her chest and across her back, culminating, on her left shoulder, in the face of a Muromachi-era courtesan with breast exposed and a knife clenched between her teeth.
It is an appropriately defiant image for Tendo and the most obvious sign that, as the daughter of a yakuza (mafia) boss, she hails from a section of Japanese society that most of her compatriots would rather did not exist.
Her story, Yakuza Moon: Memoirs of a Gangster’s Daughter, became a surprise bestseller in Japan in 2004, shining a light into a dark and little-understood corner of modern Japan.
“I hated the way my father behaved,” she said at the Tokyo office of her publisher, Kodansha International. “But then I became just like him. I was a glue-addicted delinquent. I behaved exactly like a junior yakuza, picking fights and not caring about how other people felt.”
After years of relative calm, the yakuza have recently captured the public imagination in Japan. The swearing-in two summers ago of a new godfather of Japan’s biggest underworld organisation, the Yamaguchi-gumi, was followed by a spate of shootings of high-level gangland bosses, and then, in April this year, the assassination, also by shooting, of the progressive mayor of Nagasaki, Itcho Ito.
But, though much has been written about the male members of the yakuza fraternity, much less is known about their wives, daughters and lovers. Tendo has been all three.
Her status as the daughter of a gangland boss was the cause of her troubled youth, a history involving being bullied at school and dealing with the expectation of drug-fuelled sex among men to whom her father was somehow indebted. As a teenager she was repeatedly raped by men who fed her addiction to drugs then left her bloody and bruised in seedy hotel rooms.
Only her make-up hides the scars from the reconstructive surgery she required on her face after a particularly bad beating. Her marriage to someone with gangster ties ended quickly, although she still talks of him as a “serious, well-intentioned” man who treated her well.
Tendo’s last speed fix came when she was 19, when her injuries from another beating in the room of a motel came close to killing her. “I kept thinking, ‘I don’t want to die in a place like this’. I was there for an hour and managed to drag myself home … I knew it was time to stop,” she said.
She quickly rose up the ranks of the Tokyo hostess scene, but it was her decision, in her early 20s, to tattoo the top half of her body, yakuza-style, that marked the end of her emotional and physical dependence on the men of violence, and the beginning of the new life she has since made as a writer and, now, as a mother.
The popular image of yakuza families as ostentatiously wealthy and loyal to the core bears little resemblance to Tendo’s early experiences of poverty and betrayal. She has a hatred of gangsters that is partly due to the shabby way in which her father’s associates treated him in his hour of need.
“They gave him ‘sympathy’ money to tide him over after his business failed and he became ill, but they basically left him to sink on his own,” she said.
She does not believe she is alone among yakuza offspring in having had a turbulent childhood. “Japanese society looks very calm on the surface, but underneath it is in turmoil,” she said. “Discrimination is rife.”
Though she is not ashamed of her tattoo she knows even a tiny patch of tell-tale ink poking out from beneath the cuffs of her shirt is enough to invite looks of disgust. “Musicians and artists can get away with showing off their tattoos, but a delinquent like me does her best to hide them.”
Despite the satisfaction she gets from writing, she says her struggle for acceptance in a deeply conservative society goes on. “There is a big difference between becoming a single mother after a divorce and because you choose to be one.” But she is adamant that she would not change her past.
“I had a hard time as the daughter of a gangster, but looking back I wouldn’t have lived my life any other way. I am proud that my father was a yakuza. I know his is a world that has no proper place for women. But I have his DNA.” — Â