Rewriting Histories

George Takei: Big Think

The short video above by George Takei hits a strong resonance to me. He voiced a resounding warning, a reminder that history does not necessarily have to repeat itself by learning from our pasts, to watch for the signs, and stand up for what we think are injustices before it gets too big for us to handle.

As an immigrant myself who came in through the channels of USCIS, I do admit feeling some reservations regarding the undocumented immigrants. I am not saying they should “go back” or that they have no right to live and earn a livelihood here. However I do think that there is a definite difference of experience: my father came here and my grandparents did through the legitimate means, worked hard to do the same legitimately. The undocumented migrants have most likely suffered a unique, yet similar ordeals and challenges. But it does remain that there is indeed a difference, between responsibilities and rights of someone who has been recognized to be a citizen and the ones who are not.

However that does not mean that sending undocumented immigrants back is the only, ultra important “final solution” before we enforce another nation, complete with its own laws and culture, to build a wall preventing their land entry. Mind you, we are also just singling out one “brown” neighbor. 

The diatribe of the ever increasing media attention from the extremists, who gives promises but no actual show of at least the means to achieve their publicly intended ends, shown to an audience tired of unemployment, underemployment, hungry for a little piece of privilege to show is a dangerous mix. With many social issues off the government table, we are left to tackle the next big thing that many politicians have avoided all these years: another huge immigration reform.

As an Asian American who brushed some off her history books off regarding my own immigration history, it is very frightening what media can be responsible for. “The yellow devil”, the WW2 internment camps, just to name a few. We should attempt to rewrite history, make sure that we do not fall again into the lull of politicians making promises of segregation to promote the so called safety net that didn’t exist in the first place. There are better ways to tackle immigration reforms, and in the midst of the campaign for the next president, it is more important to take all zealous siren songs with a grain of salt.


My cat died today

Today was supposed to be an extraordinarily ordinary Sunday. I woke up a tad earlier, got up and made breakfast, filled the bowl of water for the cat, greeted the children for the morning. All of a sudden, a yowl was heard.

Now my cat does yowl at times. More for attention than anything. Suddenly I noticed something is wrong. He’s breathing harder, as if there is a hairball stuck in his throat. That’s not natural. Gradually, the distress increased, and I… panicked. I called the nearest pet ER, called the big bear and urgently asked him to come home early. By the time I picked him up to go, I felt something wet. Cat has pissed himself. I was all panic, crying, pleading to wait a little longer.

Today was not an ordinary day. Life sometimes indeed just throws things at you and you are painfully reminded that you are never in control of the circumstances. He died on the way to the clinic. Didn’t even felt like I had a chance to fight for his life. I felt like I made him suffer through the ordeal. Maybe I am being hard on myself, but maybe it is the only way I will feel I was in any control. But alas, I do not have that.

R.I.P. my Talisker, you will be missed. 


Once again, I write

There is more than five attempts of journal writing, blogging, that I did since my adulthood. Memories of read diaries, not so open secrets, and forced transparency has robbed me the pleasure of just being a good writer. Plus I am as always, a bad finisher. My dreaded fear as always is that I leave things in the middle, never finishing, as I am terrified of the ending.

Which is always the source of wonder as to why, of all social service careers, I chose geriatric/skilled facility care. I could have done better with working at attempts at recreating beginnings, fixing the parts to make systems more efficient, or just about other things that reflects my feeble attempts to write. Instead my focus has turned to dignity, respect, easing clients and families about the “end.” I still have not known what is the meaning behind what we do, or why we do them. But until then, like a good writer, I will keep trying.