What My Father’s Covid Survival Taught Me About Safety

What My Father’s Covid Survival Taught Me About Security

My father protects his livelihood but is by nature invisible. For more than two decades he watched the halls of a mall in Koreatown, Los Angeles, as a security guard. The square is a three-story building with salmon-colored walls and a distinctive glass skylight. It is a community landmark for Korean immigrants who have survived financial insecurities, language barriers, and other problems associated with breaking new ground in a strange place. In 1997 my father went there looking for a job. Our family had just arrived from the Philippines and he had to anchor our landing on a steady income. As an electrician with no security work, he was immediately hired. Over time, he found purpose in securing his new life, family, and mall.

As a kid, I loved walking in the square to look at foreign goods that made me feel at home: copper bowls that can hold an ocean of stew, K-pop tunes on imported speakers, red bean cookies that bulge like clouds is. I loved watching my father on patrols. It was a rare glimpse into his full expression of self temporarily unrelated to fatherhood. He hunted shoplifters a few times a year. He once rescued a shopkeeper who suffered a concussion after a faulty metal grate fell on him when he closed his booth. My father played peacemakers and tempered business rivalries he barely understood. But as he grew into his job, it made him small. He barely earned a minimum wage. Buyers passed him, unaffected by his presence. As I got older, it hurt to see him as a silhouette of myself, faceless.

Like him, I took on a profession related to safety, but a great gap between his and my work. I explored one of the most violent forms of destruction invented by human hands: nuclear weapons. I armed myself with the power of speeches and textbooks, political memos and conferences to convince governments to secure nuclear facilities and practice arms control. I envisioned my work to prevent a hypothetical terrorist from building a dirty bomb or an unpredictable politician from threatening nuclear war. Security became a complicated patchwork of policies and diplomatic agreements that, in theory, would save all from nuclear annihilation. "Everyone" is vaguely defined, but it sounds impressive.

I sensed my father's pride in my career, but we lacked the language to express the depth of our working lives. Over the years we remained silent, convinced that if we talked we would pass each other. It never occurred to me to associate what I do with my father's work or mine.


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