Joe Wee Monologue

in bog of memories of a child of eight decades ago memories slowly resurface from the distant haze of Kingman Arizona mother’s wash was hung out to dry little panties and shorts smothered by the warmth of Arizona sun white diapers waving in the air tinny pants dancing in the wind small colorful dresses flapping with vigor in unison with the rhythm of the wind bare yard not even weeds few scrubby shrubs hidden beneath the tree no vibrant colors adorn facsimile of a flower bush there is a dearth of tear drops frugally rationed by mana from heaven wind whip-up a dusty cloud nipping our little butts as we ran slam the door quickly into the face of whooshing wind that is ready to bust down our door railroad track graces our frontage the behemoth
Joe Jang was able to return to China a wealthy man to care for his relatives in Kiu Tau. After the affairs of his relatives were settled comfortably, Joe Jang returned back to Gold Mountain, San Francisco. Brother Johnny told me year 2010, that Joe Jang was one of the original four partners that started the business in Kingman Arizona. Knowing the type of man, our father is, it is doubtful that our father has the fortitude to venture into the restaurant business. The menial labor of waiting on tables, washing dirty dishes, kitchen police, mopping and sweeping the floor, chopping and slicing vegetable, how will my father fulfill his part as a viable member in his business venture without his entourage of
Our mother was never absence during the weekday afternoon or on Saturday morning which indicates mother did not return to her teaching job when we returned to San Francisco. There were no other alternative but to look for other avenue to feed her family, the Sweatshops. Our mother was always sitting in front of the sewing machine early in the morning, took a lunch break, and got back on the sewing machine frozen by time till dinner. After we children were fed she was back as a slave to the demanding sewing machine till late into the wee hours of the night. Contract piece-work minimizes production cost and maximizes profits at the expense of desperate indigent whom are grouping for straws. It is an age old practice of exploitation of new arrival immigrants that do not have language or work skills within the confines of walled ghetto of sweatshops. It was take-it or leave-it. Chinatown provides a source of cheap labor for white Americans. These sweatshops bled the immigrants. The sewing machine is driven by foot power and not electrical