What Does The Path From Invisibility To Reclamation Look Like For The AAPI Community?
Being an Asian American lady, I'm striving to interrupt free of narratives of invisibility & hypervisibility.
My family’s immigration journey started with my father and the siblings departing Columbia and coming towards the U.S. on October 28, 1978. Because they go about their resides in La, my dad’s which you may was being employed as a janitor cleaning two structures between Alvarado Street and Wilshire Boulevard, near Koreatown. Every evening, he'd enter an emptied space, gather his cleaning utility caddy, and sweep, scrub, and vacuum from 9 p.m. to 4 a.m. When employees and visitors showed up the following morning, everything was neat and spotless, put together again in the rightful place. Nobody saw the immigrant spending so much time at night time. It had been as if my father wa...