Let’s Go Crazy, Go Crazy

It was a hot day too, so I thought I would finish it quietly and quickly. The content of the consultation was not too complicated. However, as soon as I entered the building, my body became tense without realizing it. A scene I had forgotten for a while came to mind.
In Yeosu last spring, when camellia flowers that fell to the ground were revived in red. On the day of the funeral of 10 migrant workers, I was on my way out of the Yeosu Foreigner Detention Center after completing the labor service. The scenery I looked back after being drawn to something that had not yet been resolved. can’t forget Next to the altar at the front door of the shelter, three high-ranking immigration officials were smiling brightly as we left. It was a spring day when I wanted to have a daytime drink by putting it on fire.
When I entered the Incheon Immigration Office, the feeling of that spring day was revived. In order to keep his composure, he visited the counselor. She was a female migrant worker from China who was a trainee at an overseas investment firm. He said he was sick and wanted treatment. The reason I left the company was because I was sick. While we were chatting, a security guard came in and said that the visit time was 10 minutes, so hurry up and finish it. He quietly asked if he could do it for up to 30 minutes, but he said he didn’t know and left. And after a while he came back and told me to finish the visit. messed up As the noise grew louder, another person in charge came. ‘The prison only gives you 7 minutes,’ he said. When asked, “Immigration and Immigration is self-reporting in the human rights report that 30 minutes of visit time is guaranteed twice a day, and within 30 minutes according to the enforcement ordinance,” he said 30 minutes more. Whoa.
I went to meet the investigator to take care of the things in front of me. I had to go out and wait. At the Investigation Division desk, a female employee and a female complainant were arguing over a fine. The space was tight and it was impossible to avoid. The female complainant was a woman from China who had an international marriage and appeared to be in her 40s. As the quarrel got longer and each other’s voices got louder, a male employee who was sitting next to a female immigration officer stood up and pointed a finger to help out, ‘Ajumma made a mistake, where did you come from?’ I tried to be patient. It seemed like he had a sensitive family problem. But the attitude of that male employee was unknowingly teasing me. I had no choice but to argue, ‘Where did you point your finger at the civil servant and say ‘Ajumma’? it is an occupational disease ‘When did I point at you?’ A male employee sat down. After waiting for a long time, I met the staff in charge and promised the counselor’s hospital treatment.
The counselor I met in the promised hospital lobby the next day was handcuffed and covered with a towel. There were only four immigration officers who came with me. I had to mess around again. It was that the person with the key was coming late because he couldn’t find a parking space. Whoa. When it was time for my appointment, I saw the doctor in handcuffs. After the interview, blood had to be drawn from the wrist for examination. When the key arrives after a while, the doctor is told that it can be done even in the handcuffed state. The counselor nodded saying it was okay. Whoa. I wanted to ask, ‘Are you a doctor?’
It is clear that daily human rights problems cannot be resolved unless the fundamental system is improved. However, neither the fundamental human rights issue nor system improvement can be changed unless the daily perspective on human rights changes. It’s tiring. Because there are so many things to resist.
I asked a migrant worker who appeared on a TV program, ‘What do you do when you’re having a hard time?’ The answer was, ‘Just hold on.’ We’ve been through too much. Now, let’s rant, blatantly, blatantly. From the world I meet, let’s change little by little to my ‘bastard’. The world is changing slowly but surely.