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Two Cultures… One Love
Temple had never so welcomed the warmth and comfort of that bed. The first few days she would just lie there all day watching MSNBC and enjoying the black family in the White House. The department had been depositing her checks into her account. She didn’t really understand it but while she was in that prison camp she was considered on some kinda’ administrative leave or on loan to the South Korean Government, something or other but when she checked her bank account there was a good twenty-five thousand there. She didn’t intend to spend it all in the four weeks she’d have off until she returned to the force but she sure would kick back with a vengeance she thought.
Bobby had proposed to her before she began her North Korean adventure and the plan was to get married in the spring of next year which was just three months away. What with Bobby in law school now and the stress of her seven months absence, she wasn’t even sure there would be a wedding. He hadn’t brought it up and she was too afraid to. Amy was able to get her job back at the Thai Food Restaurant after Bobby used his old connections in his District to rebuild the place after her fight. Temple still refused to believe that Amy let her arrest her. She’s got mad skills but they were both at the same martial arts school, plus she has to constantly work out as an active patrol officer working a tough beat in Los Angeles and all Amy does is serve stir fried rice all day. Temple thought to herself confident she’s made a sound argument.
Detective Clark had kept Temple’s father Travis updated as to her situation during her internment and made sure he was there for the huge re-union at the airport. It was a media event a circus, with every National News and Cable outlet in Los Angeles tripping over one another to get the story. Temple had gone over it to herself on the flight back from Korea. She’d tell the story of how she and Amy were admiring the fashion sense of a young Korean girl one minute and the next they were saving her from being kidnapped by the North Korean military. And how her police detective female instincts kicked in as she did what came naturally– she saved the girl–only to find out that she was being sold out by the South Korean Police who turned her over to the North Koreans who’d parade her blind folded in front of prisoners to set an example.
She’d talk up her detective skills and how she was instrumental in solving the Tan murder and brought down Marcus Chong and his violent Korean gang and how she foiled one of the largest heists in the history of Los Angeles and how she was on the fast track to become one of the youngest detectives in LAPD history. She’d wear a tan skirt and matching blazer and pull her hair back. They’d have to make her a Detective Temple concluded.
And this is Hollywood, so how long would it be before her story became a Hollywood movie? She’d be played by Kerry Washington or maybe Jada Pinkett or Amarie. Hill Harper or Idris Elba can play Bobby. It would be an action movie but have that love story and political intrigue and all that too. It could be like the white boy who did The Wire on HBO. A lot of times these stories are real and hers was a stone cold trip. Certainly the public would eat it up she thought.
Fantasizing was one of the ways Temple stayed sane in that prison camp but now that she was free she still found it rather useful. It was weird but she couldn’t help but think nothing that she would encounter back on patrol in Korea Town would ever match the adventure she had just embarked on. The fantasies would come in handy. The plan was to turn in early because tomorrow she would have to get up at 3:30AM to make the rounds of the East Coast morning talk show circuit. And then she would end her day on Hard Ball with Chris Matthews and then Rachel Maddow in the afternoon on MSNBC two of her favorite shows.
Travis Hunt had no regrets that he had lied to his daughter about her mother being in heaven, it was for her own good, at least that’s what he had convinced himself. Korea in the 70’s heck even today simply frown on interracial relationships and the innocent children that result. Besides the idea of bringing up his daughter even if it was alone was something Travis looked forward too. He knew that Sara was giving Temple to him out of shame maintain his excitement at the opportunity to raise his daughter. What father didn’t imagine tossing the ball around with his kid and showing him how to throw a curve ball and hit a lob wedge? So what his only child was a girl he’d do it anyway.
There was no love lost between Travis and Sara and neither pretended there ever was. After full custody was granted to Travis that was the end of it. He never spoke to or contacted the Song’s again that was the deal. Temple’s reaction to the truth didn’t change her father’s mind though he never anticipated the reaction that she had to learning the truth how could he? How could he have known what his lie would bring and the lives it would affect?
In so many ways Temple knowing the whole truth made her bond with her father better in spite of the years of deception. Travis still had a thing for Asian women but he did believe that he was looking for more meaning and depth in his relationships. The temptation to simply pay women for their loyalty was strong but Travis had learned to resist. He hadn’t dated since Temple disappeared. Not because he blamed or wished to punish himself but more so because he couldn’t think about or focus on anything but his only daughter and her safetly. The time alone gave him a chance to focus on Temple’s advice that he leave those Asian women alone. It was the least he could do in her honor. Travis was so proud that his daughter so admired his career as a Military Police Officer and wanted so much to follow in his footsteps. How ironic that the skills and training in law enforcement would turn out to be the very skills she would need to survive her most challenging ordeal.
Their club was poppin’ more than usual that Friday night, Song thought. Studio 54 was way before her time but as a recent immigrant to Los Angeles’ Korea Town from Seoul she had seen old films and VH-1 documentaries of its heyday and was willing to bet good money that what she and Marcus were puttin’ down wasn’t that far off. It was her idea of Studio 54 with its celebrities and social climbers on the fast track that first attracted her not only to this club but to its venerable and eccentric owner Marcus Chong from day one.
But for some reason tonight seemed special, it was the first time that she felt this was home that she had made it in America. Song smiles slyly and glances at Marcus as he nods in approval– his way to acknowledge that things are going well. As the couple peers out at the massive club which is packed with patrons mostly… heck entirely Asian, with an equal mix of men and women seemingly fighting for air to breath. Song looks over the crowd from Marcus’ office situated in the back of the club behind a one way glass mirror.
She likes to fantasize that she’s in Studio 54 back in the early eighties though its obviously 2011 and that’s to say nothing of the fact that Studio 54 was in the heart of Manhattan and Marcus’ club is in the heart of Korea Town in Los Angeles.
While lost in her time warp Warhol fantasy Song is fixated on the petite Asian women and their little black skirts or little black dresses which to her seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. Most of the women also sported the little black Ugg boots with the fur around the top and it seemed that all of them had a cell phone flipped open talking and or texting while trying to sip or stir a drink, make conversation and keep the beat all at the same time.
Though Song had been dating Marcus for three years and had grown accustomed to his attention to detail and impeccable style, every time she glanced at his office in the club she marveled at the video surveillance monitors and high tech computers and the sheer volume of gadgets and gizmos that controlled everything from the disco lights on the dance floor to the temperature in the club along with the lasers and even a fog and bubble making machine.
Song was suspicious and a bit jealous when Marcus asked her to fetch Betty Tan and bring her to the office. While Tan was about five years older Song figured and a bit on the chunky side, she knew that Marcus was a dog and had probably had a sexual relationship with her which seemed to be the basis for all of his friendships and relationships with women, but then she thought that Tan is Filipino and not even Korean so what would Marcus want with her anyway? And also look at what she has on a polyester red knee long dress with red matching pumps in a sea of little black dresses and furry black boots?
Song thought to herself, she looks like a cross between a whore and a reject from the Wal-Mart after Christmas sale. So as Marcus requested Song gets up fights through the throng of scantily clad young hotties and their would-be male suitors and motions for Tan to follow. As they return to the office in the back of the club Tan hands a piece of paper to Chong or maybe it was a business card Song thought. Song then motions for Tan to leave which she does. Marcus then flips open his cell and immediately begin to dial the number on the card.
Watching the nightly national news had become a habit for Temple that she formed at a young age or more pointedly her father formed for at a young age. For as far back as she can remember the nightly news had been a major part of the quality time her and her father Travis would spend together. Growing up in Seoul they would watch to keep up with the events going on in America and after her father left the army and he and Temple moved to Korea Town they continued to watch the news to see what was going on back in Korea.
When Temple joined the LAPD watching the news had been so ingrained in her that it seemed as if her set was permenately locked on CNN or MSNBC or to a lesser extent on Fox when she wanted to see what the racists were doing. But you can best believe that if all else could fail Temple’s television was locked on a news network.
“Tonight on News Night we look at the Patriot Act and the rights of the US Government to listen in and track private conversations between American Citizens and foreign operatives suspected of terrorism. Congress is currently revisiting the Constitutional Rights of Americans in regards to privacy and the extent to which the right to have a private conversation on a cell phone is weighed against the State Departments fight against terrorism. The voice coming out of the television said.
Just last week a call was placed to an international operator in Saudi Arabia the call came from an individual in Los Angeles. Authorities have not released his name for reasons of privacy and due to an ongoing investigation. Here we use Google Satellite images to illustrate how the US Government was able to pinpoint the location of the call. Even before the call is connected, the Pentagon is recording audio of the unidentified man who is located somewhere in Los Angeles’ Korea Town. Temple’s awareness is heightened and she is now focused intently on the television. Nothing can be more exciting than real life drama she thinks to herself.
“Please be advised that some of the language you are about to hear may be deemed offensive to some and if you are offended we at Nightly News apologize in advance. You can clearly hear the man on the phone speaking. “Come on towel heads pick up the damn phone…” Temple smiles but only because this is so interesting.
“Back at the Pentagon the computer is searching its vast National and International database seeking a voice match for the caller from Los Angeles. The words spoken into the phone are mimicked by the Pentagon computer as illustrated by our graphic. It returns no match. After the initial comments by the unidentified caller who our voice experts say is of Asian probably Korean descent, we hear silence with the exception of the ringing of the phone. This lasts for about ten seconds until this…“Hello?”
The call has been picked up by a man on a dirt road in the Saudi desert as illustrated by our Google Satellite but as with the first caller the Pentagon has no match. The computer logs the message No Data Available. Now something very interesting happens, listen closely and again, I caution those of you who are easily offended please be warned. The man who originally picked up the call hands the phone to another man…
“Hello, who is this and how did you get this number?”
This conversation again is being recorded and the second voice is scanned against the voices of known terrorists both in the United States and abroad. The computer recognizes the second voice as that of Abu Hoshar a suspected Jordanian terrorist who has carried out and or planned a number of attacks throughout the world. After identifying the voice of Hoshar the Pentagon computer automatically sends the confirmation of the voice and location of the suspects to a satellite orbiting the earth as shown by this graphic.“ The female reporter concludes.
Temple watches the television report intently as a beam of light is sent from the satellite to a B-52 Bomber. The graphic shows the plane in flight and then the on flight computer which pin points then zooms in on a Mercedes with four Arabs as they drive down a dirt road. Next Temple sees the bomb doors on the wings of the plane open up with the launcher arm and a missile attached, we see the missile being fired. “…We’ll we are very interested in what you have to offer there in Los Angeles Mr. Chong, your offer sounds very intrig…”At this point the phone conversation abruptly ends…
Deandra Cramer NBC Nightly News.”
Temple has a look of amazement on her face as she pictures the Mercedes and its occupants in a million pieces strewn about the Saudi desert. Song has been listening and watching Marcus during his long distant call and is perplexed at the way the call was abruptly ended.
“That lying bitch, get her!” Marcus says, motioning to Song who is all too happy to avenge this betrayal even though she doesn’t fully understand the nature of the betrayal she quickly exits the office looking for Tan.
Amy Song is lost in thought; she’s focusing intently on a flashback of the day she was born as it was told to her by her parents. Song imagines it as a happy time when her parents looked to her birth as the proudest moment in their lives. She imagines the hospital room filled with joy and love as the Korean nurse brings the infant girl wrapped in her pink blanket and places her into the arms of her mother Sara for the very first time. Amy can see her father’s proud smile as he watches from next to the hospital bed. Amy’s birth was relatively uneventful except for the extra doctors that helped with and observed the delivery.
Amy’s flashback fast forwards to her days at Kim’s Tae Kwon Do School. Amy was eight years old when her father insisted that she attend one of the most prestigious and famous martial arts schools in Seoul. She recalls how she came to resent and have disdain for the school… well not so much the school as with the other Korean girls who attended. Though it was many years ago the sounds of the grunts and swoosh of cotton robes and the pounding of bare feet on mats as students went through their drills resonate as loud in her head now as they did back when she was a preconscious and introverted child.
Amy even convinces herself that she can smell the unique scent of the class and her teacher Mr. Kim’s sweet cologne. There was a time when Amy wondered what would have happened if her best friend in the world had not enrolled on that fateful day. She struggled with the thought of how she would have made it through had her good friend Temple never shown up out of nowhere but she believed in fate and as such came to realize that it was meant for Temple to enroll in that class and it was also fate for them to become best friends. Amy felt that if she lived her life over again a thousand times it would happen just as it did on that cold day in Korea that their paths first crossed.
Temple remembers the first day of her enrollment at Kim’s as if it were yesterday. Flashback: Temple Hunt eight years old in the passenger seat and her young father Travis Hunt driving along an unpaved road through the Seoul countryside. Travis Hunt in full US Military uniform diving while listening to the radio. The song was Earth Wind & Fire’s Reasons it was her father’s favorite jam and no matter what they were doing when it came on his world- and anyone else’s that was in earshot- stopped.
It seems so silly to her now but at the time Temple couldn’t wait for her father’s song to come on so that they could sing (if you call that singing) at the top of their lungs.
“….Oooooo the reasons…the reasons that we’re here… the reasons that we feel I fear they won’t…just won’t disappear and oh….and…after the love games have been played, all our illusions were just a parade… and all the reasons….the reasons… the reasons… start to faaaade…”
Temple and her father Travis are pulling into the parking lot of the Tae Kwon Do School as the song fades down. Temple remembers how nervous she was at her previous school as well as everywhere she happens to go in Seoul she’s starred at, shunned and treated like she has a disease.
Temple is black but her Korean mother’s features are apparent in the shape of her eyes, her lighter than normal skin and of course in her long straight hair. Because of her biracial lineage Temple is at best a curiosity and at worse a source of shame and scandal in a Korean community that doesn’t normally see nor tolerate interracial unions especially those the result illicit liaisons between black US servicemen and Korean women. But in spite her apprehension Temple knew that her father wanted her to learn the Tae Kwon Do discipline just as he had and Master Kim’s school was the best, it was an honor to be accepted and Temple was looking forward to.
As they pulled into the parking lot Temple and her father Travis barely noticed the older Asian man escorting the young girl by her ear away from the entrance and really thought nothing of it as he scolds the girl approximately age ten in Korean:
“You have brought shame and dishonor to this family. You are no better than your mother. I don’t know what to do with you.”
Once inside Temple and Travis see two nurses attending to a little girl who appears to have a neck injury. Students comfort her and she accepts their offers of sympathy yet when one particular Korean girl tries to offer comfort she’s rejected and pushed away. The commotion dies down Travis holding hands with Temple moves to introduce her to the Headmaster he former Teacher Mr. Kim. Temple still remembers the look on Kim’s face at seeing and hearing a black man who speaks fluent Korean. “They say you’re still the best Mr. Kim, I want nothing but the best for my little Princess”. Mr. Kim humbly bows.
Temple’s flashback fast forwards to the students doing drills. Temple is starting to get the hang of it, her movements and kicks are in perfect sync to the other kids. When it’s time to pair off for sparing all of the girls quickly pair up with the exception of two; Temple Hunt and a young Amy Song. Temple felt used to this kind of treatment always feeling she was different because of her mixed heritage but she never understood why no one in the class wanted anything to do with Amy. Both sensing the obvious, the two quickly paired up.
Temple and Travis are again driving down that dirt road on the Seoul countryside. Temple can see it as if it was yesterday. The morning drives to her school and the impromptu private concerts that she and her father gave each other had become the highlight of her day and she suspects his as well. Sometimes Temple would take this opportunity to quiz her father about something that was beginning to bother her, her mother. “Dad, how come I don’t have a mommy?” Temple asked. “You do have a mommy Princess, she watches you from heaven.” Travis says. “Did mommy go to Tae Kwon Do School?” Temple says. “No, she wasn’t into martial arts”, he says. “I wish my mommy could go with us”, Temple says. She never forgets the look on her father’s face after that conversation; it was such that Temple promised herself to never bring up her mother again.
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