04/10/2022
Milton now.
"There’s a whole world of what it means to be Korean… If you’re black, that’s outside limits.”
Growing up as the son of a black US soldier in South Korea in the 1970s, Milton Washington was seen as an outcast and “not Korean”. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0cy33xn
Milton’s father was long gone by the time he knew anything about him. His Korean mother loved him and protected him fiercely against the prejudice they encountered – but it was just the two of them against the world.
She worked long days in the rice fields, telling him all the while that his dad was in America, and that America was a land of flying cars and ice cream mountains. Korea was nothing like that. Milton and his mother lived in a mud and stone hut and slept on the floor.
Because of skin his colour, Milton and his mum were not made to feel welcome in the village and one morning, elders arrived at the door and told them to leave. Milton’s mother had always tried to argue their case, and this time was no exception. But the elders were determined, and a few days later the family packed up their things. Their destination was a nearby town attached to an American military base.
For Milton, the move was a step closer to America, and to his father. “Moving to that town was the first time I had seen electricity, and cars. I was like, alright!” It was also the place he saw black American soldiers for the first time, who he remembers seemed like “magical beings” to him.
In the alley below the tiny apartment Milton and his mum moved into, a little gang of homeless boys roamed the streets. They begged, they picked pockets, they fought with other gangs. GIs called them ‘Slickyboys’ – slang for little thieves. Milton’s mum got an American boyfriend who treated Milton to packets of Oreos and bottles of Coca Cola – and the Slickyboys respected Milton for being able to get hold of such treats. One day he shared a pack of Oreos with them, and their friendship was cemented.
Milton remembers this time as the first time he ever felt he belonged anywhere, but he was increasingly aware of how his mum supported them both: s*x work. She went out at night, leaving Milton alone in the studio apartment they shared, telling him that he could always go to the restaurant downstairs if he needed food. One night when she didn’t return from work as expected, the cupboard was bare. Milton didn’t want to go to the restaurant. He and the Slickyboys decided that they would gather food for themselves instead. They headed off into the rice fields above the town, armed with makeshift spears, to hunt frogs.
Their plan was to barbecue frogs’ legs and have a feast, but when they came back, Milton saw why his mum still hadn’t come home. She and all the women who worked in her club were being loaded into the back of a police van.
“Milton!” she shouted across the watching crowd, “stay home! I’ll be back in two weeks. Two weeks!” Milton was home alone. For two weeks he and his friends ran wild, free – as he saw it then – of his mum’s rules. They stole drinks from bars and had adventures all over town. Milton doesn’t remember being sad.
But when his mum returned from prison, things changed. Now, every time she got wind of another raid, she would drop Milton at an orphanage for a couple of weeks to make sure he was looked after, but she always came back for him.
Then one morning, Milton remembers he and his mum took a taxi to a different orphanage, populated by children who – like Milton – were mixed race. Milton’s mum’s mood seemed different, subdued. Unusually, she said she’d be back the following day to check on him – and could she bring him a present when she returned? Milton asked for a train set. The next day, “when she pulled up in a taxi… as she’s hugging me I was squirming to see into the taxi, to see if my trainset was there… and I didn’t see a trainset. And then she hugged me and said, ‘I need you to be strong’ …. That was the last time I saw her.” Milton was eight years old and alone in the world.
Listen to Lives Less Ordinary to hear what happened to Milton: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0cy33xn
📸 courtesy Milton Washington.