2000 VOL. 155 NO. 15
Reshaped by History
the war ended 25 years ago, its legacy continues to affect the lives of
Vietnamese--and a few Americans
of a long-ago war can still be heard in Vietnam--in the passionate
writings of a controversial female novelist, the charitable impulses of
a former American G.I. or the vibrant memories of a Viet Cong fighter
pilot. The war's aftermath left deep scars--but also opportunities to
set things right. Here are how five individuals are coping:
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Undeterred by a ban on her books and the seizure of her passport,
Duong Thu Huong attacks the Hanoi regime for betraying the revolution.
By DAVID LIEBHOLD/Hanoi
Duong Thu Huong may be small, but she refuses to be intimidated by anyone--not
the Communist Party apparatus, not the secret police, not even prison.
She speaks about her persecutors with a broad smile and a hint of mockery,
maybe even pity, in her sparkling brown eyes. Huong, 53, is one of Vietnam's
best-known authors, though her books are effectively banned in her country.
She is also one of the most scathing critics of the society that has emerged
in the past 25 years. "In the war the Vietnamese were brave," she says,
"but in peace they are cowards."
In 1991, while imprisoned without trial for her writings, Huong was told
by an interrogator: "You will be smashed into dust." But the author of
Novel Without a Name, Paradise of the Blind and three other works of fiction
is still in one piece. She lives in Hanoi, unbowed and determined to speak
the truth as she sees it. "The system in Vietnam is a combination of feudalism
and Stalinist communism," she says, arguing that the country's leaders
have exploited the memory of the war to justify their authoritarian rule.
"They have built the war into an arch of triumph. But behind that arch
are mountains of bones and rivers of blood shed by Vietnamese people."
speaks from bitter experience. She traveled south from Hanoi in 1967 to
lead a troupe of singers, entertaining North Vietnamese soldiers in jungle
camps. Many of her comrades were killed over the next seven years, and
Huong had to carry several of their corpses. "I didn't mind when they
were still warm," she says, "but sometimes they were already cold." Huong
lost hearing in her right ear when a bomb exploded, killing the girl sitting
next to her. She rejoiced when Saigon fell. But a few weeks later, she
saw the city's affluence and well-stocked bookshops, confirming her doubts
about North Vietnamese propaganda, which said the war was aimed at liberating
the south from oppression and suffering. "Other people were talking and
laughing in the street," she recalls. "I sat alone and cried. I had to
ask myself what I had been struggling for."
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in the north with her two young children, she wrote screenplays to order
for the Vietnam Film Co., winning popularity and five state prizes for
a series of love stories. But Huong, fluent in French, spent most of her
free time reading "deviant" literature, including critiques of the Soviet
system. In the mid-1980s she began to write the serious novels that have
earned her recognition abroad (including France's Chevalier des Arts et
des Lettres) and trouble at home. "Foreigners may feel that there have
been changes in Vietnam over the past 10 years, but those are only superficial--more
buildings, more hotels, better-dressed people," she says. "This country
is still governed by a dictatorship of a few powerful figures, with the
assistance of the army and the police."
In 1995 authorities confiscated Huong's passport; it hasn't been returned.
Plainclothes police follow her around. But she won't be silenced. Most
of the leadership is "not very well educated," she says, while the people
keep their opinions to themselves. The result: "Everyone makes the same
speech." Everyone, that is, but Huong and a few dissidents for whom peace
alone--and even rising living standards--is not enough.
By DAVID LIEBHOLD/Quang
Not all of the American soldiers who came to Vietnam fraternized with
the locals. In 1968, some of Chuck Searcy's superiors in the U.S. Combined
Intelligence Center frowned upon the friendships he formed with the people
of Saigon--from his counterparts in the South Vietnamese army to neighborhood
cyclo drivers. What Searcy learned from his friends was disturbing: they
were at best ambivalent about the American presence, they had great respect
for Ho Chi Minh and they despised the southern government the U.S. was
supporting. But none of this was reported to Washington, says Searcy,
now 55. "We were really cooking the numbers," he says. "There was no conspiracy.
It was an unspoken imperative--to support the war. In fact, the evidence
was totally to the contrary."
By 1970 Searcy was back at the University of Georgia and campaigning against
the war. He remembers weeping with relief in front a TV set when, in 1973,
President Richard Nixon announced the withdrawal of U.S. troops. "After
that I got on with my life," he says, recounting a career spent in business
and public administration. "But I never got Vietnam out of my heart and
my soul." In 1995 Searcy turned down a high-paying job in Washington,
choosing instead to open the Hanoi office of the Vietnam Veterans' Foundation
of America. The foundation, 51% funded by usaid, aims to ease the suffering
caused by land mines, unexploded bombs and other blights related, directly
or indirectly, to the war. In Hanoi, for example, the group has equipped
and trained local professionals to make and fit orthotic braces for victims
of polio and birth defects. "I can't change anything that happened in
the past, and there's no point in expressing guilt," says Searcy. "But
there is a point in accepting responsibility for what we did and helping
Vietnam to recover."
The war ended in 1975, but for Vietnamese civilians it goes on and on.
Minefields are only a small part of the problem. More bombs were dropped
on the central province of Quang Tri than on the whole of Europe in World
War II. Here, as elsewhere in Vietnam, perhaps one-fifth of the explosives
didn't go off. Many lie waiting to be triggered by a farmer's plough or
a curious child. In Vinh Chap village, Searcy squats on the floor and
talks quietly--in basic Vietnamese--with Luan, 10, who was permanently
injured last December when two of his schoolmates picked up an unexploded
blu-26, a kind of air-launched land mine that looks like a silver baseball.
His friends were blown to pieces. "If mainstreet Americans really understood
the enormity of the damage we have done to Vietnam," Searcy says, "there
would be an outpouring of support and assistance and benevolence." In
the meantime, Searcy is doing what he can to help. And making a lot of
new friends along the way.
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Huynh Trung Tan emigrated to the U.S, then returned to Ho Chi Minh
City, where he now runs an American-style chain of noodle-soup shops.
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By BARRY HILLENBRAND/Ho Chi Minh City
When Huynh Trung Tan's family came to the U.S. in 1975 as refugees from
Saigon, they went into the restaurant business. It seemed a logical decision.
Their eatery provided jobs--and food--for the 14 members of the clan.
"It was the classic immigrant way," says Tan. The decision he made in
1989 was anything but. After visiting Vietnam with some buddies, Tan announced
to his startled wife and family that he was returning to Ho Chi Minh City
to set up a business. "We had a mortgage, credit-card bills and kids
in school," says Tan, "But I really felt emotional about what I saw in
Vietnam. I told my wife I'd try it for five years and if it didn't work,
we'd come back."
Tan is still there--along with hundreds of other Viet kieu, as overseas
Vietnamese are called. More than 2.5 million Vietnamese are scattered
in 80 countries around the globe. In 1999, they remitted $1.2 billion
to friends and relatives back home, an important source of foreign exchange
for the cash-strapped nation. More than 300,000 Viet kieu, bearing gifts
and more cash, visited their native country last year, up dramatically
from 8,100 visits in 1986.
Increasingly, older Viet kieu are coming back to live on a semi-permanent
basis and younger ones are coming to set up businesses, bringing the country
investment and technical know-how. More than 200 enterprises are run
by Viet kieu in Ho Chi Minh City alone. "It was not easy at first," says
Tan. The government set up a two-tier system of taxes, controls and costs--one
for Vietnamese businesses and the other for Viet kieu. "We pay more,"
says Tan. "But still we are not fully accepted."
When he returned in 1989, Tan--logically--set up a restaurant, Le
Mekong, an upscale establishment catering to the big-spending expatriates
and tourists who were beginning to show up in Ho Chi Minh City in the
1990s. It was a success, until a downturn in business last year forced
Tan to lay off some employees. Now he's concentrating on fast food--not
hamburgers and french fries, but pho, the ubiquitous rice-noodle soup
that Vietnamese eat morning, noon and night. "People thought I was crazy:
an American selling pho to the Vietnamese," says Tan. But his idea is
to sell it in clean, trendy eateries that would appeal to an emerging
class of young professional Vietnamese. His model is Starbucks, the American
coffee chain. Tan launched Pho 2000 last August; he has opened two other
outlets since then. Once the formula is perfected, Tan intends to bring
the idea to the U.S. and Canada. "Pho," he says, "is not only for the
By DAVID LIEBHOLD/Ngoc Nha
As a child, Le Cong Hien was always hungry. He usually ate once a day:
yam, cassava or corn. His parents were rice farmers, but their produce
always had to be handed over to somebody else--landlords at first and
then, under collectivization, cooperatives. Hien, now 48, began working
at age seven. He also kept up with school--until the American War. In
1970 District Command soldiers arrived at his classroom with a set of
scales. Boys who weighed more than 40 kg were drafted on the spot. At
43 kg, Hien happily sailed through; some of his friends made the grade
by filling their pockets with stones. "I felt very proud," says Hien,
his slight frame huddling forward from the farmhouse bed that doubles
as a sofa. On the wall above is an altar where the family burns incense
to a faded black-and-white photo of Hien's father and a lacquer image
of Ho Chi Minh.
When Hien returned to his Hung Yun province after the war, he found that
many of his friends and relatives, including an uncle, had been killed.
Life was hard. He suffered from malaria and barely earned enough to survive.
He and his wife had to feed the first of their three children a mixture
of cassava and rice. The family raised pigs and made bean curd outside
of working hours, but still, says Hien, "we were hungry all the time."
Things changed in 1991, when Hanoi's policy of doi moi, or "economic renovation,"
finally trickled down to Ngoc Nha village. The family was allotted 300
sq m of land to use as it wished. Hien now sells rice, corn, beans and
pigs on the open market. Technically the land still belongs to the state,
and Hien pays an annual agriculture tax of $14. But the profits--$714
last year--are his to keep. With improved seedlings and irrigation,
Hien has raised his annual rice yield fourfold, to two tons.
If Hien feels bitterness about the hardships of his life, he doesn't show
it. The improvements of the past decade, it seems, have made up for everything.
"No farmer is hungry anymore," he says, "and things are getting better."
By DAVID LIEBHOLD
Early in the morning of April 8, 1975, while most Saigonese were on their
way to work, a South Vietnamese pilot named Nguyen Thanh Trung stole an
American F-5 fighter plane and dropped two bombs through the roof of
the Presidential Palace. It was the most spectacular defection of the
war and a harbinger of the North Vietnamese victory three weeks later.
"It was a major nail in the coffin, psychologically," recalls Gil J. Watts,
a former G.I. who was running a business in the city at the time.
The bombing gained Trung a place of honor in the newly unified communist
state--and a successful career. Today, at 52, he is the chief pilot
for Vietnam Airlines, flying a Boeing 767 on international routes. Trung
claims he planned the bombing for 12 years, to avenge the death and desecration
of his father, a Viet Cong member, at the hands of the South Vietnamese
army. In May 1969, he had secretly joined the Viet Cong--just a day
before enlisting in South Vietnam's air force.
Sneaking away with the F-5 was not easy, since even the smallest sorties
involved three jets. "After we had been cleared for takeoff, I gave the
leader the signal for electrical trouble," says Trung, pouring tea in
the sitting room of his modest home in Ho Chi Minh City. "He signaled
back that I should stay behind." When the other two aircraft had taken
off, Trung waited 10 seconds and then departed himself. He headed for
downtown Saigon and destroyed the center of the palace. (President Nguyen
Van Thieu escaped unhurt.)
Mission accomplished, Trung flew north and landed the plane at a Viet
Cong-controlled airstrip in Phuc Long province, near the Cambodian border.
He was taken by jeep into the jungle, where he changed into a Viet Cong
uniform. Two days later he was made a captain and presented with a radio.
"I don't feel very proud about my role in the war," says Trung. "I just
did the correct thing to end the war and the killing as quickly as possible."
reporting by Ken Stier/Ho Chi Minh City
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