"Did he apologize later?" I asked about the man who had leaked the poem. I know this prominent scholar.
In 1993, Yen and his family were finally allowed to emigrate to the US. "The day before we left, I warned my wife and kids to watch what they say even after we get on the plane, because it's still their territory. They can always turn that plane around. It wasn't until we had landed in Taiwan that we could speak freely."
For over a century ending in 1775, Vietnam was also divided, with war erupting between the two halves regularly. Into eternity, most northerners will be annoyed by the southern accent, and vice versa. Like folks everywhere, Vietnamese value their family and home town above all, so no rootless, globalist ideology can enlist them, except by deceit, temporarily. Dodging taxes, they hate centralized control.
Yen, "All societies are tribal. You protect your family and friends, and you get by on your network of allies."
Of course, this man's appalling behavior was deeply unfair to those who had to fight and die, but most men are more like him than a hero under fire. Behind the myth of a John McCain or Davey Crockett is often a frightened, browbeaten, bumbling and compromised mortal. Many others simply won't fight out of an innate revulsion to slaughter.
At Yale, I read a poem by a man who sided with the Viet Cong. Here's his bio from my anthology of contemporary Vietnamese poetry, The Deluge, "Tran Vang Sao, real name Nguyen Dinh, was born in Hue in 1942, where he now lives. His father was killed by the French during the First Indochina War. During the Vietnam War, Sao was a contributor to the underground newspaper 'Youths Against America.' He joined the National Liberation Front in 1965, lived in areas under its control, broadcasting propaganda until 1969, when he was injured and removed to the north. In spite of his allegiance to the Communist cause during the war--his pen name, 'Vang Sao,' means 'Yellow Star,' a reference to the national flag--he has been blacklisted since 1972 for his candid depictions of social conditions inside Vietnam. He's been harassed constantly, even imprisoned, his manuscripts confiscated."
I've introduced you to two poets who chose radically different paths during the Vietnam War. For siding with the losing South, Yen lost 13 years of his life. After fighting for the victorious North, Sao has still been punished because his poetry dared to stray from the tyrannical state's view of itself.
Wandering through Yale, I saw flyers announcing a John Kerry talk, so his shape shifting from anti-war activist to war monger has caused no consternation among his admirers. Likewise, Obama's eight-year reign as the world's leading mass murderer hardly dimmed the glow of his Nobel Peace Prize.
In the US, a wrong political stance yields no dire personal consequences, and since no special valor is required, no cowardice is exposed. One can wave the red flag, join the Nazi party, cheer for Trump, swoon for Hillary or idolize Bernie, all without risking anything, really. Collectively, however, Americans' collusion with their leaders' political charade is resulting in the ongoing destruction of this nation.
As a child, I witnessed the violent collapse of one country. As an adult, I'm living through the systematic, orderly and, so far, meekly accepted dismantling of another.
You can bet it won't stay calm much longer. Soon, we'll see who are our rare heroes, and who will do whatever it takes just to survive another day.
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