As we erected our factory, Binh came by in the middle of the night to steal some of our gravel, a fact overlooked by my brother in law, since he didn't want to make enemies among the locals.
Unlike the Vietnamese, the Rade are matriarchal, meaning women own and inherit all properties, and a husband must move into his in-laws' household, so there must be many Rade women who get to pummel their husbands.
Since there are Vietnamese laws against domestic abuses, Vinh can go to the authorities for help, but she doesn't want to see her a**hole husband go to jail, thus breaking up the family. Plus, she wants to maintain a facade of marital concord, as if the entire village doesn't already know.
Some Vietnamese women take matters into their own hands, and this week, there's a news item about a Thanh Hoa woman who kept her husband in a cage for three years, for he was a heroin and crystal meth junkie who had often beaten her and their two kids, she defiantly explains to authorities. "I cured him." She never mistreated him, she elaborates, for she always fed him properly, and even gave him a glass of beer with each meal.
Yesterday, we hired two new guys, and they both came in wearing brand new military uniforms, as if ready to shoot up the place. Vietnamese have the unenlightened and deplorable habits of judging people by how their look, so one guy would be said by most to "resemble an executive," for his face is wide and robust, with regular and intelligent looking features. Although he doesn't seem stupid or like a beaten down coolie, he's happy to be hired to do a very dirty, tiring and poorly paid job, but that, too, is hardly unusual in this upside down world. Some of the world's most undeserving are paid most handsomely.
Since some of the women here have matched me with Tiny, I've made it a point to not even look in her direction, since I don't want to creep the young lady out. I am married and try not to be an a**hole. I do what I must, and for now, it's returning to work. Grinding along, our machine breaks down hardy, eternal plastic. The men in military uniforms are covered in dust and grime, and so am I. Bent over, Tiny sweeps.
Unlike the Vietnamese, the Rade are matriarchal, meaning women own and inherit all properties, and a husband must move into his in-laws' household, so there must be many Rade women who get to pummel their husbands.
Since there are Vietnamese laws against domestic abuses, Vinh can go to the authorities for help, but she doesn't want to see her a**hole husband go to jail, thus breaking up the family. Plus, she wants to maintain a facade of marital concord, as if the entire village doesn't already know.
Some Vietnamese women take matters into their own hands, and this week, there's a news item about a Thanh Hoa woman who kept her husband in a cage for three years, for he was a heroin and crystal meth junkie who had often beaten her and their two kids, she defiantly explains to authorities. "I cured him." She never mistreated him, she elaborates, for she always fed him properly, and even gave him a glass of beer with each meal.
Since some of the women here have matched me with Tiny, I've made it a point to not even look in her direction, since I don't want to creep the young lady out. I am married and try not to be an a**hole. I do what I must, and for now, it's returning to work. Grinding along, our machine breaks down hardy, eternal plastic. The men in military uniforms are covered in dust and grime, and so am I. Bent over, Tiny sweeps.
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