Sun 25 Mar 2007
With 8 million people in the city, and 3.5 million motorbikes, I assumed Saigon would greet me as loudly and brashly as Hanoi had. But, I actually quite liked it there. It is a bit more modern than Hanoi with taller, newer buildings and more
upscale shopping centers. Plus it’s more spread out and, although it’s still bustling and buzzing with people and motorcycles, there seems to be wider, more open sidewalks and green space, allowing for a bit of a
breather here and there.
I did a lot of my favorite tourist activity—random strolling around. It was sweltering hot and averaged in the 100s everyday. One of the few tourist sights I visited in Ho Chi Minh City was the War Remnants Museum. The Vietnam War (also known as the Vietnamese Revolution, the Second Indochina War and, in
contemporary Vietnam, as the ‘American War’) was a military conflict in present day Vietnam occurring from 1959 to April 30, 1975. It was a successful effort by the Communist
Democratic Republic of Vietnam (DRV or North Vietnam) led by Ho Chi Minh and the indigenous National Front for the Liberation of South Vietnam, (also known as the Việt Cộng, or more informally by the American troops as the “Charlie”, “VC” or “Cong”) to impose on Vietnam a communist system, defeating the South Vietnamese Republic of Vietnam (RVN). To a degree, the Vietnam War was a “proxy war” between the U.S. and its Western allies against the Soviet Union and the People’s Republic of China. Nearly 60, 000 American troops died in battle whereas approximately one million Vietnamese troops and two to four million civilians were killed. Another three million Vietnamese were affected by Agent Orange. I had just been born during the last few years of the war and honestly do not recall learning much about it in school.
Much of the museum in Saigon was dedicated to exhibits of photography showing the overall horrors
and atrocities of war. Besides the military and civilian casualties, the war claimed more journalists and photographers than ever before. Well, until now. The Iraq war has since surpassed this statistic claiming the most journalists. Of course, since the museum is here in Vietnam, it’s from their perspective, but there’s no denying the enormous amounts of casualties and suffering that the Vietnamese people endured during these years. I found it quite moving. There are photos of torture, photos of the horrible aftermath of
chemical warfare—Agent Orange and dioxins that were used by the Americans that caused severe health issues then and to future generations with deformations of newborns from mothers who were affected, and photos of general death and destruction.
At home in the US, a generation of Americans struggled to absorb the lessons of military intervention without clear motives or objectives. Sound familiar? Between 1965 and 1973 the United States spent $120 billion on the war in Vietnam. The war seemed to demonstrate that no power, not even a superpower, has unlimited strength and resources. But perhaps most significantly, the Vietnam War illustrated that political will, as much as material might, is a decisive factor in the outcome of conflicts.
There were also photos of demonstrations from around the world against the war including several from the US. It was
good to see some recent photos of US war veterans visiting Vietnam and some speaking out on behalf of Vietnamese victims of Agent Orange. Seeing it all was quite heavy and hard to look at. Historical events like this always beg the question: How could all this death and sadness hope to bring about peace? From the Vietnam War and now to the War in Iraq, it all seems eerily similar. Perhaps many years from now I will find myself in an Iraq War Memorial museum seeing the same senseless images of war.







April 5th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
War is, in fact hell, from every perspective. As similar as they look, no two are ever alike if you really examine them. What they have in common is that they are all bad, justified or not by whoever argues any side. Free will comes with a huge price that too many are willing to pay too often. Nobody is born with the right to destoy other human lives. An educated world is a better one in every way. If we lob more books and less bombs, we'll be better off.
April 5th, 2007 at 1:21 pm
Lisa – Have you ever been to the Vietnam Veterans Art Museum in Chicago? It's down around 18th and Indiana and contains the most chilling and compelling art I have ever seen. (And I have been to the Louvre, Smithsonian, Prado, etc) Similar to what you describe here, it is a heavy afternoon to go down there, but it is worth it. Especially now that you have seen the country and gained a whole different perspective on the toll of that war.
PS – To end on a light note – I loved your posts on the bike trip!
April 9th, 2007 at 9:04 am
Being a "child" of the 60's, the war in Vietnam had quite an impact on me and my peers. Seeing our friends and acquaintances going off to war were times of confusion, uncertainty, anger and fear. I think your observations were very compelling and your last paragraph said it all.
April 17th, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Dear Lisa,
I think it's important to point out that Dwight Eisenhower stated that American intervention in Vietnam would be "sheer folly."
Also we should remember that the pretext given by the war mongers was "The Domino Theory" that if Vietnam were to fall to the communist (seen as a monolith) then the whole region would come under Chinese control.
In fact, right after achieving independence, Vistnam fought a border war with China. So much for the Domino Theory that caused so much needless death and suffering.
July 21st, 2007 at 5:25 am
i am a Vietnamese … i did go to this museum …. and really supprised about War … nice to meet you
January 25th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
[...] As I have experienced so many times over the last couple years, it seemed that my group was special. And, again, traveling so close and intensely with strangers for several days, it is amazing how close you can become and how you open up to new people more than perhaps in real life in such a short time. One woman, from Sydney, was smart, well traveled and easy going. Some time into the trip she revealed she’d been estranged from her own daughter for several years because her daughter was under a sort of spell from a cult she had joined. It was incredibly sad to listen to her story and see how powerless she was to help her own child. Another passenger was a funny, nearly always laughing guy who lived in London. In time, we found out he had been adopted as an abandoned fifteen-month-old baby in Vietnam just after the war. [...]