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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

When Henry Herskovitz asked me in Ann Arbor

if I wanted to become a Jew, I didn't know I'd get such an official document through the mail!









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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Postcard from the End of America: Fort Indiantown Gap, PA

As published at Unz Review, CounterCurrents and LewRockwell, 8/24/16:







It’s remarkable that I’ve been friends with Giang for nearly four decades. We’ve spent but a year in the same state and, frankly, have little in common. Giang studied computer science, business administration and engineering technology. He makes more in a year than I do in ten. He drinks Bud Lite and recycles corny metaphors and analogies. A director of marketing, Giang actually told me, “I can sell a freezer to an Eskimo.”

Driving from California last week, Giang stayed at my sweltering apartment for two nights. Since he had never been to Philly, I took Giang to a decent cheesesteak joint, Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. Having spaced out in history classes, Giang had forgotten that Philly was the nation’s first capital and the War of Independence was against the Brits. No matter, Giang got snapshots of himself in front of the iconic sights.

I also showed Giang the Italian Market, Little Cambodia, Kensington, Penn’s Landing, South Street, Dirty Frank’s and Friendly Lounge. In Little Cambodia, we saw kebabs and other delicacies sold on the streets and in a park. It was too hot for volleyball. On a sidewalk, young and old tried to toss bean bags into a hole in a plywood board. We admired the exterior of a brightly painted Buddhist temple. Just like Vietnamese, Cambodians are often mischaracterized as “war refugees” although they have fled from the Communist peace.

What my friend really wanted to see was Fort Indiantown Gap. In 1975, Giang stayed there as an 11-year-old refugee. The same age, I was at Fort Chaffee in Arkansas.

It was good to get out of the city. The Pennsylvania landscape featured nothing dramatic. On Horseshoe Pike, we spotted a concrete chicken on a roof, some Amish clothesline, “trump / trump / trump” scrawled on the back of a highway sign, and that’s about it. Since Giang got the Amish and Hasidic Jews confused, I untangled for him their contrasting hair convictions, hat beliefs, horse notions and electricity theologies.

In 1975, the ride from Harrisburg Airport astounded the refugees. I translate an online account by one Hà Giang:

Each length of road took us further from everything we had left behind, and a step closer to our awaiting future, which to us at the time was extremely vague and unsettled. Our tenuous happiness was mixed with worries.

Though exhausted, no one could doze off because we had just slipped into a new world, as far as language, sceneries, sounds, colors, even the air, fragrances, everything around us was new, everything was different.

I strained to etch on my mind the first images of this country where I had just landed.

The wide road unfurling behind us, the novel one-story houses, way too wide compared to Vietnamese ones, though too low in height. I saw very few with tiles, and absolutely none with tin roofs.

Also, the houses here did not share walls but were comfortably situated on private plots of land, with their entrances not near sidewalks but receding way back behind lusciously green, square-angled lawns. Between one house and another there was no fence, only bushes sometimes, or absolutely no barrier at all, though looking closely, one could see that the grass color of one house was slightly different from another’s.

Such a long road, yet there was no human shadow, so that we had to wait forever to see one old man leisurely sweep a few leaves.

Oh what peace! Peace and serenity were my first impressions of the United States of America.

Pennsylvania was so different from bustling Saigon, crowded Saigon, chaotic Saigon, my Saigon already so distant. Oh Saigon, where are you now? And my parents, my friends, what are you doing there now?

Lost in thoughts, I didn’t even know the bus had turned onto a road leading to the main gates of Fort Indiantown Gap.

Another refugee writes that his time in the camp was “the most magical” of his life, such was his relief of escaping from Communism. By mid June of 1975, there were 14,900 Vietnamese in Fort Indiantown Gap, and this transient community even had its own bilingual daily newspaper, Đất Lành/Good Land. (“Benign” is actually a better translation for “Lành.”) Vietnamese are big on newspapers. Wartime Saigon had about ten dailies at any time.

In spite of wartime censorship, massive propaganda, exorbitant taxing of newspapers and, occasionally, even imprisonment of journalists, South Vietnamese had access to a wider range of political opinions than Americans today. They also had many more political parties. There’s a saying, “Any two Vietnamese form a political party. Any three, a party and a faction.” No puppets or savages, Vietnamese took politics deadly seriously, because it was. In the end, though, they were just pawns of geopolitical schemers and war profiteers, same as the American soldiers who were sent over there.

Reviewing Apocalypse Now Redux for the Guardian, I point out how Coppola has scrubbed both spoken and written Vietnamese from a film he preposterously claims is not just about Vietnam, but “is Vietnam.”

Yours truly, “In Apocalypse Now, Vietnam is more or less one continuous jungle, with corpses casually dangling from trees, and arrows and spears flying out of the foliage. The arrow attack scene is lifted straight from Heart of Darkness, where a black river boat pilot is impaled by a spear […] As anyone who has been there will tell you, Vietnam is (and was during the war) grossly overpopulated. Rivers and roads are lined with settlements. The US, by comparison, is more wild. Another thing a visitor to Vietnam can readily see is the ubiquity of the written language—that is, of civilization. Signs and banners are everywhere. None of this is apparent in any of the panoramic shots of Apocalypse Now. Coppola hasn’t just withheld speech from the Vietnamese, he has also banned them from writing.”

Arriving in Indiantown Gap, Giang and I found the fort to be nearly deserted, with soldiers visible at only one building. As we browsed the rows of empty two-storied barracks, Giang blurted, “I’m getting emotional, man. I was here 41 years ago, and so was my future wife.” They’re divorced.

Giang wore a T-shirt, “Somebody in Pennsylvania Love Me.” He had had 50 custom-made, one for each state. Thirty of them are grammatical, but the rest are missing an “s.” The native-born printer screwed up. Whenever Giang crosses a new state, he has his picture taken below the welcome sign. Not just methodical, my friend is anal.

Right outside the fort was an old timey restaurant, Funck’s, so that’s where we went for breakfast. An electrical sign flashed a waving flag, then “GOD BLESS THE USA.” By the cash register, there was a carousel with laminated signs of patriotic, inspirational or loving messages for sale. The clientele were mostly wholesome looking families or soldiers in desert cammies. Perusing the menu, I learnt that “Honkey Eggs” had green peppers, onions and home fries mixed with two eggs and toast ($6.99). I searched for scrapple, found it then declared to the cheerful waitress, “This guy is from California and he’s never tried scrapple!” A scrapple faithful, I proselytize it at every chance.

As we waited for our food, Giang went to a convenience store next door and, chatting away, met a woman in her 60’s who had worked at the fort in 1975. After they hugged and took a photo, Giang invited Brenda to join us for breakfast. Since she couldn’t leave her shift, Giang bought her a Funck’s gift card as a token of thanks “for helping the Vietnamese.”

Steelton is 25 miles from Fort Indiantown Gap. In 2013, I met a man there who had been a guard at the refugee camp, “People were saying shit like, ‘These people killed my brother, they killed my father, and now you’re bringing them here.’ I was right there, I saw it, but things have changed, you know. Now you have all these Vietnamese businesses around here, all these restaurants.” Jackson was a black Vietnam vet who had done two tours.

The complexity of the Vietnam War is embodied by Phan Thi Kim Phuc. History knows her as a nine-year-old victim of a napalm strike. Since the weapon was American, and the pilot South Vietnamese, Kim Phuc became a perfect symbol to the Vietnamese Communists because she seemingly vindicated them. Studying medicine in Cuba, Kim Phuc married another Vietnamese student, and they were allowed to honeymoon in Moscow. During the trip back to Havana, the couple deplaned in New Foundland and asked Canada for political asylum. Here’s a clear victim of an American bomb rejecting Communism to live in the West. There is absolutely no contradiction except to those who see the world in the most simplistic terms. Raised in a Godless state, Kim Phuc is also a devout Christian.

During the last Democratic National Convention, I saw many Bernie Sanders fans march around with red flags. Carrying a red flag and pumping his fist, a young man stood precariously on top of a seven-foot-tall chess piece. He was a pawn on top of a pawn. It is remarkable that Communism is still hip despite decades of unprecedented barbarity, much cultural heritage destroyed and millions of innocents imprisoned or killed. Across the West, it is distasteful to bring up Communist crimes, yet those by Nazis are relentlessly amplified. Holocaust museums and memorials greatly outnumber those devoted to the horrors of a movement to which Jews have contributed so greatly.

The US allied itself with Stalin, then fought Communism. It propped up Saddam Hussein, then murdered him. After bombing Hanoi, it now sells weapons to the same regime. In front of a huge Ho Chi Minh bust, Bush, Clinton and Obama beamed. Freedom fighters will be redefined as terrorists, or vice versa. When it comes to geopolitics, there is no ideological consistency. Only war is constant, and the flow of refugees.

Debating, voting or protesting, we are no more in charge of our destinies than the South Vietnamese.





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Monday, August 22, 2016

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Patriotic display on 8-20-16










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Homeless woman begging on 8-20-16--Girard Avenue










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Sunday, August 21, 2016

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Offerings outside Chinese Buddhist temple--South Philadelphia











Offerings outside Chinese Buddhist temple--South Philadelphia (detail)











Offerings outside Chinese Buddhist temple--South Philadelphia (detail 2)








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Young woman with tattoos of hand gun and My Life--Little Cambodia











Young woman with tattoos of hand gun and My Life--Little Cambodia (detail)










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I need help mural--Little Cambodia











I need help mural--Little Cambodia (detail)








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Preah Buddha Rangsey Temple--Little Cambodia








[Preah Buddha Rangsey Temple in Little Cambodia]



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Cornhole game on sidewalk--Little Cambodia











Cornhole game on sidewalk--Little Cambodia (detail)








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Barber Shop--Fort Indiantown Gap










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GOD BLESS THE USA--Fort Indiantown Gap










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Giang at site of old refugee camp--Fort Indiantown Gap








Fort Indiantown Gap was a refugee camp for Vietnamese in 1975. My friend Giang stayed there as an 11-year-old. The same age, I was at Fort Chaffee in Arkansas.

Yesterday, we visited Fort Indiantown Gap together, and the experience was pretty emotional for Giang. At a nearby convenience store, chatty Giang talked to a lady in her 60's who had worked at the refugee camp. Giang invited her to have breakfast with us at Funck's, a restaurant next door, but since she couldn't get off her shift, Giang bought her a gift card as a thank you "for helping the Vietnamese."

Here are some of my Vietnam-related material online, "The Fall of Saigon" in the New York Times, "Apocalypse Lies" in the Guardian, and "Perplexing City of Saigon", a short video on ESPN with excerpts from my Vietnam novel, Love Like Hate.



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Giang with friendly strangers--South Street








An old friend visited from California, so I showed him Old Town, Little Cambodia, Italian Market, Kensington, Penn's Landing and South Street (photo).

Giang and I were high school freshmen together in San Jose in 1978-79. We also lived on the same street, Locke Drive. It was almost all-Vietnamese, though my next door neighbors were Puerto Rican. Since the vista at the end of Locke Drive was a massive city garbage dump, Vietnamese dubbed the neighborhood Xóm Rác, or the Garbage Neighborhood. I could smell garbage all day long.

I've written about Giang in a Silicon Valley Postcard and "Dire Train," and here are two shots of his current house in Fremont, CA.

"Terroir, Code Orange" is about Santa Cruz and my time in San Jose.



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Friday, August 19, 2016

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HILLARY GET OUT OF JAIL FREE--Passyunk Square










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DOING NOTHING ABOUT CORRUPTION DIE LAUGHING--Passyunk Square










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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Diversity Visa: Green-Card Lottery Winning Results

arriving in my inbox this morning:




U.S- Department of State
National Visa Center
Rochester Avenue. Portsmouth 35004 
  
   
Case File Number: WAC201679566400
   
You have been selected among the Lucky Winners of the U.S. Green Card in the Diversity Immigrant Visa Program for fiscal year 2016/2017. Winners were selected randomly (via) computer draw system of email extractions. We are sending the winning letters through the winners email addresses.
 
DV Results are being sent to those winners who are selected by the computer random draw at the KCC, with further instruction on how to proceed along with related visa processing. Therefore, you should apply and obtain the U.S. immigrant visa first which is for permanent residence in the United States. The visa will permit you to travel to the U.S. to receive the green card. 
To apply for the immigrant visa; Please complete and return forms (DS-230) for yourself and all-accompanying family-members which will be used to file your immigrant-visa petition at the U.S. embassy nearest to you for the issuance of your visa. 
 
Complete form DS-230 Immigrant Visa Application. To access DS-230, you will need to download the form in attach email.
Please print or type your answers to all questions.
  
Other requirements:  
1). International  Passport: 
Submit the photo-page of your international  passport (Only the principal applicant). View  sample here -e- Passport
 
2). Passport size photograph: 
All applications must include recent passport size photographs including any of the accompanying member. View  sample here--
F passport photo
Photo- instruction is- available here

 

3). Related immigrant visa processing fees of $420 which every winner must pay.
You should be prepared to pay your application processing fee prior to the submission of your application to the National Visa Center for visa processing.
In accordance with the new immigration law; you will receive your green card immediately on your arrival in the United States. All immigrant visa seekers under the diversity immigrant visa program must file their immigrant visa petitions immediately for processing to avoid delays in processing them as have witnessed in the previous years.
  
Processing Centers:

The immigrant visa application documents are processed at the U.S. immigration foreign posts in all the regions. The processing center for (WAC) Case numbers is at the U.S. immigration foreign post in the Asia Pacific region located in Thailand. Contact person: MR. OSCAR EDWARD. Tel: +66-91-868-4265.

  
Advanced question:
How do I receive my visa and Green Card?
You will first issue your visa through the U.S Embassy in your home country or country of your present resident with your Visa Acknowledgement Certificates and interview appointment letter which we will processed and send to you through official post.
Submit your application and other requirements immediately. Include your international passport and passport size photograph.

Scan and submit your application form and other requirements by email attache to: visaguide.gov@usa.com
  
Please read and follow all the enclosed instructions carefully.

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Consular Affairs Section
  




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About Me

Born in Vietnam in 1963, I came to the US in 1975, and have also lived in Italy, England and Germany. I'm the author of two books of stories, Fake House (2000) and Blood and Soap (2004), five of poems, All Around What Empties Out (2003), American Tatts (2005), Borderless Bodies (2006), Jam Alerts (2007) and Some Kind of Cheese Orgy (2009), and a novel, Love Like Hate (2010). I've been anthologized in Best American Poetry 2000, 2004, 2007, Great American Prose Poems from Poe to the Present, Postmodern American Poetry: a Norton Anthology (vol. 2) and Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories From Around the World, etc. I'm also editor of Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (1996) and The Deluge: New Vietnamese Poetry (2013). Blood and Soap was chosen by Village Voice as one of the best books of 2004. My writing has been translated into Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Icelandic and Finnish, and I've been invited to read in London, Cambridge, Brighton, Paris, Berlin, Leipzig, Halle, Reykjavik, Toronto, Singapore and all over the US. I've also published widely in Vietnamese.