Nguyễn Chí Thiện’s life in his own words [2005]

Nguyen Chi Thien at The Gates of Hell
(Stanford University, California)

Autobiography of Nguyễn Chí Thiện

I was born in Hanoi on February 27, 1939.  My natal village is My-Tho in the district of Binh-Luc, Ha-Nam Province, North Vietnam.  My father, Nguyen-Cong Phung, was born in 1898.  He died in 1976.  Before 1954, he was a low-ranking official of the Hanoi Tribunal.  My mother, Nguyen-Thi-Yen, was born in 1900.  She died in 1970.  She was a little merchant.

I have two sisters:  Nguyen-Thi-Hoan, who was born in 1923 and Nguyen-Thi-Hao who was born in 1925.  Nguyen-Thi-Hao died in Hanoi in November, 2004.  Nguyen-Thi-Hoan lives in Hanoi with her family.

When my parents died I was in a concentration camp called Phong-Quang in Lao-Cai Province.  Once my sister Hao visited me there at the request of my mother before her death.  My sister’s visit for the purpose of telling me of the death of my mother was the only family visit that I received while imprisoned for fifteen years.  This was not due to callous disregard on the part of my family; it was due to deliberate constant changes of prisons and camps by the regime.  Because I was not imprisoned with trials, they did not know where I was.  They had to hear from released prisoners where I had been, but I would be likely to be moved by that time.  Political prisoners were shuffled regularly by jailors so they would not form associations for rebellion or escape.

My brother is Nguyen-Cong-Gian; he was born in 1932.  He was a lieutenant-colonel in the Army of the Republic of Vietnam and, like all other officers, was imprisoned in a re-education camp after the communist victory in 1975.  His term was for thirteen years (1975-1988).  He and his family came to the U.S.A. under the Humanitarian Operation (H.O.) Program, a joint agreement between the U.S. and Vietnam allowing political asylum for military officers of ARVN who had been imprisoned in Vietnam for more than three years.  My brother and his family came to the U.S. in 1993, and have lived in Virginia since then.  Because the times of both of our imprisonments and surveillance in our homeland did not allow us to meet, I did not see my brother Gian from the time of our youth until I arrived in the U.S.A. on November 1, 1995, a period of forty-one years.  He and his family met me at the Dulles Airport.

My family was poor, but my parents did their best to give their sons and daughters a good education.  It was beneficial to be the youngest in the family because the older ones helped me to learn.  For example, my sister Hao taught me the French language at age six just as she had been taught in the colonial French schools.  This longtime use with the language may be the basis for my interest in French novels and poetry as relaxation.  My brother Gian was always studious and serious, whereas I was more interested in boxing and swimming as a youth.

During the Resistance against the French Army, which broke out on December 19, 1946, my family moved to My-Tho, our natal village, fifty miles from Hanoi. We lived in the home of a nephew of my father.  This was because Hanoi was a battlefield in the war between France and Vietnam and we were fleeing danger.  Everyone in Hanoi went to the countryside of the many regions of their births at this time.

At the end of 1949, my family came back to Hanoi, which  was then occupied by the French Army.  From 1949 to 1956 I went to high school at Nguyen Hue, Minh-Tan, Van Lang, Albert Sarraut, and Khai-Thanh.  These were private schools as was common in North Vietnam at that time.  After 1950 both boys and girls went to the same schools, but were so timid that we almost never talked to each other.

My sisters had married before 1945 and lived in Hanoi.  When necessary we lived at the home of my elder sister, Nguyen-Thi-Hoan, and her husband and children.

On March 9, 1945, when France had been liberated from Germany by the Allied Army, the Japanese made a coup d’etat on only one night and imprisoned the French governor of Vietnam and the French Army.  In the void following the Japanese surrender to the Allied Powers in August, 1945, there was a genuine revolution in my homeland.  This revolution was bloodless; it was the people taking care of themselves.  However it was soon co-opted by the communists with the assistance of the Soviet Union.  This was the establishment of the Viet Minh and return of Ho Chi Minh.  The nationalist leaders and many supporters of this Vietnamese revolution were soon imprisoned or killed by the communists.

After the Geneva Accords of July 20, 1954, nearly one million people left the North for the South, fleeing communism.  My parents decided to stay in Hanoi, believing that the Vietnamese  communists were patriots; they had led the people in the fight  against French domination, for national independence.  Moreover, their doctrine supported the poor.

That naivete would have disastrous consequences.  My brother, who had been mobilized in the National Army (quan doi quoc gia) in 1954 was the only one who went to the South, by traveling with the Army.  Later, he was a lieutenant-colonel.  After the fall of Saigon, he was put in a re-education camp in North Vietnam for thirteen years.  During the war he married a lady from Saigon.

I remember the 10th of October, 1954, as if it were yesterday.  That was the day Ho Chi Minh and his Party returned to Hanoi.  Like everyone my friends and I went out on the streets to welcome him.  Our hearts were full of joyous enthusiasm, thinking the red banner with a golden star would brighten our fatherland!  At that time, I used to invite some Viet Minh soldiers, victors of Dien-Bien-Phu, to my home for dinner, admiring them as true heroes.

My foolish exuberance, like everyone’s, soon vanished.  Perfidy and violence had started their way—trampling down all basic human rights, executing and imprisoning hundreds of thousands of innocent people.  Under the totalitarian yoke, the whole country turned into a huge prison.  All liberties were pitilessly destroyed.  No one could let out one peep against Ho Chi Minh.  The Party had gagged the people’s mouths. A terrifying atmosphere pervaded the entire population.  French colonialists began to be sorely missed!  Compared with Uncle Ho’s socialist regime, the French colonial domination was PARADISE!

Under Ho Chi Minh’s regime, everyone was poor, and did not have enough to eat.  However, this made me strong enough to withstand the starvation in the communist prisons, as well as other Vietnamese prisoners who were accustomed to a small diet and are not large people.  By contrast, when the French were defeated at Dien Bien Phu and 10,000 soldiers captured and imprisoned, two-thirds of them died with a few months because of privation as well as torture by the Viet Minh using well-known communist methods.

The social changes of the communists began to take effect beginning in 1950, and were firmly in place by 1959.  This is the period of my teenage years.  My parents quickly began to feel they had made a mistake in not choosing to go South when they had the opportunity in 1954 and 1955.

In 1956, at the age of seventeen, I contracted tuberculosis.  Unable to work, I lived a parasitic life.  My elderly parents had to nourish me.  In the beginning of 1957, my parents and I moved to Haiphong, a harbor town seventy miles from Hanoi.  They had to sell our home in Hanoi in order to pay for my treatment, because antibiotics were very expensive.  We lived with the family of my elder sister, at 136 Station Street.

Although I said and did nothing against the Party, I had much trouble with Security Forces.  The authorities regarded me as “a discontented element” because my brother was in the quan doi quoc gia VN, the National Army.

In December, 1960, a high school history teacher who was one of my friends asked me to assume his task for two hours because he was ill.  The required textbook was Cach Mang Thang Tam 1945 (History of the August Revolution), which was published by the Su That Publishing House in Hanoi.  The textbook falsely stated that the Japanese surrender in World War II was to the Soviet Army’s victory over the Japanese armed forces in Manchuria.  I explained to my students that Japan had surrendered to the Allies because of the two atom bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki by the U.S.A.

About two months later I was arrested, accused of “Anti-propaganda,” and condemned to two years in prison.  In reality, I had to live three years and six months in labor camps in Phu-Tho Province and Yen-Bai Province.  Although labor was hard in these camps, I was still young.  Prisoners could talk to one another on our way to and from work, which was primarily agricultural, growing vegetables.  About ten of us enjoyed gathering in the yard at dusk to secretly read poetry and discuss literature.  This was necessarily secret because the guards would break up groups, especially those who met regularly.

During those years in detention, I created about 100 poems on the subjects of the prison scene and anticommunism.  When I was released in 1964, I continued to write poetry and recite it to my closest friends who went on reciting it to others, in Haiphong and Hanoi.  We did not have much money so we met in parks, on benches, in the evening.  My job at this time was to do bricklaying, especially the carrying of bricks in a basket across my shoulders.  The duty of reporting on others, even your own parents or husbands, to the cadres is a norm under the communist reign.  Whenever anyone would pass by when we were reading or discussing poetry and politics we would change the subject until they were out of hearing range.

My friends and I rejoiced that the Americans had entered the war on the side of South Vietnam and were bombing Haiphong.  We were given careful surveillance by Security Forces at all times because we were suspected of being saboteurs; however the only sabotage that we undertook was that of keeping our minds free of the demands of communism.  All over North Vietnam, it was  required of everyone to glorify the regime, especially in schools.  If not, and the student remained silent, that student would be reported to the Party.  Many friends of mine were put in prison because of their mouths.

My parents always loved me and made me feel that I had not done wrong in not adopting the ways and habits of the communists.  They blamed themselves for my prison life.  If they had only gone South along with my brother, they felt we would have a happy life.  We wanted South Vietnam to invade North Vietnam and take over the Communist government, and felt the American bombing was not enough to end the war, let alone to remove the regime.

In February of 1966 I was arrested again.  The Security Forces suspected that I was the author of the poems that were transmitted from mouth to mouth in Haiphong and Hanoi.  When interrogated, I denied it, saying that I knew nothing about these “reactionary poems.”  Without receiving a trial, I was sent to the concentration camps in Phu-Tho, Yen-Bai, and Lao-Cai Provinces.

I never think that I am talented, but that I was able to write poems that affected people because of inspiration, or a sacred fire that was inside me.  My vitality of life was put into creating poems even if I was in stocks or irons.  I used to work on poems at night, because in the daytime it was too noisy.  They took several nights  to write, and memorize, and revise the words carefully, before completion.  If a poem was not good, I would throw it out of my mind with the same method.

First I would consider the necessary rhythm of the poem.  Then I would place the words, the verses, and memorize them.  The following night I would repeat them and revise them and commit them to memory.  Then I would recite them to my friends in prison camp who were also poets when we gathered after work in the evening.  We would help each other.

It was at the Phong Quang camp, in Lao Cai Province, that I gained my closest friendship in life, the poet Phung Cung.  Because writing on paper was not allowed, everyone had ways to meter the verses.  Phung Cung would use his fingers to count.  He would do this with such concentration that other prisoners and jailers thought he was crazy.  But he was not, he was simply counting words.  I did not use body methods, even reciting aloud, just my memory.  Most of my poems (about 300) were created during the second period of imprisonment, eleven years between 1966 and 1977.   These are the years of my twenties and thirties.

In July, 1977, (two years after the surrender of South Vietnam) a dozen prisoners and I were temporarily liberated, making room for the increasing number of prisoners who arrived from the South.  These dozen included friends and fellow-writers who had come to know each other at the Phong-Quang concentration camp where I had been taken in 1970.

Returning to my elder sister, Mrs. Nguyen-Thi Hoan, and her family, I lived at their home at number 136 Station Street in Haiphong.  I was dismayed to find the house also occupied by ten families crammed into the house.  Those were families of cadres and party members, of the bloc leader and also of the police officer of this ward by the name of Thanh. The ward police, the district police, the city police often came to “inquire about my health”. Under those circumstances, I did not dare to shut myself in my room of 8 m2 to write. I often rode my bicycle – its brand was a bear but it was so rickety that even a thief would not want to steal it – to an outer suburb to buy a few litres of rice brandy to sell to the dog meat stalls. When the moonshine business was busted, I went to Hanoi. Vu Thu Hien helped me find a job delivering baking flour. Mr. Trinh, a former lieutenant in the National Army, gave me a few sets of bicycle spokes, which I took to Haiphong to sell. That’s how I managed to scrape through.  Friends were so preoccupied with survival that they rarely met each other.

Denied any form of employment, I made both ends meet with difficulty.  People under the Communist regime always had very little food because of the policy of exporting rice grown in the conquered South Vietnam provinces to other Communist regimes instead of feeding our own people.  I often went to bed with an empty stomach even when not in prison.  My mother, before she died in 1970, had bought me clothes to wear when I should be released from prison.  I had to sell these clothes to buy 8 kilograms (about 19 pounds) of rice to survive.

When Red China invaded the six border provinces, security forces tormented me ceaselessly.  Afraid of being unable to survive if jailed a third time, I made up my mind to send my poems abroad.  These poems were the first twenty years of my work.  It was impossible to let them be buried with me!  I went to Hanoi, deciding to run into the French or British Embassy.  It took me  three days to write four hundred poems from my memory on papers.  So, on July 16th, 1979, I put my manuscript under my shirt and went to the British Embassy on Ly-Thuong-Kiet Street.

I found my way into the Embassy, passing the guard.  One Vietnamese woman and three Vietnamese men were sitting around a table in a large room.  They were civil servants hired by the British to be a local reception office for the Embassy.  I told them that I came to see the Ambassador.

“Where are you from?” one of them asked.  “From the foreign office,” I answered.  They demanded the required paper.  I told them I had forgotten to carry it.  With that, I rushed to the door at the other side of the room.  The woman stood up and grasped me.  I pushed her down.  Two men barred my way into the room.  The third Vietnamese man went out to warn the police.

There was a young English girl combing her hair in a boudoir without a door on my right side.  I said to her quickly in English: “I need to meet the Ambassador.  Don’t fear, I am an honest man.”  But she was so frightened that she dropped her comb.  The two men chased me.  I ran to the table and lifted it up, making everything on the table fall to the floor.  Hearing the noise, three English diplomats came out.  One Vietnamese man said that I was a madman.  I said to the three Englishmen that I was not crazy, and I had important documents to give them.  I immediately ran in the back door.  The Englishmen followed me, closing the door.

I handed them my manuscript and told them about my prison life and the sufferings of my oppressed people under the  communist totalitarian yoke.  I begged them to have my poems published in their free country.  Finally, I asked whether I could stay in the Embassy.  They replied that I could not because the police were waiting for me outside.  They promised solemnly that they would arrange for my poems to be published.

Satisfied, I gave them three photos.  One was taken in 1958 with my parents and my niece and nephew; one was taken in the same year when I was nineteen years old, and the third one was taken in 1978, when I was thirty-nine.  I shook hands with them, said good-bye, and left the Embassy.  The Security Forces of the Socialist government of Vietnam arrested me in front of the British Embassy, and drove me to Hoa-Lo prison, which had been ironically called the “Hanoi Hilton” by U.S. pilots who had been shot down by Russian SAM missiles when bombing or flying reconnaissance over North Vietnam from 1967 until 1973.  The original handwritten manuscripts are in the protective custody of the British government in London.  They will be returned when Vietnam is free.

The Hoa Lo prison is the setting of my short stories which are based on real situations and people I knew when I was there for six years.  The first three years I was in a solitary cell, in darkness.  The second three years I was with common criminals.  Sometimes women were in cells nearby, but mostly prisoners were gender-separated in large rooms containing about 200 people each.  I was able to communicate with women when in cells, and especially enjoyed hearing them sing folk songs that I remembered from my youth.  I was in cell #14.  We would communicate with each other when the jailers were not there by yelling back and forth and by a system of “driving” items such as toothbrushes and other goods for trade by strings thrown to the next cell.  Each person was honor-bound to deliver the item to the cell of its intended recipient and not break the chain.

I survived the terrible ordeal of prison conditions because my companions in the Hoa Lo prison, even common criminals, admired my resistance to the communist authority.  They protected me as much as they could by giving up some of their small space to lie down so that I did not have to always sleep on my side.

In 1985 I was transferred from Hoa-Lo prison to B14, in Thanh-Liet village, eight miles from Hanoi.  I was living there in cells where Mr. Vo Dai Ton, a fighter for democracy, was living.  Other political prisoners at B14 included Hoang-Minh Chinh, Duong-Thu-Huong, Ha-Si-Phu, and Nguyen-Thanh-Giang. My health deteriorated badly due to more solitary confinement and malnutrition.  The interior fire of creation went out, and after 1988 I composed no more poems because I could not concentrate.

In the ten-year period between 1977 and 1988 I created 400 poems.  However, I forgot 100 of them when I was reciting them to myself after my release in 1991.  I spent one year after my release to call back to my memory the 300 poems that I would write down on paper on a single day after I came to the United States, November 1, 1995.

In 1988 I was transferred to Z10 in Ninh Binh Province, seventy miles from Hanoi, where a communist general named Chu-Van Tan’s several relatives were also jailed.  This was a segregated prison for Chinese supporters suspected to be spies.

Although isolated from society, I always found ways to communicate and get news from the newly arrested prisoners.  That is how I learned the events of the war as they unfolded.  Sometimes new prisoners were Communist Party members who had the courage to criticize their superiors.

Thanks to the collapse of the socialist regimes in Eastern Europe and the pressure of the Vietnamese Diaspora to call my situation to the attention of international opinion, I was released in October, 1991, after more than twelve years of imprisonment in my third period of being jailed without trial.  Eight of those years were in solitary confinement, and in very dim light.  When I was released I weighed only eighty pounds; today I weigh 139 pounds.

After my release from the third period of imprisonment, which I did not expect to survive, I knew that my poems had been published as promised by the Englishmen, first in October, 1980.  I learned this in prison when angry officials showed me a book and asked if they were mine.  I said that I was the author.  I was very happy because I had attained my goal.  They were submitted to an international poetry competition and awarded the International Poetry Award in Rotterdam in the year 1985.

All unknown to me, they were translated into several languages:  English, French, German, Dutch, Chinese, Spanish, Czech, and Korean.  The English translation by Huynh Sanh Thong was published as the first volume in the Lac Viet Series by the Council on Southeast Asia Studies at Yale University in that same year as Flowers From Hell.  In 1988 they were translated into German by Dr. Bui Hanh Nghi and published as Echo Aus Dem Abgrund, Tieng Vong Tu Day Vuc by R.G. Fischer Verlag with an introduction by the musician Peter Gabriel.  The Vietnamese musician Pham Duy who had found refuge in America set many to music as “Prison Songs” and performed them around the world.

All of this was unknown to me while I was in solitary confinement in my homeland for creating these verses with the rhymes and rhythms of freedom and resistance to tyranny.  My whereabouts and my condition, whether alive or dead, was unknown to the translators and publishers.  However, people all over the world were watching and I was given the “Freedom to Write” award in 1988.  Perhaps it was for this reason they did not kill me.

The last three years of my imprisonment, 1988 to 1991, saw annual changes in my location.  In my struggle for survival, it no longer mattered to me where I was.  The numbered camps, B14 and Z10, were for people considered dangerous.  In 1990 I was transferred to Ba Sao camp, in Ha Nam Province, very near to my natal village.  This was a transition for my return to the outside world in 1991.

From 1991 to 1995 I was living in Hanoi with my second sister’s Hao’s family at 65 Nguyen-Cong-Tru Street, under strict surveillance.  Everyone who came to see me was later threatened by the police.  After diplomatic normalization between the U.S.A. and Viet-Nam I was allowed asylum in the U.S.A. under the Humanitarian Operation program.  This was due to the efforts of humanitarian organizations and especially efforts of a retired U.S. Air Force colonel who lives in California, Noboru Masuoka.

The story of Col. Masuoka’s concern is an interesting one.  He was the admissions officer of the Air Force Academy in Colorado.  His own history includes incarceration at Heart Mountain, Wyoming, concentration camp in the United States during World War II.  All persons of Japanese descent, citizens or not, were moved from their homes and their land confiscated.  When “Nobby” met young Vietnamese students who had qualified for admission to the Air Force Academy, they told him of their South Vietnamese Army officer fathers who were still imprisoned in Vietnam.  He was able to arrange the release of two officers and their emigration to America.

When asked by a television reporter in San Jose if he could aid a poet to leave the country who had never been a military or civilian official it was a challenge.  But he worked with humanitarian organizations and government officials in Washington D.C. to get my release to improve my health.  This release finally came on November 1, 1995.  Upon my arrival I was asked to address the Congress of the United States, which I did in English, from my speech translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich.  It has since been translated into French.  I also addressed the Parliament and the President of France, Jacques Chirac, in the year 2000.

During the last twelve-year period of detention I created about 300 poems.  I had to keep them in my head.  When arriving in the U.S.A. I hurried to write them on paper, fearing that the poems would leave my mind.  The new poems were translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich, a scholar who has written and published extensively on Vietnamese history and culture.  He has been overseas for nearly forty years and his English is very good.  I had the poems published in 1996.

I lived with my brother Gian’s family in Herndon, Virginia, until 1998, when I went to France at the invitation of the International Parliament of Writers.  During three years in France (1998 – 2001) I wrote six stories of life in Hoa-Lo prison, where I had been incarcerated following my arrest outside the British Embassy in Hanoi from 1979 until 1985.  These stories were not fiction; they were based on real experiences.  Many incidents are of my own life in prison.

They were published in Vietnamese by Canh Nam publishers in Arlington, Virginia, in 2001.  They have been translated into English by several friends who volunteered their energy and skills and I am seeking their publication in America.

In 2001 I moved to southern California, to live in the warm weather and the largest population of Vietnamese Diaspora in America.  California’s climate and associations with friends has improved my health.  I live as a lodger in a Vietnamese family home.  I learned English and became a citizen of the U.S.A. on October 20, 2004.  I give lectures and readings especially to remember the people imprisoned with me and those who are still imprisoned.  I intend to write a very thorough and lengthy memoir in my original language, Vietnamese.

During my twenty-seven years of imprisonment, with no books or magazines to read, I devoted all my spare time (especially at night) to create my poems, learning them by heart.  It would have been too risky, too dangerous to write them on paper.  For me poetry was no luxury, it was the cruel realities of life of war and prison, the sound of sobbing of my oppressed and mercilessly tortured compatriots.  It was the memory of my parents, who are always in my mind, and their love and sacrifice for their children, especially their youngest who was born to them so late in their lives and caused them such tribulation.  It was not hate, but hope that kept me alive.  It was the remembered sights and sounds of the street vendors and lovely girls, the coffee shop of my youthful friends wasting time in a careless way that became the hope of my miserable life.  It was the remembered sights of sunset and dawn and the landscape of my homeland, sometimes only seen while laboring in the dreary concentration camps but always beautiful in the darkness of my solitary cell and unshackled imagination.

Yet the solitude continues as I am away from so many friends in my homeland, and grows deeper as they grow old and pass away. Since living in the United States, I often make telephone calls to inquire about my family, my friends. In January, 1997, on a Saturday evening, my friends gathered at the home of Captain Kieu Duy Vinh waiting for my phone call.  Right at the beginning of our conversation, Le Quang Dung, the poet, told me that the poet Phung Cung, who had lived with me in prison where we had made life bearable for each other had just passed away on Friday at his home, after two weeks of severe illness. My friends were about to go to his funeral. I was thunderstruck and heartbroken. So he had gone forever and I would never have the chance of seeing him again, of watching his pensive look, of drinking a cup of tea with him and listening to his poetry.

Death is inevitable, but still I could not help feeling an excruciating sense of loss and I wept! That night, I lay down, my face against the wall. I remembered the months and years we were together. I recalled the day we met for the first time at Phong Quang, on a sombre winter day when he was standing before a red pepper plant, gazing at the leaden grey sky with an equally leaden look on his face. Then, on the day when I said good-bye to him to leave for Saigon on my way to the United States, he had held my hands not wanting to let go, his eyes brimming with tears.  Very early in the morning, drifting into a doze, I dreamed of the stars, the azure blue sails flying with the wind on the Milky Way, taking his soul to the Merciful Almighty!  One day, when returning to Vietnam, there will be nothing I can do but to stand in silence before a cattle-trodden mound at the end of a hamlet, where his body has been laid to rest.

I have always thought it was a miracle and destiny that I could survive.  Many friends of mine, much healthier and stronger than I, died from hunger, cold, and hard labor.  Graves are everywhere on the hills around the camps.  Over one million people have left our homeland for Europe, Australia, and America.  At least half that number additionally have died in the attempt to escape from the communist regime.

My dearest wish was, is, and will be to see everyone wake up to the fact that Communism is a great catastrophe of mankind, as people have awakened to the Nazi scourge.

Autobiography © 2005 Nguyen Chi Thien, author and Jean Libby, editor


Contributor’s Note: Jean Libby

Jean Libby prepared the Autobiography with Nguyen Chi Thien.  She is a social activist from the 1960s civil rights movement, when she edited periodicals for the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE, 1963 – 1965), and the Palo Alto-Stanford NAACP (1966 – 1969).  Jean later graduated from the University of California, Berkeley, with a degree in Social Science (1986). She also holds an A.A. degree in Professional Photography, and an M.A. in Ethnic Studies from San Francisco State University (1991).  She went on to teach courses on U.S. History and Ethnic Studies at community colleges in northern California.  She retired from active teaching in early 2005, and now works with textbook publishers on curriculum materials and VietCommunications, Inc. to examine reconnection between the generations of Vietnamese Americans.

In 2003 a statewide petitioners group organized a protest of the firing of the only Vietnamese American staff member at the Oakland Museum of California, which was preparing an exhibit “California and the Vietnam Era.”  Jean Libby became one of the Southeast Asian Community Advisory Committee to the Oakland Museum.   Jean Libby organized a seminar, “Vietnamese American Achievement in California Textbooks” at the request of community groups in October 2004, inviting the dissident poet Nguyen Chi Thien to be the keynote speaker.  Since then Jean has worked with Thien on his Autobiography and to arrange lecture/readings around the country.

Source : Viet Nam Literature Project

Ouverture de la bibliothèque numérique Người Việt

[ndlr] Depuis la mi-septembre, la bibliothèque numérique mise en place par le journal Nguoi Viet, le plus ancien des quotidiens d’information vietnamiens édité en Californie est ouverte à tous. Elle propose actuellement trois importantes revues intellectuelles publiées au Viêt-Nam avant 1945 : Nam Phong, Thanh Nghi, Tri Tân. D’autres collections  seront disponibles dans le futur comme la grande revue culturelle Bach Khoa éditée sous la République du Viêt Nam (Sud) entre 1957 et 1975 ou la revue d’histoire Su Dia. La presse vietnamienne éditée à l’étranger depuis 1975 devrait aussi rejoindre le portail de Nguoi Viet. En particulier les revues littéraires The Ky 21, Van et Van Hoc… Une initiative salutaire et très attendue, à suivre de très près.

Présentation en vietnamien sur le site de Nguoi Viet :


Thư Viện Ðiện Tử Người Việt: Một đóng góp văn hóa mới

Trong quá trình phục vụ cộng đồng Việt Nam hơn ba thập niên qua, nhật báo Người Việt, với tư cách một cơ quan truyền thông, đã mang lại tin tức trung thực và mau chóng; các bình luận thời sự sắc bén kịp thời; các trang chuyên đề như văn học, phụ nữ, cựu chiến binh VNCH, diễn đàn… đem lại cho độc giả nhiều thức ăn tinh thần phong phú hàng ngày.

Sự kiện số lượng báo in phát hành tại địa phương gần 15,000 số mỗi ngày, và độc giả khắp thế giới vào đọc Người Việt Online cùng bản tin TV trên Youtube Người Việt đạt đến con số 150,000 trong mỗi 24 tiếng đồng hồ đã nói lên sự tin cậy của đồng bào khắp nơi đối với báo Người Việt.

Có thể nói, Người Việt đã trở thành một định chế văn hóa của người Việt Nam. Ðể ngày càng xứng đáng hơn trong vai trò của mình, công ty Người Việt vừa quyết định thành lập:


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Nguyễn Chí Thiện (1939-2012) : L’auteur des “Fleurs de l’enfer” s’en est allé

Nguyen Chi Thien, l’auteur des Fleurs de l’enfer est décédé le 2 octobre à l’âge de 73 ans en Californie. Pour son attitude critique vis-à-vis du régime, il passa 27 ans de sa vie dans les geôles du Viêt Nam communiste. A l’occasion de sa disparition, Mémoires d’Indochine reproduit ci-après sa fiche biographique parue dans The Viet Nam Literature Project. Composés de mémoire pendant les différentes périodes d’incarcérations de Nguyen Chi Thien entre 1960 et 1991, les poésies du receuil les Fleurs de l’enfer ont été traduites en langue anglaise et éditées à plusieurs reprises. Elles furent interprétées au Théâtre du Ranelagh à Paris en 1987 par Stanislas de la Tousche et Katharina Wittkowska. Une façon pour les éditions Đường Mới La voie nouvelle de rendre hommage au poète contestataire alors qu’il était encore emprisonné au Viêt-Nam.



Nguyen Chi Thien

There is nothing beautiful about my poetry
It’s like highway robbery, oppression, TB blood cough
There is nothing noble about my poetry
It’s like death, perspiration, and rifle butts
My poetry is made up of horrible images
Like the Party, the Youth Union, our leaders, the Central Committee
My poetry is somewhat weak in imagination
Being true like jail, hunger, suffering
My poetry is simply for common folks
To read and see through the red demons’ black hearts

1975 – from Flowers of Hell by Nguyen Chi Thien translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich

Nguyen Chi Thien was born in 1939 in Ha Noi.  His father worked as an official in the municipal court and his mother sold small necessities in the neighborhood.  At the end of 1946, when the war between France and Vietnam broke out, his family fled to their native village in the countryside.

The family returned to a more stable Ha Noi in 1949 and Thien started school in private academies. After the defeat of the French in 1954 he cheered the Viet Minh revolutionaries as they also returned to the city, proud to invite soldiers home to supper.

The drama of Nguyen Chi Thien’s life begins in Haiphong, the strongly Communist port city of northern Viet Nam.  When Thien contracted tuberculosis in 1956 his parents sold their house for money to treat their son and moved with him near his sister and her family there.

The authorities already held Thien in suspicion, because his brother had joined the National Army moving to South Vietnam.  One day in December, 1960 Thien unwittingly stepped over the line while covering the high school class of a sick friend.

Thien noticed the history textbook taught that the Soviet Union had defeated the Imperial Army of Japan in Manchuria, bringing an end to World War II.  Oh no, he told his students, the United States defeated Japan when they dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Nguyen Chi Thien paid for this remark with three years and six months in labor camps, on a sentence of two years.  He met other literary men in jail, composed poems in his head and learned them by heart.  In 1966 he was returned to prison after a short release.

This time the police charged him with composing politically irreverent poems that circulated in Ha Noi and Hai Phong.  He denied it, and spent another eleven years and five months in labor camps.

Authorities never brought him to trial, for lack of evidence, but they had the right man.  The tubercular youth had become an outlaw whose every step and breath counted the beat of verses, poetry against oppression.

In 1977, two years after Saigon fell, Thien and other political prisoners were released to make room for officers of the Republic of Viet Nam.   He had been composing poems all the while, and now seized the opportunity of freedom to write them down and bring his art to the world.

Two days after Bastille Day, on July 16, 1979, Thien dashed into the British Embassy at Ha Noi with his manuscript of four hundred poems.  He had prepared a cover letter in French, but the embassy of France was too closely guarded.

British diplomats welcomed him and promised to send his manuscript out of the country. When he got out of the Embassy, security agents waited for him at the gate.  Dragged to Hoa Lo prison, the famous Ha Noi Hilton now empty of US flyers, he spent another twelve years in jail and prison camps, often in stocks in solitary darkness.

It came to a total of twenty-seven years’ imprisonment.  But meanwhile, the British diplomats kept their word.  Nguyen Chi Thien’s manuscript collection Flowers of Hell appeared in Vietnamese in two separate editions overseas.

Nguyen Chi Thien had the great satisfaction of seeing a copy of his book waved in his face by his angry captors.  He didn’t know that his poems also were translated into English, French, German, Dutch, Chinese, Spanish, and Korean.  They were set to music by the great Pham Duy and sung around the world.

While their author lay in irons, Thien’s poems won the International Poetry Award in Rotterdam in 1985.  Six years later the poet was released from jail, as the socialist world collapsed in 1991.  He lived in Ha Noi under close watch by the authorities, but his international following also kept an eye on Thien.

Human Rights Watch honored him in 1995.  That year he emigrated to the United States, due to the intervention of Noburo Masuoka, retired Air Force colonel, a career military officer who was drafted into the U.S. Army from an internment camp for Japanese Americans in 1945.

After the normalization of relations with Viet Nam, Masuoka was able to arrange special asylum for the poet in the United States.  Thien went to Virginia, the home of his brother, Nguyen Cong Gian, whom he had not seen for forty-one years.

Gian himself had lived America only since 1993.  A lieutenant colonel in the Army of the Republic of Viet Nam, he had been taken to a re-education camp in the North right after the fall of Saigon in 1975, to remain for thirteen years.

As if released from prison once more, Thien wrote down another book’s worth of poems from memory.  The three hundred Vietnamese poems and some select English translations were published in 1996.

In 1998, The International Parliament of Writers awarded Nguyen Chi Thien a three-year fellowship in France.  He lectured around Europe while he wrote and published a collection of short stories, rooted in the reality of his years in Hoa Lo prison.

Nguyen Chi Thien returned from France to Orange County, California, where he took the oath of American citizenship in 2004.  He continues to improve his health and speaks regularly on humanitarian issues of interest to the Vietnamese community.

Source : Fiche Nguyen Chi Thien sur VNLP


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En 1987, Stanislas de la Tousche et Katharina Wittkowska interprétaient une sélection de poèmes des Fleurs de l’Enfer traduits par Jean Maïs et Bui Xuan Quang.

Voir aussi l’article que lui a consacré Radio Free Asia : Defiant Vietnamese Poet Dies

Mangkra Souvannaphouma : Laos – Autopsie d’une monarchie assassinée

Armoiries royales du Laos

Comment le Royaume du Laos a-t-il disparu le 2 décembre 1975 dans l’indifférence générale du monde ? Créé en 1353 par le jeune prince Fa-Ngum, le royaume du Lane-Xang devient un Etat indépendant en 1949 dans le cadre de l’Union française. Il est entraîné dans la guerre d’Indochine jusqu’en 1954 avec la naissance du parti communiste laotien, le Pathet-Lao, qui s’allie à Hô-Chi-Minh. Dès lors, le Laos tombe dans l’engrenage de la guerre du Vietnam qui aboutit, en 1975, à la prise du pouvoir par le Nèo-Lao-Hak-Xat, pro-communiste vietnamien.

La monarchie, vieille de sept siècles, est abolie et remplacée par une République dite “démocratique et populaire” à la solde du Vietnam communiste. En mars 1978, le roi, la reine, le prince héritier ainsi que tous les princes détenus dans la capitale royale de Luang-Prabang sont déportés dans l’indifférence des monarchies asiatiques et européennes ainsi que des États signataires des accords de Genève de 1962 reconnaissant la souveraineté et la neutralité du royaume. Plus de 30 000 prisonniers politiques (fonctionnaires, militaires et étudiants) sont envoyés dans des camps de “samanâs”, véritables goulags créés par les Lao-Viets : la plupart n’en reviendront pas.

Le prince Mangkra Souvannaphouma, officier-pilote de la Royal Lao Air Force et diplômé de l’Ecole supérieure de guerre de Paris, est le neveu du dernier souverain laotien. De par ses fonctions auprès du Premier ministre, son père, du ministre de la Défense nationale et à l’état-major général. il est un observateur privilégié de la période dramatique dans l’histoire du Laos qui vit la monarchie disparaître au profit du régime communiste. Avec précision, il apporte des éléments inédits à la connaissance de l’histoire laotienne.

Aperçu sur Google Books

Annexes du livre en pdf sur

Biographie du Prince Mangkra Souvannaphouma en pdf sur

Prince Phetsarath (1890-1959): Nationalism and Royalty in the Making of Modern Laos

Søren Ivarsson and Christopher E. Goscha, “Prince Phetsarath (1890–1959): Nationalism and Royalty in the Making of Modern Laos”, Journal of Southeast Asian Studies, 38 (1), Feb. 2007, pp. 55–81.

A biography of Prince Phetsarath highlights how a specific idea about Laos and its culture was formed under French colonial rule and nurtured under the Japanese occupation and its aftermath. During these periods, Phetsarath’s understanding of Lao cultural nationalism was transformed into a political and anticolonial nationalism. While ultimately a study of failure, Phetsarath’s activities show that anticolonial nationalism did not always have to be linked to Communist movements to be ‘revolutionary’, and suggests the importance of taking into account non-revolutionary and non-Communist actors – even members of royal blood – in order to better understand the complexity that went into the making of modern postcolonial states.

Article à lire sur le site de Christopher Goscha (pdf)

Images rares de la grande famine au Tonkin 1944-45

[ndlr] Le grand photographe vietnamien Vo An Ninh (1907-2009) a été le témoin direct de la grande famine qui a ravagé une partie du Tonkin l’hiver 1944-1945. Le site Giao ( a mis en ligne le 11 juin 2012 dix neuf clichés rares de cet événement capital qui fit des centaines de milliers de morts (entre 400.000 et deux millions). Un bilan très lourd puisqu’il “représente 10% de la population des provinces touchées en l’espace de cinq mois”, selon Pierre Brocheux, qui souligne qu’il paraît incalculable.

Tận mắt xem 19 bức ảnh về nạn đói năm 1945 của cố nghệ sĩ Võ An Ninh

(GDVN) – Khoảng hai triệu người dân Việt Nam chết đói tháng giáp hạt năm 1945 đã được cố nghệ sĩ Võ An Ninh ghi lại qua những tấm hình đen trắng có giá trị vô cùng to lớn trong lịch sử nước nhà để thế hệ những người dân Việt xem lại bỗng thấy xót xa, chua xót.

Source : Giao

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Programme d’action du Parti Communiste Annamite – Mars 1930

Traduction des statuts et du programme d’action

du Việt-Nam Cộng-sản Đảng

(Parti Communiste Annamite) – Mars 1930

Etendard officiel du PCV

Nom :

Đảng Cộng-sản Việt-Nam (Parti Communiste Annamite).

But :

Le parti communiste du Việt-Nam a pour but de diriger les classes prolétariennes en vue d’abattre le capitalisme et l’impérialisme et d’instaurer une société communiste.

Conditions d’admission :

Tout individu fidèle aux principes communistes, aux statuts du parti et à l’internationale communiste, désireux de consacrer ses forces à la lutte des classes, consciencieux et risquant sa vie, obéissant aux ordres de ses chefs et contribuant aux dépenses de la communauté, peut être admis dans le parti.

L’ouvrier qui désire son admission doit être présenté par un membre du parti et faire un stage de trois mois. L’artisan, le cultivateur ou tirailleur qui désire son admission doit être présenté par deux membres du parti et faire un stage de six mois. Tout étudiant ou membre d’un parti étranger doit être présenté par deux membres du parti et faire un stage de neuf mois. L’adhérent âgé de moins de 21 ans est versé au groupe de la jeunesse communiste.

Structure de l’organisation :

La sous-section comprend tous les membres appartenant à une usine, à un atelier, à une mine, à une ligne de chemin de fer, à un bateau, à une concession, à un village, à une rue, etc…

Section de sous-préfecture, Section de bourgade, Section de quartier :

La Section de sous-préfecture comprend les sous-sections d’une sous-préfecture.

La Section de bourgade comprend les sous-sections de peu d’importance.

La Section de quartier comprend les sous-sections d’une grande ville telle que Saigon, Cholon, Haiphong et Hanoi ou d’une grande exploitation industrielle (Mines de Hongay par exemple).

Section de province, Section de ville et Section spéciale :

La Section de province comprend toutes les sections de sous-préfecture et de bourgade d’une province.

La Section spéciale comprend les sections de quartier d’un grand centre industriel.

Trung-ương (Comité Central).

Attributions des membres du parti.

a) Propagation des principes communistes et embrigadement des masses prolétariennes ;

b) Participation aux luttes politique et économique des ouvriers et cultivateurs ;

c) Application des décisions et de la politique du parti et de l’internationale communiste ;

d) Enquête générale ;

e) Recrutement et dressage de nouveaux adhérents.

Droits des membres du parti :

Réunion des sous-sections. – Tout membre stagiaire a voix délibérative et peut émettre son avis, mais il n’a pas le droit de décider, d’élire et d’être élu.

Des sections et des comités exécutifs :

a) Chaque section est dirigée par un comité exécutif qui fixe les travaux des adhérents et en surveille l’exécution ;

b) Le comité exécutif rend compte aux adhérents de toutes les questions qui les intéressent.

Dépenses :

a) Les dépenses sont couvertes par les cotisations des membres et le montant des collectes ;

b) Les cotisations mensuelles sont fixées par le Comité exécutif en tenant compte de la situation pécuniaire de chacun ;

c) Tout adhérent malade ou sans travail est dispensé de paiement de sa cotisation mensuelle.

Discipline :

a) Tout adhérent ne peut changer de localité sans l’autorisation du parti ; il est versé d’office à la section de la localité dans laquelle il s’installe ;

b) Tout adhérent a le droit de discuter et d’opiner et le devoir de se soumettre à toutes les décisions prises à la majorité des voix ;

c)  Tout adhérent coupable est puni par le comité exécutif de sa section ou par les représentants du parti réunis en assemblée générale.



Le développement économique de l’Annam a suivi le développement économique impérialiste ; les capitaux étrangers sont centralisés dans les banques, les capitaux du pays s’accroissent, les industries grandes ou petites sont toutes prospères, le nombre des ouvriers augmente sans cesse, celui des cultivateurs et des artisans souffrant de la misère est de plus en plus élevé, etc…

Néanmoins, le système féodaliste subsistant et l’engeance des hobereaux régnant en maître, nous prônons la révolution agraire et la révolution bourgeoise démocratique comme prélude à l’instauration de la société communiste.

A – Au point de vue social :

a) La population est libre de s’organiser ;

b) Enseignement professionnel général.


B – Au point de vue politique :

a) Combattre l’impérialisme français et le féodalisme régnicole ;

b) Rendre l’Annam entièrement libre ;

c) Instituer un gouvernement composé de travailleurs, d’agriculteurs et de militaires ;

d) Organiser des milices prolétariennes.


C – Au point de vue économique :

a) Annuler tous les emprunts nationaux ;

b) Confisquer tous les moyens de production (sociétés de transport, banques, etc…) des capitalistes français au profit du gouvernement prolétarien ;

c) Confisquer toutes les concessions des impérialistes français et les répartir entre les pauvres cultivateurs annamites ;

d) Supprimer les impôts en faveur des pauvres ;

e) Développer l’artisanat et l’agriculture ;

f) Appliquer la journée de huit heures ;


D – Autres points de vue :

a) Conditions d’admissions ;

Les conditions d’admissions trop sévères pour la titularisation des stagiaires et l’admission des ouvriers dans les syndicats.

b) L’organisation défectueuse du parti est cause de son isolement et de son éloignement des masses populaires ; d’où danger extérieur et intérieur.

c) Suppression des partis Thanh-Niên et Tân-Việt dont la politique s’écarte considérablement de celle de l’internationale communiste.

d) Mode d’élection des membres du comité central provisoire :

1° Désignation par le comité central d’Indochine de cinq délégués pour le Tonkin et l’Annam.

2° Pour la Cochinchine, désignation de deux délégués choisis par délégués de l’Annam et du Tonkin.

3° Le programme et la tactique du Cộng-Sản Việt-Nam seront fixés par les représentants de la IIIe internationale.

e) Les statuts du parti rédigés par les représentants de la IIIe internationale seront lus sommairement en présence de chaque postulant.

f) Les cellules existantes seront dissoutes :

1° En rejetant toute nouvelle demande d’admission ;

2° En admettant dans le syndicat des ouvriers et des paysans les prolétaires qui ne peuvent adhérer au parti ;

3° En versant au syndicat des étudiants tous les étudiants ne pouvant pas être admis dans le parti ;

4° En inscrivant à la section anti-impérialiste tous les autres camarades intellectuels ou petits bourgeois.

f’) Les groupes de défense seront dissous et leurs membres seront versés à la section anti-impérialiste.


Source : « Traduction des statuts et du programme d’action du Việt-Nam Cộng-sản Đảng (Parti communiste annamite). – 1930 », in Gouvernement général de l’Indochine, Direction des Affaires Politiques et de la Sûreté Générale, Contribution à l’histoire des mouvements politiques de l’Indochine française. Documents – Vol. N° IV. Le “Đông-Dương Cộng-sản Đảng” ou “Parti communiste indochinois” (1925-1933), 1933, pp. 73-75 (Annexe n° 5). [présentés par Louis Marty, Directeur p. i. des Affaires politiques de la Sûreté générale].

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