In the middle of April, in 1975, my mother put my two brothers and I, along with my cousins and maternal grandmother, in a car and we snuck to Tan Son Nhat airport in Saigon. I don’t know what my mother did, but I am sure it involved a lot of money and bribing and we were able to get out on a plane safely and head to Guam, then San Diego, where we were taken in as war refugees and able to re-start our lives in the USA. We had nothing and none of us spoke English, but my family was able to get back on their feet after a few hard years and we were able to enjoy “the American Dream”.
The author of this book, Dr. Kien Nguyen, was not so fortunate. The biracial son of a wealthy Vietnamese banker and an American soldier, Kien’s family had their passports and tickets out of Saigon, but his mother kept waiting, hoping to convince her parents, who adamantly did not want to leave. They finally decided to leave without them, but it was April 29, 1975 and the North Vietnamese Army was already advancing into Saigon. Kien and his family had been able to get inside the grounds of the US Embassy, but ended up being one of the thousands of South Vietnamese left behind when Communist forces rolled into Saigon and took over the government.
Kien describes the horrifying events that took place after the takeover, from the looting/destruction of his old home in NhaTrang, to the poverty that his family endured and the racism he and his brother experienced as biracial children in a country where homogeny and “equality” reigned supreme. His mother had a horrible time trying to find work to sustain them, and they sold everything they had for years to try to survive. This book describes his attempt to escape, along with his experience in a re-education camp, to his resignation, 10 years after the takeover, that he would never get out of the country. Interspersed with those tales are the tales of the racism he endured, mostly at the hands of his own cousins and aunt and uncle, and also the tale of a personal assault that was to scar him forever.
This book is so sad and even more sad for me as I think about how narrowly I missed this happening to me and my family. We are not biracial but my parents had many associations with the South Vietnamese Army and the Americans and we surely would have had all our possessions seized and been sent to re-education camps. I cannot imagine the nightmares the author had due to his sad sad childhood /adolescent experiences and I truly hope this book and the others he has written since have helped him to heal.
This book is an “easy” read in that it moves quickly and is very hard to put down. It is a “hard” read because anyone with a conscience or heart would have a difficult time digesting this non-fiction story and imagining these gruesome events happening to a person.
Without a doubt 5/5 stars but with a warning that this is a heart wrenching, depressing read.