sign of emerging times on a Hanoi wall. (D. Zwerdling)
The conflict that the Vietnamese called "The American War" ended
on April 30, 1975, when North Vietnamese troops captured the capitol city of South
The famous picture of a US evacuation helicopter pulling away from a rooftop
in Saigon left many Americans with mixed emotions: shame, anger, relief. But what
about our former enemy? It was hard to know. The US lost the war, so there were
none of the ties that usually reunite former enemies. No period of occupation,
no Marshall Plan to help rebuild a bombed and ravaged landscape. Twenty-five years
later, Vietnam and the United States are starting to get to know each other, maybe
for the first time.
Correspondent Daniel Zwerdling and producer Deborah George traveled through
the former war zones of Vietnam to discover how the country has mended.
BILLBOARD IN THE PARKING LOT
says "Welcome to the Cu Chi Tunnels." Theyre big letters in plain
English. And theres probably no other spot in Vietnam that symbolizes so
powerfully how the Vietnamese have made peace with the American role in the war.
The tour guide speaks plain English, too. "Good afternoon, ladies and
gentleman, the tour through the tunnel is nearly one hour."
The guide is dressed like an American park ranger. He starts the tour in front
of a video screen, at a small outdoor theater in the woods.
The Communist guerrillas dug 150 miles of tunnels here, right under the American
troops. Were about an hours drive from Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon
as they used to call it. The guerrillas built barracks and weapons factories and
hospital operating rooms, all underground. Theyd live down there during
the day, then sneak out at night and attack. The guide crouches at a pile of leaves.
"Now here," he says, "I show you the secret entrance of the
tunnel. These Americans came
open shed door - boom - Americans would be killed."
These days, Americans are welcome. In fact, the Vietnamese government has remodeled
the Cu Chi tunnels to accommodate them. Back during the war, the guerrillas made
the tunnel openings so narrow that usually only Vietnamese could slip through.
But theyve enlarged the tunnels so that, as the guide puts it, "big,
fat Americans" can go down, too.
When you emerge, theres one final stop. You can relive the war, in a
small way, by banging away at the firing range on weapons that soldiers actually
used. They charge a dollar for every shot. If that doesnt appeal to you,
you can buy a memento at the souvenir shop. Theyve taken the profane sayings
that American commandos used to mutter to build up their courage in battle, and
theyve engraved the words with a skull and crossbones on cigarette lighters.
"Though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil for I
am the evilest son-of-a-bitch in the valley," reads the tour guide with a
A lot of Americans who visit Vietnam shake their heads at some point and say
to themselves, wait a minute. No matter how you felt about the war, whether you
supported it, or opposed it, or fought in it, you cant escape the basic
facts: the Communist-led army killed 58,000 American troops. The US military and
their South Vietnamese allies killed roughly million soldiers and civilians in
their own country. American warplanes destroyed vast areas of Vietnam with bombs
and pesticides and fire. So, why dont Vietnamese hate Americans?
"When I meet Americans it is the first question they ask me," says
Huu Ngoc, one of the best-known scholars in Vietnam. He's taken us to a sacred
site in Hanoi to explain his answers to the question. The Vietnamese call it the
one-pillar pagoda. It rises on one pillar out of a murky pond thats covered
with purple lotus flowers. Smoke keeps twirling around it, from all the incense
sticks that Buddhist pilgrims light at the altar. Huu says this pagoda reflects
the first reason why Vietnamese have forgiven Americans.
"I think that until now, for many Americans, Vietnam is synonym of war,"
Ngoc says. "But the true face of Vietnam is not war. Buddhism for the Vietnamese
means the heart and compassion and pity. It is our essential feature."
Of course, many religions preach forgiveness. But Ngoc says theres another
explanation thats more pragmatic. When you look at the whole sweep of Vietnams
history, the war against the Americans was a blip. For more than 2000 years, Vietnams
main enemy has been China. In fact, the two countries fought their latest war
only 20 years ago, along their border. Many Americans didnt even hear about
"To survive," says Ngoc, "we have always after the wars with
China to make peace and to forget the hardships of the war, to be able to live
in peace with our giants." He says the countrys applied the same lesson
to the United States.
And finally, Huu says, the Vietnamese can embrace Americans now because Uncle
Ho told them to. Thats what many Vietnamese call the father of their modern
nation, Ho Chi Minh. Ho led the country to triumph: first they kicked out the
French colonizers, then they humiliated the United States. But many Vietnamese
will tell you that even during the war, Ho said they shouldnt blame the
American people for causing their suffering. They should blame Americas
billboard in Hanoi heralds 70 years of the Vietnamese Communist party. (D. Zwerdling)
Everywhere you go in Vietnam, it seems like many people have taken these teachings
to heart. One of the hip new sports in Hanoi is an American sport. Computers calculate
your bowling score, and the players sing along with American rock music and munch
fried onion rings with catsup.
Or stroll along the citys streets. The government has plastered the buildings
with huge red banners that hail the Communist party. But Vietnamese whizz by on
their motorbikes, wearing jackets emblazoned with the American flag.
Maybe all this makes it sound like its been a little too easy for Vietnamese
to let go of the war. One woman says the process has been more painful. Her name
is Sen Hoa. She's marketing director for a fashion magazine. She says her own
childhood in Hanoi was war. Her home is squeezed with a bunch of rowhouses around
a courtyard thats decorated with spindly plants. Sen Hoa says she can still
hear those nights when she was 12 years old and the US was bombing the city.
"I just see the whole house shaking, and the glasses broken, and people
screaming," Hoa recalls. "I see the big hole on the street. I was so
scared, I had to try to hide myself under anything that I can get myself in. I
hard to say
the feeling is just to run."
Sen Hoa says as she got older, and became a mother and found a career, she
thought shed left the war behind. But then three years ago, a lifetime of
buried resentments and confusion suddenly bubbled up inside of her. It happened
on her first trip to America; she went on business to San Francisco. "I didnt
expect that I have such mixed feeling. I thought that it's a beautiful country.
I went to the beach, and I just walk slowly around. And I see the landscape so
beautiful and I thought, they are nice people. When I met them on the street they
are so lovely."
But the longer she stayed in San Francisco, the more she began to feel bitter.
Vietnam is one of the poorest countries in the world. College professors here
make $30 a month. You can argue that the Communist partys economic policies
helped drag them down but nobody would dispute the fact that the war also set
the country back - way back - when other parts of Asia began surging.
"I feel a little bit envy," Hoa says. "Envy with the American.
It is not fair to the Vietnamese people ... The Americans have a good life ...
Why, Why should they bomb Vietnam? Why should Vietnam suffer from the war? That
makes the Vietnamese people live in misery, and they are far behind from their
labor market in Hanoi, where poor farmers from the countryside look for work.
Sen Hoa touches on the very issue that could knit Vietnam and America together:
the economy. If you drive a long a stretch of road near downtown Hanoi, you come
to whats called the Labor Market. In most ways, its like any other
street in Hanoi, the sidewalks are crammed with vendors making noodle soups and
selling clothes and fixing bicycle tires. And every morning, young men who need
jobs cluster on the street corners and just stand there, waiting.
Everybody in Hanoi knows that this is where you come to hire unskilled workers
for the day or even for just an hour. Some of the men are wearing khakis and helmets
they used in the army. They say they live part of the year on their familys
farms, but they cant grow enough food to survive
The problem keeps getting worse. The populations growing faster than
almost anywhere in Asia.
Just a few minutes from the street corners where the unemployed men hang out,
its lunch-time at the Red Onion. Today's specials: seafood ceviche tossed
in a cilantro-and-walnut pesto. Seafood stew and smoked chipotle.
Foreign investors hope this restaurant reflects the future of Vietnam. Go back
to the Vietnam War for a moment. Remember the infamous Hanoi Hilton? That was
the nickname of Hoa Lo Prison where the North Vietnamese kept American pilots
who they shot down. A few years ago, the government tore down most of that prison
and in its place investors from Singapore built the Hanoi Towers. Its a
hotel and condo complex, plus this restaurant. Lots of foreign businessmen began
flocking to Hanoi and began hanging out at this restaurant.
"I also came to Vietnam because ... it is a transitional economy and I
thought it would be the next Asian tiger, and I wanted to to come to a place where
I could witness that evolution firsthand." So says Atticus Weller, who clearly
wanted not only to witness the change but to profit from it. Weller works for
Citibank He says he came to Vietnam on the same tide that brought executives from
Coca-Cola and Procter & Gamble and the chef at this restaurant "Theres
a tremendous amount of entrepreneurial energy in Vietnam, so when you go out into
the street you see everyone is running a business and it feels very vibrant."
But lately, that enthusiasm has started to sour. Investors say government officials
keep promising to do something about the corruption in Vietnam and all the frustrating
Communist red tape. American and Vietnamese officials have been negotiating a
major trade agreement that would tackle some of these issues, but many executives
say theyre tired of waiting around for reforms. Weller says companies that
set up factories and offices here just a few years ago have already begun to shut
"The danger for Vietnam is not that it is going to have an adversarial
relationship with the US, or the US is interested in being imperialistic,"
says Weller. "The danger for Vietnam is that the US just don't pay attention.
Vietnam will become irrelevant."
You can see Vietnams dilemma in the city they used to call Saigon.
On the face of it, this citys bursting with promise. Take a stroll along
the river, under the palm trees. The dinner boats are filling up with customers.
The streets are blazing with neon. A woman on her way to dinner says folks here
in Ho Chi Minh City arent all uptight like people in the capital of Hanoi,
more than a thousand miles away: "I think Ho Chi Minh City people is more
friendly, more friendly than Hanoi," the woman says. "I think Ho Chi
Minh City is more exciting.
But if you peer beyond the traffic and blazing lights, you see the struggling
face of Vietnam. All over the city, there are skeletons of half-finished office
buildings and hotels. Investors started them a few years ago, when it looked like
the economy was going to take off. Then they walked away when the economy stalled.
And some people say that Vietnam will never get out of its rut until leaders welcome
two groups of people back from the fringes.
"I have been unemployed for ... for 25 years," says a man we'll call
Nguyen. That's not his real name: hes afraid if he identifies himself he
might get in trouble with the communist government.
People who know him say that Nguyen is a remarkable man. He lives in Ho Chi
Min City, and he is a gifted teacher. He could work as a translator; he could
run a business or government office. But Nguyen hasnt been able to do any
of these things for the past 25 years because he worked for Americans during the
"Life is easier for, for the winners," Nguyen says. "And life
is very hard for the losers. I am not a loser, but I am associated with the loser,
so I have to share the fate of the losers."
When the Communists from the north took over the country in 1975, they rounded
up hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese who had ties to the American military.
Many had fought in the South Vietnamese army, and the Communists locked them up
in prison camps for years. Nguyen was lucky, he worked for an American company,
not the army, so he didnt have to go to prison. But hes been punished
in another way.
Ever since the war ended, the government has blocked so-called collaborators
from getting regular jobs and its prevented their children from going to
college. Nguyen laughs about it today, the way his country has wasted his talents.
He used to be a photographer and writer, but when the Communists took over friends
warned him to hide his skills. "For example, 'don't keep a typewriter at
home,' number one. And 'don't ever use a camera because that is the equipment
of a spy.' "
So he tossed his typewriter in the garbage. And he sold his Nikon camera for
five pounds of rice. But Nguyen says he gets by. He tutors students in English
quietly on the side. And hes turned the tiny patch of dirt behind his home
into a miniature farm. Nguyen says he can feed his family of ten people with a
single chicken, although he has to use a poor persons trick. "If you
put a lot of salt there you can eat just one piece only, you can not eat more,"
Nguyen says with a chuckle.
Just before the war ended, his American employers offered to help him escape
the Communists; they said theyd give his family a new life in the United
States. But he declined. And hes glad he did. He says no matter who runs
the government, Vietnam is his country. "Theres one important thing:
the reunification of Vietnam. That is very very very important to me. If there
is a chance to reunify, under any slogan, we can find a way to survive."
The countrys Communist leaders are finally beginning to reach out to
fellow Vietnamese whom theyve always seen as foes. Its too late for
people like Nguyen - he's 64 years old. But Vietnam needs all the help it can
get from the next generation.
When American tourists come to Vietnam, they might hire Tony Nong to arrange
their trip. Hes been at the office since 6 am on this particular morning.
Hes been fielding two fax machines, three computers and three telephones.
Tony Nong is known as a Viet Kieu. Thats what the Vietnamese call people
who fled the country after the war. "The 18th of April  was one of
the days that I as a seven-year-old remember for the rest of my life," Nong
U.S. helicopter pilot tries to maintain order as panicky South Vietnamese civilians
scramble to get aboard during evacuation of Nha Trang in April, 1975. (AP Photo)
When his mother heard that the Communist forces were about to take over, she
grabbed Tony and his brother and sister, they all crammed together on a motorbike,
and they raced to the airport. She stayed behind, with Tonys grandparents.
"People were running after the plane as it was taking off, mothers carrying
kids, and also men hanging onto the bay doors as it was closing," Nong recalls.
"That was my last image of Vietnam."
Nong grew up with relatives in California and became an American citizen. He
tried to get in touch with his mother, but nobody knew her address. He started
to assume she had probably died. Until 1991. "I received a phone call at
4 o'clock in the morning and the person on the other end said, 'This is your mother
speaking.' It was the first time in 16 years I hear my mother's voice, and she
cried for 15 minutes. She says, 'Do you remember me? Do you miss me?'"
Nong flew to Vietnam for a family reunion and these days, hes commuting
between his homeland and the United States. Hes running the family's travel
agency in Ho Chi Minh City. Nong says at first Communist leaders threw all sorts
of roadblocks in the way. They were worried that exiles might try to overthrow
the government. But in just the last few months, Vietnamese officials have announced
new policies designed to attract people like Nong back to the country. For the
first time ever, Viet Kieu will be allowed to buy property in Vietnam. They can
grow new roots here.
"Speaking sometimes to a lot of the people in the Vietnam community in
the United States, many do want to come back," Nong says. "But they
have that fear of what would happen ... I think if we can overcome that by government
opening up, letting the Viet Kieus know that, hey, it's OK, you're safe to come
back. I think Vietnam will develop a lot quicker and the misunderstandings will
be put to rest."
So far, Viet Kieu in America are not rushing to resettle - though planes from
the United States to Asia were filled a few months ago. More Vietnamese-Americans
than ever before flew back to their homeland to celebrate the New Year with their
Back in Hanoi, more than a thousand miles from Saigon, we're inside the infamous
Hoa Lo Prison. When the government tore down most of this prison a few years ago,
they left just a corner as a memorial to suffering. Today, Vietnamese school kids
giggle at the mannequins shackled in the old cells; they glance at placards about
the Vietnamese leaders who died here under the French colonialists. They look
briefly at photos of American pilots who spent years here in chains. Two thirds
of the Vietnamese population was born after the war ended. By the time they have
children, many people will only dimly remember that Vietnam and America fought
STRUGGLING WITH THE ECONOMY
The people of Vietnam fought 30 years of war against France, against the United States, and against each other. The fighting ended on April 30, 1975, when the last Americans boarded the last helicopters out of the country.
Now Vietnam is fighting another struggle-this time, with its economy. Much as guerrillas once infiltrated the countryside, private enterprise now infiltrates one of the last communist nations on earth. And the government is allowing it, hoping to raise living standards in one of the world's poorest countries.
To see if it is working, we travel to the village of Phu Tho, some 50 miles northwest of Hanoi.
When we get Phu Tho, their annual celebration has already begun. Families have gathered around the village meeting house. This building has a steep roof with curlicues at the corners, and just inside the massive doorway, there is a huge shrine painted all red and gold.
The village leader is asking everybody who's at least 70 years old to please step up to the altar.
Every year, this village of 1,000 people honors all its elderly residents. The guests of honor dress up in bright silk robes and wear different colors depending on their ages.
We have one of Phu Tho's residents describe the scene for us.
"Now we can see coming three old men," explains Boy Shun Tang, a village farmer, "And the head of village will come and present the gifts and flowers to them just to show our thanks to the old people for their contributions to the village."
Next, a very old-looking woman makes her way up front. She kneels in front of the shrine and presses her forehead to the bamboo mat.
"You can see that she's wearing the red color" Tang says, "it means that she's 80 years old-90 years old-yeah, 90."
And that gets us wondering how life in Phu Tho has changed over these 90 years. We ask the farmer if we can come back one morning and spend the day with his family.
A few days later, he's waiting at 7 a.m. at the village gate.
To get into the village, you walk under a faded yellow archway. And as you walk down the path to Tang's home, you can literally feel how the economy is changing-under your feet. Tang says only five years ago we would have been walking in mud. Today, we're strolling on bricks. When we get to Tang's house, his wife shows us more dramatic changes.
Tang's wife is Wit Ti Dien. She has a huge smile and a mouth full of black teeth from a lifetime of chewing betel nuts.
She says 15 years ago, she and her husband had a thatched roof made of rice stalks, and they lit the home with kerosene lanterns. Today, the roof is covered with orange clay tiles, and they've got lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling.
But they're getting antsy answering questions.
"In Vietnam whenever we have a guest, we should offer tea first," Tang explains, "and after that, talking."
"And supposing somebody starts talking to you before you serve and drink tea?" I ask.
"We would think those people, they are impolite," he says.
Once we have had our tea, Dien and Tang can talk about their lives.
They were both born here in Phu Tho back in the 1930's. Everybody in the village was poor, and everybody was a colonial subject. The French ruled Vietnam like a serfdom. And since then, Tang's whole family has grown up trapped in the middle of wars.
During World War II, the Japanese invaded and the village was wasted by famine.
"Because of the hunger," Tang tells us, "people just went out on the road and so many people died. And especially at the corner when you turn to the village-so many people died at that corner."
Then the world war ended, the French came back, and Tang and his wife started their family. They eventually had six sons. But they hardly had any peace because Vietnamese rebels began fighting the French for independence.
When the French gave up, the United States continued the war.
"I saw the US bombers," says Tang, "and so many US airplanes look like birds flying across the sky. And whenever they came, we heard the siren: oooooh! Our people at that time told each other that the land of the village is the land of God. Some bomb was dropped, but didn't explode."
When the war finally ended in 1975, Tang's family felt jubilant; after all, three of their sons went off to fight the Americans, and all three made it back alive.
But gradually they faced another crisis: The communist economy began to collapse. And to tell that part of the story, Tang leads the way to his rice fields.
The rice paddies surround the village in every direction. From a distance, the houses of Phu Tho look like an island in a green sea. Irrigation canals keep the fields ankle-deep in water. Tang says when they farmed before the economic reforms, it was like going to work in a factory: They had roll call.
Everyone, he says, had to be on the field at 6:00 in the morning.
All these fields were part of government-owned collectives. It didn't matter if Tang's family grew a lot of rice or only a little. The collective paid them wages and the government took the harvest.
By the late 1980s, the country was producing such measly rice crops that even Vietnam's leaders were basically saying: "this economy's in shambles. These policies are a failure." Plus, it didn't help that the Soviet Union was collapsing and cutting off their aid to Vietnam. So Vietnam's leaders announced sweeping reforms. They parceled out the fields to the villagers. And today farmers can do pretty much what they want.
"You can go eat late or early," says Tang. "It's up to you. And how many rice you can produce from that piece of land is up to your labor: It's up to you."
The Vietnamese call this philosophy doi moi. It means new way of life, and it's motivating farmers to become more productive. Only 10 years ago, Vietnam had to import rice; now it's becoming one of the biggest exporters in the world, and doi moi is turning Phu Tho's farmers into entrepreneurs.
As we walk back into the village, we pass Tang's neighbors. They are sitting on the ground pounding metal sheets into trunks and suitcases which they will sell on the streets of Hanoi. Back at Tang's house, his family is selling hogs.
These are huge changes. Before doi moi, you were breaking the law if you sold anything on your own and kept the profits. Now you're a patriot; you're helping to develop the country.
So when Boy Shun Tang, his wife and a couple of their sons sit down for an afternoon meal, they can eat more lavishly than ever before. Dien has made chicken and mushroom and sausages and potatoes and rice. Granted, they don't eat like this most of the time; most days they eat mainly rice. But now they can afford to splurge when they have guests, and they talk about topics that would have been unthinkable five years ago.
They discuss the merits of those sexy music videos on television. Thanks to the new prosperity, they have bought a TV.
"Dien a woman," says Tang's wife, "so I don't like to see those sexy girls on TV. I just only want to hear the traditional Vietnamese music. So whenever they have that type program, I turn the TV off or I will leave the room to let the young people to watch it alone. Not me."
But Vietnam is still one of the poorest countries in the world. Malnutrition is a major problem, and development specialists say the economic reforms are dividing the population into classes.
Roughly one-third of the farmers are as poor as ever. In fact, thousands of the peasants rioted a few years ago about 50 miles from this village. They were demanding more land and protesting high taxes and corruption. Then another third of the farmers are doing somewhat better. And finally, a third of the farmers are like Tang's family: Their standard of living is surging.
Cracks are showing up in the society. We see warning signs when we take a stroll after lunch. Some of the most prosperous families in Phu Tho are building new homes. Now most people have one-story bungalows. But these new houses are three-story towers with balconies and gaudy turrets, and the owners are embedding the walls around their houses with broken shards of glass. Jealousy and crime have come to Phu Tho.
"There are some people, they are too lazy," says Tang. "They don't want to work. They cannot be rich. They become robbers or thieves. It's sad, but it happens. Everywhere in the world there are always some poor people stealing from each other."
Some Vietnamese leaders are worried that the new economic policies might accidentally accomplish something that America's military could never do-destroy communism.
A couple of years ago, one of Tang's sons announced that he didn't want to spend his time in the rice fields anymore. He borrowed money and opened a shop.
Today, he and his wife have two gleaming machines which clean the village farmers' rice and then spew it into burlap bags. And with that, Tang's family has ended hundreds of years of traditions. Nobody in this family works in their rice paddies anymore. They make most of their money in the new economy and they hire poor farmers from distant villages to do the field work for them.
"I think that by this way our life is better," says Tang, "because we can hire the people who are unemployed to come so that they have jobs and at the same time we can other things that make more profit. It's better."
And when I ask him whether the he and family are becoming capitalists, the translator tells me he replies "yes." And then a moment later, "no." She laughs.
So when Tang goes home and lights the incense sticks and prays at his family's altar, he has a lot of reasons to thank his ancestors' spirits.
And Tang's altar symbolizes one more reason why his family's prospering. After the war, some of his relatives fled to the United States, and they send money back to Tang's family. It's not much by American standards, but it goes a long way in a country where the average income is barely more than $300 per year.
Tang's relatives bought this altar. It's so big it almost fills the room.
"We would like to invite you, the god of our house and our ancestor, to come and celebrate with us," Tang says. "We put sticky rice, chicken, wine and beautiful flowers on the altar. We hope you'll enjoy them with us. And we ask you to bless our family with health and happiness and with success in business."