{"id":56843,"date":"2020-05-02T06:00:27","date_gmt":"2020-05-02T10:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=56843"},"modified":"2020-05-02T10:01:23","modified_gmt":"2020-05-02T14:01:23","slug":"saigon-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2020\/05\/02\/saigon-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Saigon memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had no idea that <a href=\"https:\/\/www.davidwarrenonline.com\/2020\/05\/01\/forever-saigon\/\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">David Warren<\/a> had some brief journalism experience in Vietnam before the US pulled out their military forces:<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_56844\" style=\"width: 388px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Fall-of-Saigon-Hubert-van-Es-Wikimedia-Commons.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-56844\" src=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Fall-of-Saigon-Hubert-van-Es-Wikimedia-Commons.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"378\" height=\"261\" class=\"size-full wp-image-56844\" srcset=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Fall-of-Saigon-Hubert-van-Es-Wikimedia-Commons.jpg 378w, https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Fall-of-Saigon-Hubert-van-Es-Wikimedia-Commons-150x104.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 378px) 100vw, 378px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-56844\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A member of the CIA helps evacuees up a ladder onto an Air America helicopter on the roof of 22 Gia Long Street on April 29, 1975, shortly before Saigon fell to advancing North Vietnamese troops.<br \/>Hubert van Es photo via Wikimedia Commons.<\/p><\/div>\n<blockquote><p>An article in the <em>New York Post<\/em> (<a href=\"https:\/\/nypost.com\/2019\/04\/23\/new-book-reveals-truth-behind-this-famed-fall-of-saigon-photo\/\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>) brings one historical event back into view, with a bitterness I haven&#8217;t yet overcome. It is only an aside on an old photo-caption, which like so many others from the Vietnam War was, shall we say, inaccurate. Taken for a symbol, it has passed into our electronic folk memory, as one of innumerable lies it contains. I wasn&#8217;t there, of course, but I had visited that country, and once, too briefly, lived in Saigon. The (very consequential) deceit, dishonesty, and faithlessness of &#8220;the mainstream media&#8221; was among the lessons I took from my apprenticeship. My ludicrous ambition, to &#8220;correct it&#8221; some day, will never be fulfilled. But to the link: my praise to one writer who did his homework. Let me be grand and say, the truth has set him free.<\/p>\n<p>It will soon be fifty years since I first attended the &#8220;Five O&#8217;Clock Follies&#8221; at &#8220;MAC-V,&#8221; where the best hamburgers in South-east Asia could be obtained for the price of a chocolate bar. This press conference format \u2014 bluster and counter-bluster \u2014 has not changed in all this time. Everything in that vast sprawling compound of military administration was sprayed, swept, and polished; I always entered with wide eyes. There, and in bars along Tu-Do Street (the old <em>rue Catinat<\/em>, once an exquisite ribbon from the Cathedral down lines of fragrant tamarinds), was where I first fell in with &#8220;real professional journalists,&#8221; practising their trade.<\/p>\n<p>Those I met were, by and large, pathological liars, and extremely vain. They were also coarsely disrespectful, much like our journalists today: rudely cynical and sarcastic. The only serious exceptions I came to know were a couple of religious weirdos \u2014 one a Lutheran ex-pastor from West Germany, the other a reject from a Catholic seminary in southern France. They, like me, had strayed into the field, from a misplaced sense of adventure.<\/p>\n<p>At all levels, and on all sides, I was witnessing a freak show \u2014 there and wherever I wandered outside the Unreal City. I owned a reliable Nikkormat camera, that would sometimes earn me much-needed cash, but was quite unsuccessful as a print journalist. My earnest despatches, sent to newspapers on spec, were routinely &#8220;spiked&#8221; \u2014 not, I think, because I was so young (they didn&#8217;t know that), but because I kept, often unknowingly, writing things that contradicted what the <em>New York Times<\/em> and CBS were reporting.<\/p>\n<p>Not only was I learning that the &#8220;mainstream&#8221; was all lies, but too, that it invariably followed an agenda. The self-appointed purpose of the press was to sabotage the American war effort. (That of the life-or-death desperate Viets was, at best, ignored.)<\/p>\n<p>But then, I was deceitful, too. I was pretending to be over 18 when I was still only 17, in order to get a press pass.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had no idea that David Warren had some brief journalism experience in Vietnam before the US pulled out their military forces: An article in the New York Post (here) brings one historical event back into view, with a bitterness I haven&#8217;t yet overcome. 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