A different kind of Asian

We "Asians" are not all the same.

We “Asians” are not all the same.


Are you able to tell us apart?
A refugee with a sad history,
Who rebuilt their life from a poor start,
And the communist that’s much wealthy,
Who emigrated in a move so smart.
It’s too bad that we all look the same,
“Asian” is the tag we can claim! But wait there’s more!

Foot voting

I didn't protest against the maltreatment the communists gave my family in particular and the families of pre-1975-Saigon's high-ranking military men in general. Instead I voted with my feet and left the country.

I didn’t protest against the maltreatment the communists gave my family in particular and the families of pre-1975-Saigon’s high-ranking military men in general. Instead I voted with my feet and left the country.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – An act of rebellion.

In 1979, as a high-ranking military man, Dad had been in jail for four years and we didn’t know when or if he’d be released.

Our family faced the daily threat of having our assets taken and being sent to undeveloped land of new economic zones. But wait there’s more!

My Adolescence and the Extinction of a Social Class poem

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(Sonnet-Shakespearean-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

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The Communists think equal wealth’s for all,
Severe campaigns were planned in secrecy,
One’s for the old regime’s money downfall,
One’s to eradicate the bourgeoisie. But wait there’s more!

My High School Physics Teacher

In postwar Vietnam, political divisions and conflicted loyalties made high school life very complicated, even dangerous. This is a story about a shared connection with my high school Physics teacher, and the day my world turned upside down.

In postwar Vietnam, political divisions and conflicted loyalties made high school life very complicated, even dangerous. This is a story about a shared connection with my high school Physics teacher, and the day my world turned upside down.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – Someone who shaped me.

My high school Physics teacher, Mr Nghia, left a lasting impression in my life. But wait there’s more!