Saturday, August 29, 2015

Open Letter To Obama

The Honorable Barack Obama
President of the United States

Dear Mr. President :

My name is Roberto Wissai, a Vietnamese-American. A few years ago I wrote to you, voicing my grave concerns of China's hegemonic designs on Vietnam and beyond. To my delightful surprise, you wrote back, saying to the effect that you took my concerns into consideration. 

Now I am writing to you in reference to the letter addressed to you by two council members, Messrs. Manh Nguyen and Tam Nguyen of the City of San Jose, CA. Below is a copy of their letter which has been circulated widely in the Vietnamese diaspora communities. I am writing to you because the letter's strong tone and last paragraph do not reflect the views of the majority of the Vietnamese-Americans. They at best represent the personal views of the councilmen and their supporters. 

While the yellow flag of the defunct Republic of Vietnam has continued to have a powerful pull on the hearts and minds of a great majority of Vietnamese-Americans, mine included, and possibly of the inhabitants in South Vietnam as well, and the actions of Mr. Ambassador Ted Osius could have been more tactful and sensitive to the feelings of the Vietnamese-Americans with whom he was meeting in California, the regrettable actions of Mr. Osius didn't warrant the untempered view of the councilmen that Mr. Osius "has severely strained the relationship between the Vietnamese-Americans and their government."

I would like you to know that a great majority of Vietnamese, in and out of Vietnam, are overjoyed at the current fast-moving economic, educational, and military rapprochement and cooperation between the United States and Vietnam. We also think that Mr. Ted Osius has been doing a fabulous job as the Ambassador of the United States in Vietnam. The Vietnamese government, the Vietnamese people, and a majority of the Vietnamese-Americans have full confidence in and affection for Mr. Osius (please see his Facebook pages). 

I also would like you to know that you have been a good, possibly great, president. You have brought Affordable Healthcare to all Americans, brought down unemployment to a healthy level, proposed affordable college education, confronted tyranny and undue aggression in major regions of the world, and restored relationship with Cuba to the delight and gratitude of the Cuban people. I have been in complete agreement with your domestic and foreign policies. You are my type of President. And thank you for being in this world. You have made a positive difference in the lives of so many people.

Respectfully yours, 

Roberto Wissai


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Honor and Interests

My dear, dear Mr. Bao Dang:

It was indeed very touching and moving, especially for me at least, to read that you placed common/shared honor above selfish interests. You are a very rare principled and honorable person. My kudos and hat off to you! But please be advised that for a great majority of humans, especially politicians and merchants, interests are everything and honor doesn't mean diddly squat to them.

This country is run and governed by business interests/the mercantile class. To them, money and power are the end all and be all in life. That's all they know. That's where they get their kicks. Fortunately for the country, there is a venerable document here, called the U.S. Constitution which specified and ensured separation of powers be respected. In addition, the Bill of Rights (the first ten amendments to the Constitution) provide specific freedoms to citizens and limit the power of the government. Furthermore, there's a strong undercurrent of liberalism, especially along the Northeast seaboard and the Pacific Coast, and a general respect for the laws in America. These liberal and democratic forces act as a counter-weight against the nakedly rapacious, and power and money-grubbing tendencies of the ruling elite. 

Osius is a bureaucrat. His allegiance is to his own career and the United States, and never to the Diaspora Vietnamese communities in the U.S. Those so-called leaders or representatives of the Vietnamese communities that you specifically mentioned, I suspect, are not any better than Osius. They are busy to promote themselves when dealing with American officials, Osius included. I really doubt if they have the honor of the communities in their hearts. That was why they didn't openly express their displeasure at the apparent acts of insensitivity of Osius. Neither do they get involved in the current movement of criticizing publicly Osius. 

I strongly urge you to run for public office so you can set an example for us to follow by placing  honor and duty over interests. 

Sincerely yours, 

Wissai
canngon.blogspot.com

On Aug 26, 2015, at 8:34 AM, Bao Dang > wrote:

Danh dự chung luôn đứng trên quyền lợi.

Khi hy sinh chiến đấu dù thực chất là bảo vệ quyền lợi của Hoa Kỳ hay của thế giới Tự Do thì cũng phải giữ danh dự chung cho nhau. 

Bảo vệ tự do dân chủ hay bảo vệ quyền lợi Hoa Kỳ trong danh dự. Dù thua nhưng thua trong danh dự thay vì "lừa bịp" "phản bội" tự đánh mất danh dự mình như đảng csVN. 

Chiến đấu và chết trong danh dự thì dù có thua kẻ thù thì họ cũng đồng lòng và mãn nguyện. Và người còn sống chúng ta nhất là ĐS Ted Osius không thể phản bội sự hy sinh của những chiến sĩ đã ngã gục bằng đeo cờ đỏ VC trên ngực và "chê bai" hay tránh né Cờ Vàng.

Cho dù có lợi thế cho CĐ thế nào đi nữa mà người như ĐS Ted Osius đeo trên ngực áo cờ đỏ VC và tránh né Cờ Vàng tuyên bô những lời "hèn nhát" (như bị mất việc) thì không ai có thể chấp nhận và ngồi yên mà phải tẩy chay. 

Vì thế GSV Andrew Đỗ, TNS Janet Nguyễn ... không có chút đảm lược, nghĩa sĩ ....đứng lên yêu cầu ĐS Ted Osius tháo cờ đỏ trên ngực áo trước khi họp. ĐS Osius có quyền không tháo; nếu vậy thì tẩy chay và rời phòng họp. 

Thật đáng tiếc cho hai vị dân cử gốc Việt!

Đặng Bảo
26/8/2015

Friday, August 21, 2015

Don't Ask How Big My Heart Is

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Đừng Hỏi Trái Tim Tôi Bao Lớn  

Lâu lâu xuất hiện trên diễn đàn
Chẳng viết thư riêng, chẳng hỏi han.
Ấy thế mà tôi thương, tôi nhớ,
Lòng nh
ững bâng khuâng với rộn ràng

Lâu lâu anh mới viết thơ riêng
Bảo rằng anh "fall in love" ngả nghiêng!
Anh nói anh nhớ tôi nhiều lắm!
Mỗi ngày đều nhớ, nhớ như điên!

Tôi có tin không?  Không cần thiết.
Tôi có yêu không? Không cần biết.
Chỉ biết rằng tôi thường nghĩ
 đến anh.
Anh là cảm hứng cho tôi viết.
Thơ thẩn mỗi ngày cũng vì anh.

Sáng nay trời lạnh, mây trời xanh,
Lại nhớ
 đến anh, nghĩ đến anh
Làm vội bài thơ tình mong manh
Mong rằng 
anh đọc, hiểu nha anh.

Đừng hỏi trái tim tôi bao lớn.
Đừng hỏi bao nhiêu người tôi yêu?
Tình yêu nhân loại bao la lắm.
Tình tôi yêu anh? Quả thật nhiều! 

QNN


Don't Ask Me How Big My Heart Is

I see you get on the forums now and then
But you no longer drop me a line
Still I miss you, and I love you still
Ever for you my heart throbs and pines

You used to send to my private mail
Those three sweet words, "I love you"
You used to say, "please, don't tell
Anybody else that I'm falling hard for you."

Were those words of yours really true?
I don't know, and I don't really care
All I know is now I can't help thinking of you
Night and day. You've inspired me to share

Today the cold winds from the north blew in
The sky is blue, as blue as how I feel about you
So I took out my iPad and confessed my sin
I hope you'll hear it and understand 

Don't ask me how big my heart is
And how many men I've "known" offhand
My love for "Mankind" is big, 
But not as big as my love for the man that is you 

Rough and Quick Translation by Wissai
August 21, 2015
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Facts, Truths, Apologies, and Redemption/Salvation

Facts, Truths, Apologies, and Redemption/Salvation 

A cascade of thoughts flooded my mind after seeing the movie "Crashh". These thoughts were not necessarily new to me, but they took on a clarity. The clarity may give rise to a sentiment that the thoughts may have some validity. I would like to share them with you. Sharing is inherent among social animals. 

1. To live is to contend/put up with/come to terms with the naked and yet rarely confronted/discussed fact that the drive for power and domination is very strong in all social beings. So when you interact with humans, keep that fact/issue in mind, especially with those who are deep down insecure, cowardly, animalistic and untalented. These fucking and fucked-up animals always try to seek balance through acts of compensation. 

2. Chance, the perennial element in nature, can be either good (blessing for the religious-minded folks) or bad (just dumb bad luck for being in a wrong place at a wrong time). There's nothing we can do about bad luck except stoically and graciously accepting it as part of life. To be angry, self-righteous, or complaining about bad luck just makes the matter worse.

3. To achieve serenity, one must accept facts and truths at all times. Most life's problems and the bullshit peddled by religions stem from the inability to see or accept facts and truths.

4. If you hurt another person by engaging in falsehoods, you must issue heart-felt apology promptly and earnestly and humbly beg (yes, beg) for forgiveness, then do you have a chance to be forgiven. Very few humans blithely accept injustice foisted upon them. It is said that love /faith moves mountains, but from what I have seen, it is injustice and anger that drives humans into actions. All revolutions are fed by feelings of injustice and deep anger over injustice. 

5. Some Greek scholar (Aristotle?) once defined Man is an animal that wants to know. It's not a pretty or complete definition, but good enough to highlight the inquisitiveness inherent in Man. So if you are happy with your state of ignorance, and don't really care for learning and knowledge, I would have to say that you are not quite human yet, and are still a stupid, ignorant, self-contented little primate and deserve all the scorn and contempt other more "knowledgeable" humans exhibit towards you. If you have any sense of self-respect, you must improve your mind/knowledge so no other humans can look down on you. All the empty blather you mouth off about yourself and the world means nothing if you speak from the standpoint of uninformed opinions. 

6. You are your own Savior and Redeemer. Other beings can help you, but the salvation and the desire for salvation must come from deep within yourself. A human without will-power is not much a human. 

Thus Spoke Wissai

August 11, 2015

Monday, August 10, 2015

Don't Cry for Me, Don't Misunderstand

Don't cry for me, don't misunderstand

Late at night,
Looking through the window 
And up to the starry sky,
Thinking of you and the sexy show 
That I saw recently in Vegas,
While a love song's lyrics were blasting in my earphones. 
Oh la la how incredible you are, my lovely lass.
This is the moment of magic and also of the moans 
Of my shy and unfulfilled soul. 
I'm traveling to Graceland 
Looking for love's parole. 
Don't cry for me, don't misunderstand. 

Wissai
August 10, 2015

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Darren Wilson's Quest For Distance

Leading up to the first anniversary of the shooting death of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo. — and the cultural convolutions that followed — The New Yorker has published an article including extensive interviews with Darren Wilson, the police officer who pulled the trigger.
A grand jury refused to indict Wilson in Brown’s death and the Justice Department cleared him of willfully violating Brown’s civil rights. (Brown’s family is now pursuing a civil suit against the city of Ferguson, the former police chief and Wilson.)
Still, the case remains a polarizing one, as some view it as an example of a needless escalation of hostility that too often leaves a person dead; others view Wilson as a hero and now also as a victim. (Wilson says in the interviews that he has been subject to death threats, can’t move freely without worry in his own community and can’t land another police job.)
The Justice Department issued two reports in the case. The one that cleared Wilson also contradicted some claims of vocal witnesses, claims that became central to the outrage that followed. It found that Brown was not shot in the back, and it deemed unreliable assertions that Brown had his hands up in surrender when he was fatally shot.
But the second report, a comprehensive look at the Ferguson Police Department and courts, found widespread racial targeting of black citizens that permeated the system.
As Jake Halpern put it in The New Yorker article:
“Together, the two reports frustrated attempts to arrive at a clean moral conclusion. Wilson had violated no protocol in his deadly interaction with Brown, yet he was part of a corrupt and racist system.”
That is the backdrop against which Wilson’s comments in the article must stand.
Wilson and his attorneys must have made the calculation that a profile would humanize and rehabilitate him in some way, that the image that emerged of an isolated man being rebuffed by reticent police forces and barraged by threats would be empathetic and restorative. That effort, it seems to me, has backfired.
There is a calculated coldness, a willful obliviousness, a penchant for sweeping racial generalization that is unflattering, if not repugnant, in Wilson’s words.
Wilson admits that he hasn’t read the Justice Department report of systemic racism in Ferguson. (“I don’t have any desire,” he said. “I’m not going to keep living in the past about what Ferguson did. It’s out of my control.”) He also doesn’t seem to recognize or value Brown’s personhood. (“Do I think about who he was as a person? Not really, because it doesn’t matter at this point. Do I think he had the best upbringing? No. Not at all.”)
But to me, the most fascinating part of the interview was the portion where Wilson makes the false claim others often make: that the present is divorced from the past.
“People who experienced that, and were mistreated, have a legitimate claim,” he told me. “Other people don’t.” I asked him if he thought that young people in North County and elsewhere used this legacy as an excuse. “I think so,” he replied.
“I am really simple in the way that I look at life,” Wilson said. “What happened to my great-grandfather is not happening to me. I can’t base my actions off what happened to him.” Wilson said that police officers didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on the past. “We can’t fix in thirty minutes what happened thirty years ago,” he said. “We have to fix what’s happening now. That’s my job as a police officer. I’m not going to delve into people’s life-long history and figure out why they’re feeling a certain way, in a certain moment.” He added, “I’m not a psychologist.”
Ah, this is exactly why structural racism is so resilient: detachment. It requires a faith in individualism separate from systems and history, a faith in a lie. Both Wilson and Brown were operating in a cultural context informed by more than their own actions — it was born long before they were, it is ingrained, it is institutional, it is not only racially aware but racially conceived.
Nothing occurring in America can be divorced from America, the whole of America as it now exists and came to exist. Our present culture rests on historical context.
Yet this false detachment and distancing is what makes the predation of structural racism so perfect: It is an edifice without a single, maleficent architect or even a council thereof. It grows out of collective desire to perform a collective deed. It isn’t so much conscious brainchild as subliminal mind meld.
It is like the hive. No single bee need be aware of the hive’s entirety or its enormity. Just doing one seemingly innocuous task contributes to the whole. In fact, you needn’t participate at all to reap the benefits of the system.
It is as exquisite as it is insidious. It can also be deadly.
At another point, Wilson talks about the disproportionately black towns in what is called “North County” — where he chose to work, by the way, for career advancement reasons — as a kind of culturally degenerate morass. He is quoted as saying in the article of the citizens there: “They’re so wrapped up in a different culture than — what I’m trying to say is, the right culture, the better one to pick from.”
Here is the exchange with the author that follows:
This sounded like racial code language. I pressed him: what did he mean by “a different culture”? Wilson struggled to respond. He said that he meant “pre-gang culture, where you are just running in the streets—not worried about working in the morning, just worried about your immediate gratification.” He added, “It is the same younger culture that is everywhere in the inner cities.”
Wilson speaks of these communities as riddled with pathology rather than ravaged by poverty and, again, as if history, design and systemic racial oppressions like the ones described in the second Justice Department report play no role.
The station from which we start in the world is not arbitrarily assigned by birth lottery but preordained by legacy. Our lives are built upon past lives, those of parents and ancestors. Our access and mobility are enabled or restricted by structures, both young and ancient. I maintain that there is valor in effort, that trying to overcome is indeed a form of overcoming, that holding fast to hope in a world that would strip one naked of it is itself a herculean effort and a moral victory.
Yet I refuse to allow my abiding self-determinism to blind me to systems designed and built on devaluation and destruction. I know as others do the frustration and fatigue of swimming against a current rather than being carried by it. There are realities that must not be ignored or minimized.
Wilson’s interview doesn’t make him appear more human. It reaffirms the degree to which the American mind can seek to divest others of humanity, and it lays bare how historical illiteracy and incuriousness creates the comfortable distance on which pernicious structural racism relies.
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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Dreams and Sufferings

Tonight Bob said some nice things to me that were quite touching to hear. That proved he was not insensitive or stupid. 

Regarding my frank manner of speaking, that might not come across as sophisticated or civilized or refined, but I believed in unadorned way of expressing myself. To thy own self be true, as Shakespeare once said in Hamlet.

Compared to many other Vietnamese, I might not come across polished, but I am no scum of the earth. 
 
I dreamed of my first girlfriend the other night. That was almost 10 years since I last dreamed of her. 20-48 years ago, I used to dream of her at least twice a month. Like almost every dream I had of her, the dream of the other night was sad. I woke up right away and I felt sad, but not depressed. 

Love was short but suffering could last the lifetime. I was a very slow learner about the human soul. I suppose I've been kind to Bob because he needs my company. He is suicidal and he needs a friend like me to hang onto life, somebody who cares about him. When I was in the depths of my sufferings, nobody cared, nobody wanted to listen to my tales of woe. If took a supreme effort on my part to pull myself up and find a will to live. 

There must be a reason to live, a meaning for our existence. To give up is easy. To fight against depression requires an understanding of how the brain works, of which I am quite knowledgeable. 

Best wishes