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Vung Tau, 2019

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I’m renting a hotel room in Vung Tau for $130 a month. For just $22 more, I could have had an air conditioner, but I don’t need it. Even the electric fan is often turned off.

I have a TV, which I don’t watch. I’ve always preferred silence.

I’m two minutes away from Mulberry Beach, the least popular in Vung Tau, so often, I find myself swimming alone, or with just a handful of others. Just offshore, there are small fishing boats and freight ships. A fisherman may float on just a woven basket, or paddle his tiny rowboat with his feet. Standing in shallows, bronzed men cast nylon nets. Onshore, there are restaurants and hotels, mostly modest if not shabby, but still clean. Five-star hotels and loud discos are on the other side of the island. Around Mulberry Beach, four factory girls from Saigon can share a $8.63 room, so that’s their weekend getaway.

The slimmest walleted can even rent just a hammock for the night. You’ll share a large room with a number of snoring, belching and farting bodies, and while that’s not such a big deal, there’s also a damnable rooster that will start to crow at just after 2AM, and he’ll keep it up episodically until well after dawn. Sleep well!

During the boat people era, corpses routinely washed up on Vung Tau beaches, for it was near suicide to escape on an unseaworthy vessel, but such was their desperation. Though every local past a certain age remembers this horror, it’s recorded in no history book, so what else is new?

During the Vietnam War, 61,000 Australian troops were stationed in Vung Tau altogether, and many have returned to live out their last days, for just like half a century ago, they can still get plenty of sun, sea, sand and, well, a young pussy, though they might have to marry her now. Together, they can start a business. All over Vung Tau, you can see bars and restaurants that are clearly envisioned and even named by a Westerner. There’s Billabong, Down Under, Bearded Clam, Ned Kelly and The Office-The Way Work Was Meant to Be, etc.

The main hub for Aussies and Kiwis is Belly’s Watering Hole. With its large, airy space filled with comfortably spaced tables, it resembles a community center, and there’s even a library. Its 200 or so books are mostly garbage, however, with volumes by Ian Irvine, Sandra Brown, Lisa Unger, Scott Sigler and Alex Palmer, etc. Opening at 7AM, it’s patronized mostly by older white men who, more often than not, sit alone, to space out, listen to music with headphones, play computer games, read or eat in silence. They just want to wind down in peace.

All the waitresses are pretty, young women who must also speak enough English to understand what the fuck these old farts are saying. Bantering, though, is mostly out of reach.

Bald and pot-bellied Strayan, “Where’s Douglas?”

Viet Lolita, “He go bee.”

“He went to the ladies’ room?”

“He go bee.”

This raises an obvious question. If those two, say, get married, what can they possibly talk about before sleep? Even with a relationship built on humping, fellatio and cornholing, you must still chatter with your partner before and afterwards, and all day long too, for language is at the heart of all human interactions. A constantly compromised, frustrated and degraded dialogue must mess up an already suspect emotional bond.

Leaving Belly’s one day, I stumbled upon Century Fish and Chips, with two white guys sitting at the front.

“Is the fish and chips here any good?” I asked them.

“It’s all right.”



“And you too?” I asked the second man.


“He’s not from Chicago!” the first guy interjected. “He’s from some dumb place in Illinois!”

“And where are you from?”

“DC. And you?”

“Philly. I lived there for about 30 years.”


“Hey, it’s good to hear an American accent. All you hear around here is Australian!”

“He’s Australian,” the first guy nodded towards a balding, white mustachioed man sporting an earring, elaborate biceps tattoos, blue dress shirt with cut off sleeves and plaid shorts. “He just got married. Yesterday!”


His Vietnamese wife was maybe 30 years younger, and together, they owned this just-opened restaurant. The slim lady had her hair cut short and dyed blonde. She had been married for 14 years to an abusive Vietnamese, she later told me.

In every country, there are bad husbands who cheat, scream, drink too much or can’t bring home the carbohydrates, but in Vietnam, there’s also the added hell of wife-beating or a tyrannical mother-in-law, who often lives in the same house. Though “mẹ chồng, nàng dâu” simply means “husband’s mother, daughter-in-law,” it connotes the all-too-familiar abuse of the younger woman by the hag.

Often, the fury also has veto power over her son’s choice of a wife. One evening by the sea, I met a balut vendor who said she couldn’t marry the man she loved because of objections from both their families.

To cheer her up, I offered, “I’m only in Vung Tau because I just had a huge, violent fight with my mother-in-law. The old lady threatened to stab me more than ten times!”

She laughed. I laughed. It’s good to make people laugh.

It pains me very much to write this, because it involves a hurting toddler, my 2-year-old nephew, Suki. My mother-in-law has been abusing the poor child psychologically and even physically, for as long as I’ve been able to observe them together, which is nearly his entire life.

I witnessed a six-month-old Suki routinely overfed, so that he would often vomit. I saw the old woman press down the screaming child for half an hour at a time, to force feed her gross concoction into his mouth. When he spat this out in terror and pain, the old woman would rage and scream.

I’ve heard her say to Suki, “I’ll break your leg,” “I’ll tie you up with a rope” and “I’ll beat your mother to death,” which is the Vietnamese way of saying, “I’ll beat the living fuck out of you.”

Once, the old lady hit Suki on the ear in the presence of his mother, May.

May, “Don’t do that, mom. You’ll make him deaf!”

Old lady, “Let him be deaf!”

Why would anyone talk this way to a child, and why is she so angry?


My mother-in-law’s first husband was an ARVN captain who spent 13 years in a Communist reeducation camp. With her husband jailed indefinitely, she fled to her father-in-law in Can Tho, but he refused to accept her and her two young children into his household. Back in Saigon, the Communists then confiscated without warnings her stalls at Binh Tay Market, so there went her income. Desperate, she married a hickish and vapid Chinese, Sen, from way down the coast, who was already married and with a son, it turned out, not that Sen cared about them. Still doesn’t.

With Sen, she had a daughter, May, but then he cheated on her, with a fat and ugly Chinese in Cho Lon. Sharing the same language and culture, they could become genuine intimates. Even after she went blind and became an invalid, he stayed with her, until death. Despairing, my mother-in-law tried to hang herself, but botched her entry into a permanent hell. Though she and Sen stopped sleeping together, they have continued to share the same roof.

Those who’ve read my novel, Love Like Hate, would have recognized many of these details, so now you know, Kim Lan is based on my mother-in-law.

Although the lady has every reason to be deranged, she has no rights to abuse any child, but why doesn’t May intervene, and where is his dad?

In Love Like Hate, Kim Lan is also married to a Chinese Sen, and this chess playing man wants their daughter, Hoa, to wed a much older Taiwanese who’s missing a hand. Hoa is partially based on May, and the Taiwanese also exists in real life.

Although I’ve sometimes been accused of making everything up, I paint just about everything from life, so that even my fiction is barely fictional. I’m inspired by what Thomas Hart Benton said, “Every detail of every picture is a thing I myself have seen and known. Every head is a real person drawn from life.”

The fictional Hoa has much more integrity than the real life May, however. She believes in love and rebels against tyrannical family pressures. In real life, May did shack up with the one-handed Taiwanese for nearly five years, all for money, and she’s reeled in a few other foreigners as well, with the full support of her mother.

While May pleasured the Taiwanese at his apartment, the old lady cooked and did the laundry for him at home, so several times a day, food and clothing must be shuttled back a forth, a task assigned to her oldest son. Three Vietnamese, then, lived only to service one Taiwanese, but of course, he tipped them well.

In May’s presence, the Taiwanese boasted to me twenty years ago, “I’ve slept with over one hundred Vietnamese whores,” so May was just one more, except that she’s really a “rented girl” [“gái bao”], which was actually worse, for she had to be a loving whore all day long, year after year, without the time and space to regain herself. A mere whore can drop her act, go home, relax and fuck her real choice.

Dumbshits may think a whore’s main task is cock sucking, and while that should never be discounted, it’s her drama skill that’s essential and most developed, for she must act sweet and inviting to all comers, no matter how repulsive she may find any banger, or how she felt at that moment.

Speaking of bangers, I’ve already found two places in Vung Tau that serve smashing bangers and mash, for both VBF and Offshore Bar were owned by Brits. Though those two have left, their Vietnamese cooks still know how to dish up authentic English classics. At Offshore, I just had a heartening Sunday roast, complete with roasted potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and cauliflower cheese.

We’ll get back to Suki’s terrible dilemma, but I need a brief break from what is too painful a scenario. I’m typing this in Offshore. Just a moment ago, there was an eruption of English, mostly pidgin. As an old Aussie paid his tab, the barmaid rejected his money, for his 500,000 dong bill was too beat up.

“Maybe it’s fake money,” he laughed.

“No fake. Old. You change.”

“Maybe they’ll put me in the monkey cage for this!”

“Tiger cage,” I corrected him, referring to the infamous prison on Côn Đảo, in the same province as Vung Tau.

“Yeah, that’s right, tiger cage!” He laughed and showed me the rejected bill.

“Look at this,” I said, “it’s clearly fake and you’ve defaced Ho Chi Minh’s face, too! That’s an even more serious crime. You’re fucked!”

“I better tear it up!”

“No, you better run to the airport,” and for a second, the old dude stopped laughing, with images of Midnight Express, probably, running through his cobwebbed mind.

During the Vietnam War, the Aussies ran a prisoner of war camp in Dirt Mountain [Núi Đất], near Vung Tau. It had a sign, “NUI DAT REST CENTRE / BED BREAKFAST / BODYGUARDS / RUNNING WATER.”

Suki is also a prisoner, I’m afraid, and also of the Vietnam War, if only indirectly. I tried to intervene as delicately or forcefully as I could. Repeatedly, I talked to the old lady, May and the child’s father, Quan, who was also my boss at the plastic recycling plant in Ea Kly. Whenever in Saigon, I tried to spend as much time as possible with Suki, for each second in my presence meant one less second with his psycho grandma. Lying on the hammock, she scowled while staring at FaceBook, and only lifted her head to glower at the world. Together, Suki and I escaped this madhouse to go for long walks through alleys, or spend a couple hours in a nearby amusement park or shopping mall. At home, I played toy cars with this wonderful child.


I taught Suki many new words: crab, shrimp, fish, stingray, dolphin, pig, cow, horse, deer, duck, chicken, dragon, temple, church, banana, durian, rambutan, mushroom, grape, apple, orange, red, yellow, blue, white, gray, green, purple, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, car, truck, bus, bicycle, motorbike, etc., and he loved each new word, for he was super eager to learn. With a surprisingly low voice, he would roar, “Craaaab!” and never tired at looking at crabs at any market. He was fascinated by cement mixers, and one of his first fully formed sentences was, “It spins around and around!”

At home, his grandma only made him fold his arms, bow and say, “Yes” or “Sorry, grandma.” How can any two-year-old be guilty of so many transgressions that he must constantly apologize to his tormentor? She didn’t want to teach him anything but abject submission, to her.

She also encourages Suki to hit people, starting with his nanny. Handing him the feather duster, the old lady would say, “I give you this so you can hit her, all right?” Once she urged Suki to hit his own dad. All this I saw being in that house part time, for I lived primarily in Ea Kly.

With the handle of the feather duster, she also hits Suki whenever she feels like, for it’s an adequate weapon to war against a terrified infant. It was one such strike that triggered our final blow up. From the crazed woman, Suki learnt “feather duster,” as a word with terrible implications.

Walking into a room where there were just the nanny, me and Suki, she angrily snarled, “Who teased you?”

“No one teased him, mother,” I answered.

“Whoever teases you, I’ll beat him to death!”

“Don’t talk so violently in front of Suki, mother.”

“But I must teach him. You’re always interfering!”

It’s not senility that has made her like this. She’s always been verbally violent. Twenty years ago, I heard her scream at a domestic servant for nearly three hours, but with brief interruptions, of course, so she could catch her breath and refuel her rage.

Suki is a sensitive and intelligent child, and actually looks out for your needs. I’ll give you but two examples, out of so many. Once at a shopping mall playground, he soiled his diaper, so I took him to the men’s room. Changing his diaper, I was briskly efficient, to get him back to his fun as quickly as possible.

“There, Suki, you’re all clean!”

As I picked up Suki to carry him back to the playground, he asked, “Have you peed yet, papa Linh?” And this from a child who was just starting to talk.

One afternoon, I met a friend for lunch, but the food was too spicy for a toddler, so Suki didn’t get any, but as we were eating, Suki said, “Let me spoon-feed [đút],” and with that, he grabbed the spoon from my hand and spoon-fed me.

Startled, my friend took out his phone to record the unusual spectacle of a two-year-old feeding an old man.

Strangers everywhere brighten when they see him. As we walked through a dark alley one evening, a stranger called from her third floor balcony, “Hello, my child!” We looked up to see an old woman, smiling brightly. “What a lovely child. I just want to wish you good night, my child.”

Suki loves to look at the moon, and it was one of the first word he learnt. “There’s the moon!” he would shout, night or day. When the was no moon, Suki would explain, “Clouds are covering it.” Now, how can you possibly not see how special this child is, and yell at him so much to make him cry or tremble?

Years before marrying me, my wife was engaged to a Vietnamese-Canadian, but changed her mind. When she called off the wedding, the old lady went berserk and yelled at her for several years, until my wife popped an entire bottle of pills. At the hospital, they pumped her stomach and saved her miserable life.

Since Offshore Bar is vast, I’d move from table to table, or just walk all over.

Barmaid, “Why are you so sad, brother?”

“I’m not sad, I’m sick of life. There’s a difference!”

She laughed. It’s good to make anyone laugh, but then Vietnamese will laugh at just about anything. A century ago, the great scholar Pham Quynh complained about this.

In one of Offshore’s pool rooms, there are three painting reproductions, da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon and David’s Napoleon Crossing the Alps. This heroic image of an imperial white man on a fiery steed is super popular across Vietnam, and I’ve seen it in a private living room, in miniature on an ostentatious gate and on the facade of a four-star hotel, etc.

The Taiwanese actually proposed to May, but she said no, for she wanted to go to the US, not Taiwan, so they kept screwing, until he got a bit tired of it, inevitably. Needing fresh sensations, he bedded a few others, for young and desperate pussies were all over. Dude hardly had to look. These predator pussies tracked him down, clamped their soft, wet maws over his defenseless meat, as he tried to fend them off with one pitiful, feckless hand. When May caught him, they fought, but as a rented girl, she had no leverage, really. After nearly five years together, they split, but it was no loss to May, for she got hers, all right, and so did the old lady.

For a century, America has relentlessly advertised itself as the richest, coolest and sexiest promised land ever, so of course, billions want to swarm in, for to be washed up on its shore would be the culmination of their lives and solve all their problems. It’s like an incel craving to shove in it for the very first time, so you haven’t been fucked, you strafed or napalmed jungle bunny of color, until you’ve been loved by the lovely United States of America!


With the Taiwanese out of the way, May could begin her search for an American sucker in earnest, but every other Vietnamese slut was doing the same, so she couldn’t reel in any. To improve her chances, she studied English extra hard, though not hard enough to, say, read this article. My in-laws shun all texts longer than menu items or FaceBook babbling. Words, to them, are just annoying thickets.

Online, May finally found her match, some lonely dude in Illinois named Monty.

It should be obvious that no man would look across the globe for a lifemate he couldn’t really talk to unless he’s completely unwanted in his own society. Flirting in retarded English and likely flashing, May lured this chronic masturbator to Vietnam, and Monty dug what May had, up to three times a night, so decided to marry her.

Donning the traditional Vietnamese headband and tunic, Monty marched down May’s alley to her house, past two rows of male and female greeters, plus a throng of curious onlookers. Inside, he offered her parents’ cups of rice wine and bow three times to the family altar. Monty and May also made a romantic wedding video that’s filled with the most earnest love songs, starting with Ave Maria, “You by my side, that’s how I see us!”

There’s also “Because I Love You” by Shakin Stevens, “If I got down on my knees and I pleaded with you / If I crossed a million oceans just to be with you / Would you ever let me down?” Monty did cross half a continent and the world’s largest ocean, only to be spun around and around by a young broad with a jaded mind, heart and pussy, but hey, dude got his licks in. Monty chose all these songs, obviously. May couldn’t follow the lyrics.

Wedding over, Monty went back to his double wide abutting a cornfield, to wait for May’s arrival, but she never came, for she was finally introduced to the term “trailer trash.” She investigated what it meant and brooded over it. Hell no, I ain’t going there!

Although May decided Monty was a no-go, she and the old lady thought they could just come to Illinois for a quick look, see America, you know, then find an excuse to go home. How can you pass up a chance to glimpse the most magnificent place on earth ever?

When I heard of this idiotic plan, I said to my wife, “If they try to pull that stunt, Monty’s going to shoot them both! He thinks he has a real wife, you know, and he has relatives who can’t wait to meet her. You can’t use people like that!” Since May and the old lady never boarded that plane, I may have saved their lives.

Monty ditched, May had to stalk anew, and it took a while before she managed to snag some Vietnamese-American, a disturbed man she nicknamed “Black Pig.” Once more, there’s an elaborate wedding, with his parents and relatives arriving from the US, but this marriage didn’t even survive the honeymoon. In Thailand, Black Pig fought with May and grabbed her arm so hard, it left a nasty bruise, forcing her to wear long sleeves for the rest of the trip. Black Pig also picked a fight with my wife. From Black Pig’s own sister, May discovered he had been arrested in the US for throwing a woman into a swimming pool, so this Romeo, too, was out.

Now what? All too soon, May celebrated her 35th birthday, and not in New York, Florida or California, say, but Saigon’s District 6, where she had spent her entire life. Nothing had gone according to plans. Her biological clock was also ticking, not that May gave a shit about being a mother.

Three years ago, Quan showed up. A competent businessman with simple taste and no vices, he’s also tall, soft spoken and reverent towards his elders, so May lassoed him. Together, they’ve already had two kids, Suki and his little brother, but there’s no marriage certificate or wedding, so what’s the deal?

Seeing how much I loved Suki, May suggested that I formally adopted him about a year ago. Odd, I thought. Declining, I explained that Suki would be hurt knowing his own mom had abandoned him, but a few months later, May offered Suki to me again, so what’s up? Each time, she did it indirectly through my wife, I should clarify. Why would Quan consent to this? I immediately thought the first time.

Only in Vung Tau, with enough time to think about this, have I figured it all out. May wants me to adopt Suki so I can take him to the US, and when he’s old enough, he can bring her there also. May hasn’t given up her American dream. Without a marriage certificate, Quan has no rights to the child, so won’t be able to prevent this. He’s only used as a breeder, in short, or am I being too cynical?

With Quan having no legal rights to his kids, May can still marry an American, one who doesn’t mind having two stepsons, or she can pay for a fake marriage, and the going rate is at least $40,000. This process is complicated, however, for one must convince US Immigration that the marriage is for real, through several steps lasting years, and if you’re rejected, well, back to Ho Chi Minh City you go!

With May, one can’t be cynical enough, for she’s always scheming, and Quan is too much of a doofus to realize this. Quan was already 40 when he met her, and it’s weird for any Vietnamese man of that age to have never been married, and this guy even had cash. Like many other semi successful businessmen, Quan’s too smug and thinks he knows everything, but this conceit may cost him dearly, including access to his own kids. Quan’s a simpleton.

Before I left Saigon, I called him, “Quan, we must talk, man to man. It’s very important. Come to that grilled beef place as soon as you can. I’m already there.”


From me that afternoon, Quan found out that his “wife” had already been married twice, with neither out of love, and that she was a rented girl to an old Taiwanese for five years, and that his “mother-in-law” was not this kindly old lady with Confucian values, but a calculating woman who allowed her beloved 20-year-old daughter to have sex for money. All this I said so Quan knew exactly who he was dealing with.

“If you make a billion dollars and have a hundred factories, Quan, you’ll still be a complete failure if you fail to protect Suki now,” I said. “No child should feel unsafe in his own house. The other day, when I carried him home after a walk, he simply looked dejected, he didn’t want to go home, so I asked, ‘What are you afraid of?’ I know Suki and his moods. He was afraid to go home because of the crazed woman.

“Before he was even one-year-old, I taught him to pay at the café, and he did it eagerly, happily. Now he won’t do it and won’t look people in the eyes. Neighbors who know him well now ask me, ‘What’s wrong with Suki?’ He’s screamed at so much, he’s afraid to engage people.

“A father’s most sacred duty is to protect his child, Quan. Two weeks ago, when the mad woman was again screaming at Suki, I said, ‘Mother, I can’t take this anymore, so I’ll leave this house for good tomorrow morning. You can kill him tomorrow if you want, but spare him for tonight at least, so I can play with Suki one last time?’ I was just trying to get Suki away from the crazed woman, but why should anyone have to say that? And why should any child have to put up with such psychological torment? Suki was trembling. You know what the mad woman said? She said, ‘Leave this house if you want, but I must teach this kid! Otherwise, people will laugh at him.’”

No one is laughing at Suki, idiot, but only you, for benefiting from your daughter’s cunt for sale.

That night, I took Suki to my room and tried to cheer him up, but he merely lay in the corner, like a wounded dog, in silence. Next evening, Suki teared up when I carried him into the living room, for the previous day’s trauma was still fresh.

When there’s nothing on the line, Quan would gush to Suki, “Oh, you’re my piece of gold,” a Vietnamese term of endearment, but when his child needed him the most, this man would stand in silence as the old woman screamed at Suki. Understandably, the two-year-old is already showing contempt to his own dad, for he’s often stone faced when addressed by Quan. “He won’t talk to me,” Quan has complained to me several times.

Suki’s real name is Thiên Ân, meaning God’s Gift, so this radiant, celestial child has been sent here to teach May and the old lady how to be kind, attentive and reverent, but it clearly hasn’t worked. May and the old lady seem too damaged to be fixed. Yes, they buy Suki expensive clothes, but these are not meant to please the child, but flaunt their relative wealth. It’s all about appearance. Likewise, May loves to snap cute photos of Suki, some with ridiculous sunglasses, to post on FaceBook, but she won’t cook one meal for her son. She doesn’t know how and won’t learn.

Is this depressing or what? My heart tightens. To lift the gloom a bit, I wander to the bar to chatter with Ron, a 53-year-old Filipino who’s been in Vietnam just five months. Though Ron didn’t know a bloody mary from a martini, he was immediately hired as a bartender here, thanks to his barely adequate English.

Like me, Ron also has family troubles. After 25 years of marriage, Ron has separated from his wife, and that’s why he’s in Vung Tau.

“So you and I are, like, the same,” I laugh. “We’re both adrift.”


“I’ve never been to the Philippines, Ron, but I must go. Maybe I can go to Baguio and become a bartender, just like you here!”

Ron laughs, though his gentle face is still shrouded by worries. He’s removed from his two kids.

It is another day, and I’m in the ocean, alone, just after dawn. Facing the shore, I can see a huge madonna hoisting up a baby Jesus, with his arms outstretched, a happy infant. It’s one of several gigantic religious statues on this island.

“If I could cry, I’d cry,” I think of Stanley Kunitz’ line, “but I’m too old to be anybody’s child,” then I start to pray, not to Jesus or Buddha, but simply Sky, the traditional Vietnamese word for God, “Sky, please protect Suki. Please protect him, please. Please protect Suki.”

Floating, I turn to face the ocean, and though I try very hard to will it into being, no corpse of a crazed woman float into view, with her skin greenish black from blistering and much of her face bitten off by some innocent fish, but it is not entirely hopeless. The old woman is in terrible health and should die soon. Suki will have a tranquil childhood, I pray.

Suki, angelic child, you deserve so much better than to be in that madhouse, and I’m deeply sorry I couldn’t do anymore. Please forgive me. I tried my best. I’m very sorry.

When your grandma is finally gone, I’ll be in your life again. No one will stop me. Papa Linh will return soon.

Linh Dinh’s latest book is Postcards from the End of America. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog.

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  1. Jim Smith says:

    Jesus, Linh. Do some more reflecting. You know what you must do. Two things. First, don’t die, even if you want to. Why? Because Suki needs you. Second, you must become an epic astral hero: You must endure the presence of the she-devil. In order to protect and uplift Suki. My father was abused by his parents. He cleaved to his maternal grandfather, staying away from his parents as much as possible. His grandfather protected and uplifted him. Helped him survive…become an adult. You can do that. Perhaps at great difficulty. But so? Do it anyway. Your wife will approve, and help.

    • Agree: Kolya Krassotkin
    • Replies: @Poupon Marx
  2. Damn Linh, this one hit hard, even compared to your other work. I have a niece and two nephews, none older than 3, and am fortunate to get a lot of time with them, and I can’t imagine the torture it is to try and help a defenseless child you love dearly. You’ve got a great heart and it seems that your path was to go to Vietnam and help that poor child, and I hope some possibility or hope remains for that to happen. I do not have the slightest idea about the workings of the Vietnamese legal system or custody laws, but if some funds were required to hire a lawyer or some other person who can help out with this situation, then I would be honored to donate to the cause. I’m sure some other Unz readers who also love your work would be willing to as well.

    • Replies: @RadicalCenter
  3. wouldn’t kindergarten be a good possibilities for this boy? His mother and grandmother could be persuaded when you point it out to them that he could get the (pre-school) education which helps him to get to USA later, that it could also be used to show neighbors how rich you are and, on top, that you would not have to look after him for that time. You could choose some institution which offers as many hours per day as possible. So for that time at least the boy would be safe. The father could also be persuaded because probably giving money is the only thing he can do for his son at least.

    • Agree: RadicalCenter
  4. gT says:

    Having read this article first on VT, my first thought was, good, now the vets can stop carrying on about their PTSD and bumping themselves off because now they can see that even little kids have a hard time.

    But now I see that this old lady is a real witch. Shit. Adopt the kid Linh.

    • Replies: @Linh Dinh
  5. ‘… A constantly compromised, frustrated and degraded dialogue…’

    ? Aren’t most marriages like that?

    Hell, sounds like life in general.

    • Replies: @druid55
  6. ‘… How can any two-year-old be guilty of so many transgressions…’

    Obviously, you never met Genghis Boy, aka ‘Attila the Boy.’

    Full name Boy Stoppit.

  7. please help that poor child herr Lihn.

  8. Linh Dinh says: • Website

    I cannot adopt the child. His father won’t allow it. The adoption plan is only May’s scheme to bring him to the US eventually, and not any time soon. May won’t allow the adoption to happen now because it would force a showdown with Quan, a conflict she doesn’t want at the moment. The woman has it all planned out. Those suggestions were only feelers, to see my reaction. She’s so scheming that she would pull the adoption stunt behind Quan’s back, but I would not want to collude with her in deceiving him.

  9. RJJCDA says:

    Ah, spent 18 months in Vungtau as a civilian contractor late 60s. Wonderful memories. Remember two hotels: Grand and Pacific, as they were called then.

  10. @Linh Dinh

    The love that you have for him is so very evident here, I think you need him just as much as he needs you. Best of luck to you both. Hopefully some of your gift of language will rub off on him and it sounds like it already has begun to.

  11. swamped says:

    “Since May and the old lady never boarded that plane, I may have saved their lives”…but why do that if you “try very hard to will.. into being [the] corpse of a crazed woman…. with her skin greenish black from blistering and much of her face bitten off by some innocent fish.” Save her life only to wish her an even more ghoulish fate? Equally crazed American feminists, no doubt, would find a way to turn her into the innocent victim of this whole sad story either way.
    Don’t know how much of this is true but there must be a soap opera company somewhere that could use it for a script. Or maybe a smut company if there’s a guy in it that “dug what May had, up to three times[!] a night”. It’s also a little (a lot) out of the ordinary that an infant under one year old could learn “to pay at the café”. But if the poor tyke is such a prodigy maybe he should be gifted a soccer ball, so he could learn to dribble as soon as he learns to run, and get his mind, at least a little, off his woeful plight. And then, even if he doesn’t get signed by some European club at an early age, to escape his hellish existence; he’ll at least be able to kick his wicked granny’s shins with his boots to keep her at bay. But if nothing else, he won’t have to look forward to those hellacious Tiger Cages anymore.

  12. Dumbo says:

    A poignant story. I still think Linh and his wife could adopt the child, since the biological father also doesn’t seem to care too much about him, or he would stop the abuse.

    I never thought of marrying an Asian woman, but I know some white men who did, and later regretted it because of the domineering Asian mother-in-law. (I wonder how Mr. Derbyshire gets along with his.)

    • Replies: @nymom
    , @WHAT
  13. nymom says:

    Very sad story. I think you should adopt your nephew even if it is behind his father’s back…

    Your wife can become his guardian if something happens to you.

    Anyway, best of luck, whatever you ultimately decide.

    Love from the USA…

    • Replies: @RadicalCenter
  14. @hangthelobbyists

    In all seriousness, if the parents are abusing this innocent defenseless little boy that badly, what is wrong with physically threatening these scumbags? That is often all that bullies understand. A group of men confronting the parents and putting them up against a wall, telling them, “whatever you do to him, we will do to you the times over. Pick on someone your own size and put your fucking hands up for a fight, NOW.” Not a joke and not empty rhetoric. It needs to be done to protect this boy.

    My own father, whom I did love dearly and whom I do miss now that he has died, needed that same treatment himself before he would stop beating the Hell out of my mother and tormenting and mocking her. As I grew taller and stronger, the only son they have, I told him in no uncertain terms that if I wasn’t yet strong enough to take him in face to face, I would bash his fucking skull in with a baseball bat as he sleeps if he did not stop beating my mother (who was nearly a foot shorter than he, the tough guy). He believed me, and he was wise to do so. She finally got some relief, and he still needed to be reminded, “I’m only getting bigger and bigger and angrier, I will never forget what you have done to her.”

    This is not a good-faith argument over the permissible use of spanking. This is physical and psychological abuse and noting else. The boy’s parents need to lose some teeth and acquire a few bruises. If they don’t stop, they need to disappear, and it shouldn’t be pleasant or quick.

    • Agree: DerKommentator, TKK
  15. @nymom

    The father doesn’t deserve the title of father. Men who abuse children or let people abuse their own children, are not real men. So, hurt him, deceive him, do whatever you have to do to save this boy. This is heartbreaking.

    • Agree: DerKommentator
  16. gT says:
    @Linh Dinh

    Females, power just goes to their heads, then they go off their head; any little bit of power does it, even if its just over a little kid. I’ve seen mothers withhold access to the kids from the grandparents, just because they could. Then the same female went and had mental issues and then we were supposed to feel sorry for her. The other one bumped herself off, leaving her kids motherless, and she was a bomb, had all the nips and tucks and enhancements perfectly done and wore non-slutty but really yummy mummy clothing which caused men to crash into walls when she casually walked past.

    My ex boss (female) recently resigned under a cloud of suspicion, she drove 7 of my colleagues from the company, my turn was probably next, but luckily she resigned before I did. Whomever she works with next is not going to know what hit them.

    • Replies: @DerKommentator
  17. utu says:

    Child abuse common in Vietnam
    The results showed that child abuse is more prevalent in Vietnam than in the Netherlands. This was particularly true for emotional abuse (31.8 percent versus 8.5 percent), neglect (25 percent versus 4 percent) and physical abuse (19 percent versus 7 percent). Only reported sexual abuse was lower in Vietnam than in the Netherlands (2.6 percent versus 5.8 percent).

    Child Maltreatment in Vietnam: Prevalence and Cross-Cultural Comparison

    ‘Shame and pain’: Vietnam starts to grapple with child abuse epidemic

    • Replies: @Colin Wright
    , @Anonymous
  18. Linh, your compassion and charity towards Suki are commendable; you may well be the only human being Suki has ever met who really cared about him. I felt myself bubble with outrage as you described Suki’s psychopathic grandmother.

    I never wish death on others, but given Suki’s situation, it may be better for his grandmother to die ASAP so that he’ll be freed from her tormenting of him. At 2, he’s still young enough to forget what’s happening, but if the old woman lives a few more years, he’ll remember this garbage he’s unfairly getting for life, and the damage may take years to undo – if it does get undone.

    You had more restraint than I would have had.

    • Replies: @TKK
  19. @gT

    My ex boss (female) recently resigned under a cloud of suspicion, she drove 7 of my colleagues from the company, my turn was probably next, but luckily she resigned before I did. Whomever she works with next is not going to know what hit them.

    I’ve seen such women. They don’t last long in whatever jobs they end up in because however skilled or smart or credentialed they may be, their antics eventually upset and then drive crazy both clients and colleagues. Glad you weren’t driven out of the company.

  20. @RadicalCenter

    You’re a good son – kudos to you for defending your mother.

    • Replies: @RadicalCenter
  21. Hornet says:

    No advice for you LD. That is a tough one, though. I don’t have much insight into the cultural/family context that limits your maneuvering room but if you’re not able to stop things outright your continued presence could be a lifeline for him. I don’t know, in addition to that maybe piss off the old hag to the extent she gets a stroke? Could backfire if you’re not always around though.

    Anyways, sincerely sending prayers your way, for what that’s worth.

  22. Anon[279] • Disclaimer says:

    What horrible people and what a horrible country. You could say it’s because they have a hard life, but the hard life is entirely of their own making, for choosing to live the way they live, and treat people the way they treat one another. The only people worse than Vietnamese are the subcons. I have no desire to ever visit Asia.

    If we were wise, we’d ban all further immigration from Asia, and send all those already here packing. This is not the kind of diversity that will enrich us. F the Jews and their puppets for forcing these people on us.

  23. @DerKommentator

    Thank you so much. I’ve done much wrong in my life and haven’t even always accorded her the respect she deserves. But that at least I did for her, my sweet Mother who never let me down and trie to preserve a sense of love and hope and notmakcy for me through her hellish home life — and I’ve never regretted it.

    Rest In Peace, Dad, you never could find peace while you were alive and we always wanted it for you so desperately.

    • Replies: @DerKommentator
  24. @Anon

    Ironically, although my own wife is Asian and I am lucky to have someone of her character and loving, reasonable, kind, trustworthy nature, we both tend to share your fairly dim view of Asian cultures and the impact that mass Asian immigration is having on American culture.

    • Replies: @Dumbo
  25. Dumbo says:

    They are not all bad. I think the main problem of all Asians (maybe excepting the Japanese) is their treatment of animals and children. They are much more colder and less caring with them, as a rule. Remember that video of the little kid in China being run over and no one caring to even check on him. Or the way they eat animals alive. A strange culture, in this sense, for Western tastes.

    • Replies: @foolisholdman
  26. WHAT says:

    Derbyshire is a eunuch, castrated by his own wife and the mother in law you mentioned.
    Guess how he gets along with them.

  27. @RadicalCenter

    Most of us have not been perfect sons to our mothers and fathers, but those of us who were fortunate enough to have parents who loved us and did their utmost to raise us well despite their own flaws and shortcomings realize, upon maturity, that we made our own mistakes in the ways we treated our parents. But if we rectify our attitudes and develop relationships with our parents that reflect proper respect and gratitude, this would usually compensate for the ways we were pains in their butts when we were children/adolescents.

    Assuming your mother is still alive (“… the respect she deserves”, not “deserved), you should still have plenty of time to cultivate a wonderful son-mother relationship with her through which you can convey how much you care for her and appreciate all she has done. As for your father – kudos again. You were righteous in your anger as you sought to defend her from him but you evidently realize he has his own unresolved issues while he was alive and you recognize he was a troubled man even as you do not make excuses for his actions.

    Humanity is fraught with hurt and unfairness, but if we can reduce that with our own loved ones, we can make this world a bit less messed up.

    • Agree: Tusk
  28. anonymous[191] • Disclaimer says:

    I have a family of Vietnamese living next to me with their grandparents and they treat their kids like gold. The kids might be throwing tantrums but the parents always talk softly to them. There were a lot of Vietnamese boat people who came in the 1970’s-80’s and there were problems with petty crime, gangs and a lot of seafood poaching but that seems to be in the past with many Vietnamese having become professionals and business owners. I compare them to subcon and black immigrants that came at the same time and they are still the same after 20-30 years. Subcon abuse of children and wives is legendary.

  29. Linh Dinh: “Although the lady has every reason to be deranged, she has no rights to abuse any child, but why doesn’t May intervene, and where is his dad?”

    Usually, torturing the child is the mother’s job, but this lady has managerial potential. She’s delegated that task to others. With that knack for management, she’d make a fine madam for a whorehouse, should the opportunity arise.

    Linh Dinh: “At home, his grandma only made him fold his arms, bow and say, “Yes” or “Sorry, grandma.” How can any two-year-old be guilty of so many transgressions that he must constantly apologize to his tormentor? She didn’t want to teach him anything but abject submission, to her.”

    She’s getting him ready for the modern world. Today’s men are bred up to be in total submission to women. In many places today, even looking at a woman the wrong way can bring punishment. That’s what’s known as “human rights”, a side effect of “progress”.

    Adjusting a child to reality can be a painful process. With patience, persistence, and a little luck, your family may win the distinction of having raised up a wolf among the sheep. Perhaps Suki has the potential to become a Manson, or an Ed Gein, or even a Jack the Ripper. Humanity needs such people too, if only to cull the herd a little. But the humdrum truth is that he’ll probably just grow up to abuse women, shoot his gametes into a fertile womb or two, and expire after a few decades, thus perpetuating the cycle of life. That’s all most people do.

    • Agree: Adûnâi
    • Replies: @TKK
  30. Biff says:

    I have no desire to ever visit Asia.

    Suddenly Asia became a better place.

  31. @utu

    ‘… The results showed that child abuse is more prevalent in Vietnam than in the Netherlands…’

    Children are more prevalent in Vietnam than in the Netherlands.

    I am less than impressed by cultures that have the most exalted standards concerning child rearing — but no children.

    • Agree: RadicalCenter
    • Replies: @Willem
  32. TKK says:
    @Linh Dinh

    Dear Linh,

    I don’t know Vietnamese law and order-

    but what if you just knocked the old cunt’s teeth out when its just you and her? Bam! Slam! Smack!

    Everytime she abuses Suki, she’s beaten with a much larger stick than the feather duster.

    Would this result in prison? Perhaps one beating might stop her reign of terror. Bullies generally have never been on the receiving end of the misery they gleefully dish out.

    It’s savage, but it’s fair. It’s deserved.

  33. TKK says:

    We can fund an exciting trip to Detroit for this repellent Demon Granny and Mercenary May, and give them MAGA hats to wear, along Confederate flag fanny packs.

  34. gT says:

    Now, now ladies. Since Asia allows child abuse (lets call it child labour) while the West only allows its elites that “privilege”, doesn’t it mean that the East is more equitable than the West????

  35. sb says:

    Australian participation in the Vietnam War was probably the greatest mistake the country has ever made
    Not only did it fuck up many of the soldiers for life-but this can happen for any war – but it legitimised the import of large numbers of non white,non Christian , non Western people after the South’s inevitable defeat.

    This became the new normal (although to be fair maybe it was bound to happen sometime given the way the world has gone )

    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
    , @loren
  36. GMC says:

    I spent October and part of November in Vung Tau, right down from Linh, very secluded , very few round eyes, and very relaxing if you enjoy spending time alone on the beach . The Vietnamese side faces the Sea and is best for swimming. It was my 1st time there in 49 yrs. and I could easily live part time around Vung Tau. My new hotel room was 13 bucks a night and a block away from the beach, the owners were super nice and I could get great food. I speak a little vietnamese and for some reason I remembered all that I learned, while living amongst them in 70 and 71.Take a phrase book along and you will be fine. The place is 30 Xs more populated than the last time I was there, so I liked VT on the- more Vietnamese side. I hope Linh can keep Suki close as he can – because – his future would be a better rounded out presence, where ever he lives..

  37. Walter says:

    Living brings conflict, but the violence of the fucking war, as does all violence, brings subsequent after-effects. Our Bother Linh has an up-close look at a cruel example of what happens when tyrants like Johnson rule to ruin. How may generations shall suffer?

    He also seems to be a Quaker, guided by his inner light. And, as he has always been, a Good Man.

    Bless you Linh.

    • Replies: @GMC
  38. iffen says:

    Is it possible to kidnap him and get him to America? I’m sure that you coud hide in Philly and they would never be able to find you.

    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
  39. Bill P says:
    @Linh Dinh

    They’re all trying to use you. Quan’s a businessman, May’s a whore and the mother in law is a bitter old cunt; they see your attachment to the child and do what they know how to do.

    Step away from your feelings and look at the situation objectively. You know that helping the child is a higher good. It even moved you to pray to God. So stop looking inside yourself and wallowing in the pain and look to God for answers. I’ve been there myself, and I did a lot of pointless wallowing. You won’t find the answer by introspection, but rather by extraspection.

    You, Linh Dinh, don’t have the strength to deal with these people alone. You’re going to need more than that, and it’s out there, but to get it you’ll have to learn to look at your inner self the same way you look at Suki — as a child who needs help and guidance to make his way through a hard world.

    That help and guidance will come when you can step away from the self for a while and open your psyche/soul up to the stream of truth that makes everything possible.

    I’m trying to be as technical and practical as possible, so no hidden meanings here — it’s all quite literal.

  40. Linh Dinh, thank you for this, your writing sparkles like a diamond on the otherwise bleak landscape of the internet.

    My Christmas wish is that Suki survives all this and one day writes his own story, something akin to Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory”, about his poignant adventures with his loving and eccentric American uncle Linh.

  41. @sb

    I agree. It was Australia that had to endure the after effects of the Vietnam War-boat people, heroin czars, gangs etc.

    Same thing has now happened in Europe because of the Iraq war and Libya.

  42. @iffen

    Does Mr. Linh sound as if he wishes to return to Philly?

    Probably about as much as I would return to Southeast Michigan.

    From what Mr. Linh described to me in one post, he was impecunious in the United States and his Vietnamese-American wife wished to return to Vietnam simply for their economic survival-which reflects how far downhill the United States has since 1975 when Mr. Linh’s parents arrived as hopeful immigrants to America.

    Immigrants are returning home.

  43. Papa Linh, why don’t you ask the “white trash” Monty to come back to Vang Tau for a brief vacation and to do the old haridan in?

    • Replies: @iffen
  44. Anonymous[229] • Disclaimer says:

    This makes sense. Vietnam is a very cruel place. I can still clearly see Vietnamese laughing as they cram 4 or 5 dogs into a small cage, poking them with a stick just for good measure.

    Vietnamese seem to delight in the suffering of others. They are simply very cruel people. How much of this is due to the events of the past century and how much of this is innate, I have no idea.

    • Replies: @utu
    , @Colin Wright
  45. utu says:

    “A Vietnamese-American pupil asks her teacher if he knows why a newly arrived Vietnamese student has a pierced ear. The teacher responds that he is not aware of the reason and would like to know more. According to the pupil, it is not uncommon for traditional Vietnamese families to tie a misbehaving child’s ear to a doorknob as punishment.”

  46. iffen says:
    @Really No Shit

    Papa Linh, why don’t you ask the “white trash” Monty to come back to Vang Tau

    Why doesn’t LD just do cultural appropriation of his white trash subjects and knock the shit out of the witch every time she abuses the boy. Fire with fire, eye for an eye.

    • Replies: @Really No Shit
  47. @iffen

    Because, he is afraid of the tiger in the cage!

  48. @Linh Dinh

    Hi Linh,
    My wife and I would be more than happy to take care of Suki. We are too old to adopt through official channels (we tried a couple of years ago) but we and our extended Thai family and friends would take care of him. You can visit to suss us out.
    I am English my wife is Thai and from a Thai perspective at least we are wealthy enough to provide a good quality of life and education which you would be more than welcome to participate in.
    Come have a chat and if you are happy just meet us at the border. Border officials are looking for drugs not children and there would be no problems, I am sure.

    • Replies: @Mike P
  49. Poor kid. What about setting up something like a really small American, college scholarship fund for the boy? It will make him, his health, and future still potentially useful to the shrews.

  50. Mike P says:

    Come have a chat and if you are happy just meet us at the border. Border officials are looking for drugs not children and there would be no problems, I am sure.

    Jeez. Way to go if you want to sound trustworthy.

    • Replies: @iffen
  51. Alex says:


    Your rise up the corporate ladder of your brother-in-law’s plastics recycling plant may be coming to an end. Telling a man his girlfriend is a scheming whore is usually not well taken. Looks like you might be back in Philly before long…

    Unless you become a guide for international tourists in Vietnam…hotel desk clerk wouldn’t be bad either, lots of stories to tell….

  52. loren says:

    no the 1974 immigration was Whites only up till 74, dimwit.

    • Replies: @sb
  53. Sunshine says:

    Oh god. My heart breaks for Suki and you as well, Linh. I’m so sorry. It’s always so agonizing to see and be unable to do whatever you need to do to fix a situation. It’s so useless and of no consequence but for whatever it’s worth, I will pray for you both. My baby is his age and he also loves the moon, we’ve had that exact same conversation about where it is when he can’t see it, and he loves it. They’re so interesting and funny at this age, learning and getting into everything and it’s never malicious, just mischievous and curious. Hopefully his grandmother will drop dead soon and you can be there for him. I’m so so sorry.

    I didn’t read the comments so apologies if this has been asked but is it possible you can still adopt him? Say you’ll take and raise him in the US. There are many of us that would do what we could to help. Once he’s yours legally you can go back to Vietnam or anywhere. There must be something that can be done? At least I hope so.

  54. SafeNow says:

    It caught my eye when you said you often swim alone at the beach. I hope the water is calm, and shallow. Please be safe. We enjoy writing and would hate to lose you. (- Ocean Lifeguard, Ret.)

  55. Republic says:

    That hotel in Vung Tau seems to be good value,cheap hotels in that city,run from $5.00/day on weekdays to $8.00 a day on weekends
    Airbnb rates generally start at $10-20 a night.
    Wikitravel says that Vung Tau has the largest number of hotels and guesthouses in all of Vietnam.

  56. Wow, that was an intense read.
    This is a selfish thought, but it made me think that I’m glad that I returned to Europe again instead of trying out Vietnam. I’m not permanently ruling it out, but I’m glad I’m trying out Czechia first. As an American, I’m not being chased down because of my citizenship. Those years, if and when they existed, are long past. It would be strange to deal with a totally alien culture and not be able to determine if one was getting taken advantage of emotionally or not. Unlike in Germany, I do not understand the language here, yet, but there are enough racial and cultural similarities that one does not have to speak the language to realize when one is getting taken for a ride. I guess one could get around a lot in a place like Vietnam, but it’s not like scoring broke, gold-digging MILFS is a great achievement in life. I don’t know. Just something about reading that article make me thankful that I’m here and not in Vietnam. Going to Vietnam was a serious option for me up until just a few months ago.

    • Replies: @Dumbo
  57. iffen says:
    @Mike P

    Jeez. Way to go if you want to sound trustworthy.

    They read TUR. How could they not be trustworthy?

  58. It’s funny how a Chinese man screwed over your mother in law, she has no choice but to live with him, and a Twainese man outright owned May, yet your disdain for whites couldn’t be more obvious in your little asides about them. Seems like those balding old boomers are don’t the jobs native Vietnamese refuse to do! They bring economic growth, FOOD, and because of their culture they treat the women way nicer than the natives. Maybe we should explore this Asian fragility, the future of Vietnam is a multicultural retirement home, time to accept it. Not so fun to be on the receiving end, is it?

    Suki is a victim of the grandmother, not the Vietnam War. You said he was indirectly a “prisoner” yet gave zero explanation. The whole country has seemingly moved on, except for you. “It’s not senility that has made her like this. She’s always been verbally violent.” You are a prisoner yourself, blaming all your countries problems on the foreigner, and never gazing inward.

    “My in-laws shun all texts longer than menu items or FaceBook babbling. Words, to them, are just annoying thickets.” Maybe that explains why the country is obsessed with portraits of white men who accomplished things.

  59. Willem says:
    @Colin Wright

    The paper that is referred to talks about percentage of children (like 1 in 100 vs 1 in 1000). So that more children live in Vietnam than in the Netherlands cannot be the explanation.

    But before jumping to the conclusion that it must be race or culture, try class

    Why is it that, in all cultures, child abuse is most prevalent among the poor and wretched?

    And why does child abuse dissapear if economic circumstances become better?

    Perhaps all young Suki needs, is a little money that makes his family more relaxed, more at ease.

  60. Good grief, the virtue signaling in this thread is enough to make me puke. A little Vietnamese kid, one of a billion such short dark haired zipperheads, has a mean grandma and a whore mother. So what? He’ll grow up to be one of a billion plus such slopes and never matter in the slightest degree to anyone’s life in the West.

    Instead of dropping pixels of fake tears in a comment thread and hoping for accolades from anonymous strangers, maybe you could try giving a shit about the tens of millions of American kids whose inheritance has been stolen, who are saddled with unpayable debt from birth, and who have been designated as liabilities in the land their forefathers carved out from the wilderness. I feel a LOT sorrier for any random white kid than I’ll ever feel for some third world rice eater born of a whore and with a mean granny. Fuck that kid.

    • LOL: TKK
    • Troll: nebulafox
    • Replies: @sturbain
    , @AndrewR
  61. @Linh Dinh

    You can talk to Quan. You’ve already already had a man to man explaining the shitty situation he is in. Amplify.

    Obviously, you love the kid ( and your wife does too, or she wouldn’t have been a willing intermediary). Explain to Quan all the advantages ( under your stewardship) of life in the USA – less ramshackle squalor, better sanitation, clean water, etc.

    There is plenty of work 18- 22 dollars an hour for unskilled labor. If you have a GED, clean drivers license and no criminal background you are good to go, perhaps act235 armed security guard can garner even better wages and benefits.

    K1 for your wife and child will run you about 5k and a lot of paper work, but l did it without an attorney.

    As far as Mays scheming, fuck her. By the time Suki is 26 and of age to sponsor his “ progenitor” he can make an informed decision for himself.

    Be prepared to be a Step- father, Suki may remain in contact with his Father, this is natural and perhaps healthy if Quan also is able to break away from the deadweight. In either case you’ll be thousands of miles of ocean and red tape away from physical contact unless you approve.

    Do it man! And if you need to, do a “k1 go fund me SUKI”- this will light a fire under your ass! That kid is an anomie and ennui killer- he even looks like you!

  62. @Linh Dinh

    “Comes A Time”

    Comes a time
    when you’re driftin’
    Comes a time
    when you settle down
    Comes a light
    feelin’s liftin’
    Lift that baby
    right up off the ground.

    Oh, this old world
    keeps spinning round
    It’s a wonder tall trees
    ain’t layin’ down
    There comes a time.

    – Neil Young

  63. sturbain says:
    @Stan d Mute

    You are a miserable excuse for a human being – the very same kind who would torture a child. Maybe you and the hag should hook up? You’re a perfect match.

  64. nebulafox says:

    OK, here is my possibly worthless two cents…

    Try getting drunk with Quan one night this week and give him the verbal “It’s time to a man, buddy” lashing. He does not seem like a bad human being, just one who can’t accept what a naive, weak goof he’s been all his life and does not know how to have a backbone because he’s never had it before. Ask him in the bluntest terms imaginable if he wants his son to because an abused basket-case who will look upon him with shame, knowing his father did nothing. Whatever the answer has is to get Suki out of this situation-you would know best what is possible and what is best for the child-get him to agree.

    Promise to help him stick to his guns. I can say this, having gone through the process: when you are mentally weak and spineless, and want to change for the first time as an adult, having the right kind of help is vital. The kind of help that is loyal and dedicated to seeing that backbone appear, but also unwavering and utterly firm in what it expects from you, and willing to push. No amount of shyness or social awkwardness can fully erase a non-psychopathic man’s paternal instincts, which can be pretty damned powerful. Time to exploit that.

    If one parent is on board with your plans, even if he can’t legally do anything, it is a lot easier to pull a fast one on the other. And I think in this situation, it is a moral imperative to do whatever it takes-string her along, dupe her, trick her, whatever it takes, it is justified to save this child. I’ve seen May’s type before. To someone who is aware and willing to accept their true nature, they are *never* as clever as they think are, and therein lies a potential opening. You are aware of who she is. You know. Keep your cards close to your chest.

    Maybe looking at adoption in a wealthy Asian country would help put the kibosh on May’s plans, while simultaneously giving the child a better life where they can’t get him? Plenty of childless women in their early 40s in places like Japan or Singapore who’d probably be interested, and he could physically blend in well enough, from what I can tell, but I don’t know how the adoption laws work. And it might be too long before he’s permanently damaged by these horrible bitches.

    I have no money right now and I’m currently stuck in the States. The latter might be changing over the next few weeks, but the broke part likely isn’t for the forseeable future. So, I genuinely feel like crap because I can therefore offer nothing of practical use, other than this scribbling…

  65. Cowboy says:

    That line beginning with incel craving is dope, as the kids say.
    Good luck to Suki.

  66. TKK says:
    @Dr. Robert Morgan

    Perhaps Suki has the potential to become a Manson, or an Ed Gein, or even a Jack the Ripper. Humanity needs such people too, if only to cull the herd a little

    You are a mouth breather for the books.

    I hope you are away from any fo0d and water sources, vulnerable population groups and all animals.

  67. Stan d Mute: “Good grief, the virtue signaling in this thread is enough to make me puke. ”

    I agree. It’s a mass attack of Mrs. Jellyby syndrome. Refulgent and cheap, selfless Christian LOVE springs into action.

    What would happen if this family were in the USA? LD could rat them out to Child Protection Services, which might take him away and give him to foster parents. That always turns out well. Maybe he’d wind up with two lesbians, who could teach him about his real gender, and begin to transition!

  68. TKK: “You are a mouth breather for the books.

    I hope you are away from any fo0d and water sources, vulnerable population groups and all animals.”

    You are all vulnerable, exquisitely so. And my evil power only grows with the mockery of fools. Muah-ha-ha!

    • Replies: @TKK
  69. AndrewR says:

    Kill your mother in law. Who would blame you??

  70. AndrewR says:
    @Stan d Mute

    Did publishing this comment make your mother finally love you?

    • LOL: Biff, Talha
    • Replies: @Talha
  71. @Anonymous

    ‘This makes sense. Vietnam is a very cruel place. I can still clearly see Vietnamese laughing as they cram 4 or 5 dogs into a small cage, poking them with a stick just for good measure.

    Vietnamese seem to delight in the suffering of others. They are simply very cruel people…’

    Possibly they are very cruel people. But your example doesn’t demonstrate it. Tormenting animals was seen as good clean fun as recently as a hundred years ago in the West. Some of our minorities still delight in it.

    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
    , @Anonymous
  72. TKK says:
    @Dr. Robert Morgan

    Nah- you’re too thick to be a threat.

    You live on Unz Review.

    What a clown- tough talking about a 2 year old.

    What’s your other hobby- trash talking kittens? Challenging quadriplegics to relay races?

  73. Talha says:

    Normal person:
    What an adorable little guy, I hope his life turns out for the better.

    THAT dude:
    Frickin’ random kid I just heard about! I hope he gets raped by an alligator and dies!

    Don’t be THAT dude.


    • LOL: Truth
    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
  74. @Colin Wright

    If you want to witness child cruelty go into any US inner-city any night of the week. If you want to see abused and abandoned animals walk through any barrio where discarded pit bulls and Rottweilers run free through barrios.

    I’d extremely surprised if the overall crime rate in Vietnam was as high as the US.

    Experience cruelty. Walk through the wrong Chicago neighborhood today. Would you rather walk through Saigon or Flint, Michigan after dark?

  75. Biff says: • Website

    On the topic of SouthEast Asia, I am now touring the mountains of Doi Mae Salong in northern Thailand.
    Mostly Chinese, with a mix of hill tribe people. A poor area, and I notice some people still cook with wood fire burning stove. Nice and clean with no homeless – everyone has a family – the children look genuinely happy.
    This time of year the wild poinsettia’s are in bloom, and are amazingly gorgeous. Some get as big as small car with an amazing red canopy. Wish I could post a photo.

  76. TKK: “Nah- you’re too thick to be a threat.

    You live on Unz Review.

    What a clown- tough talking about a 2 year old.

    What’s your other hobby- trash talking kittens? Challenging quadriplegics to relay races?”

    No, it’s making liars oops I mean lawyers look like idiots. Thanks for playing!

    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
  77. @Talha

    Talha. I really don’t know why these people are so disturbed by child abuse in Vietnam that does not appear life-threatening when you can go to the inner-city today and do a police ride along and see far worse. Tormenting a dog. Visit a barrio where dog fights are more common that soccer games. For the molestation, hit a trailer park in Central Valley.

    I cannot understand Americans who go on and on about what a hell hole this place is or that place who live in squalid conditions themselves. At least Dubai roads don’t have giant potholes in them and no matter what you say about Afghanistan it is the boneyard of all the great empires in decline-Russia, Britain, Greece, the Aryan Kingdoms, Mongols…

    Would you feel safer walking down the Karachi causeway at night or East Los Angeles? Where would you feel more nervous hearing footsteps behind you?

    Vietnam more dangerous than where? Flint? Detroit? Baltimore? Are Linh’s subjects in Vietnam worse off than his subjects in Philly? At least they are warmer.

    As an American who has lived for years overseas, I cannot for the life of me understand why Americans think their country is so much more comfortable than other countries. There’s probably some homelessness in Karachi or Saigon but not white women going to the toilet in public like San Francisco.

    So I find it odd that people get on this website and go on and on about how uncivilized other countries are when they can walk through their nearest Section 8 or efficiency walk up and see worse.

    PS Watch I EAT YOUR SKIN on Blu Ray and DVD starring Sunny Leone.

    • Replies: @iffen
    , @Talha
    , @Colin Wright
  78. @Dr. Robert Morgan

    “Thick” is a British expression. How many “lawyers from Tennessee” use British expressions like that. I’m a DA from Nashville and I had to dodge a few lorries in the park, mate.

    That is one curious thing about some of the posters. For no reason, they impersonate other nationalities.

    I know this from being overseas for so many years.

    • Replies: @TKK
  79. Dumbo says:
    @German American

    Why not going to Germany? Is Czechia better for expats? Asking for a friend.

    • Replies: @Marshall Lentini
  80. Dumbo says:

    Kill your mother in law. Who would blame you??

    Perhaps Suki has the potential to become a Manson, or an Ed Gein, or even a Jack the Ripper. Humanity needs such people too, if only to cull the herd a little.

    Fuck that kid.

    I hope Linh Dinh is not taking seriously the advice given by the commenters here, because most of it borders on the INSANE.

  81. Anonymous[104] • Disclaimer says:
    @Colin Wright

    So that makes them 100 years behind us? That sounds like a reasonable estimate. No objection from this quarter.

    • Replies: @Colin Wright
  82. GMC says:

    Your first sentence , says it all – the War instilled even more violence once the North took over the South . All men who associated with the South and the Americans/Allies were brutally put in re education camps, including carpenters block layers truck drivers etc. I ran into a few of the survivors this year and they told me their stories. How do I know this to be true – they spoke some English – our old military English and they knew where our camps were. Not to mention all their scars and living poor. Their lands were confiscated and many committed suicide. Of, course in the Vietnamese Museums, we only see the atrocities of the French and Americans. Look how cold the Americans are – after all the Wars from Europe, SE Asia, the Americas, and the Mid East. Linh is dealing with a Old Cold Hearted Bitch.

  83. sb says:

    I wasn’t talking about the ending of the White Australia Policy as such .This ended effectively under the Holt Government in the 60s.The Whitlam Government didn’t add much to existing legislation

    I was talking about the import of large numbers of uneducated peasants with so called refugee status who would never qualify under any normal immigration policy . Before this there was some Asian immigration but was generally via marriage or the highly educated .(An example was Japanese war brides )
    The change happened because “Australia had a moral resposibility ”

    Your gratuitious insults are unappreciated

  84. A lot of this is cultural and maybe not as bad as it sounds. I mean can a 2 year old really hurt the nanny by smacking her with a feather duster? It sounds farcical. Asians tend to be loud and shout anyway, even just to be heard over the general din, what with the TV and radio being turned on full blast and everybody yelling and hollering. And the threats are often just posturing and not serious. However it is annoying and I can understand that a thoughtful intellectual like LD feels uncomfortable with this and that it’s driving him up the wall but it’s best not to interfere. The dragon granny probably means well. Probably the fact that her daughter married a successful Chinese businessman has gone to her head and she’s now on some kind of power trip. Now think that in the West you’re not allowed to discipline your child at all. It could happen that for what is considered normal child rearing in Asia a kid would be taken away from his natural family in the West and handed over to some real child abusers. Since the father has some means it would be best to send the kid to a private school later on, even one of the residential type. He may even miss the old woman’s surly and domineering character and poke fun at it himself as he grows up. I think the ideas of kidnapping, or adopting, the kid and taking him to US are wrong and could do more harm than good. Here we are all playing agony uncles so that’s my advice. OK, they sound like an unpleasant family, but you know LD made his bed … and all that.

    Quan, who was also my boss at the plastic recycling plant

    “was” – so it’s over?

  85. iffen says:
    @Jeff Stryker

    Talha. I really don’t know why these people are so disturbed by child abuse in Vietnam

    Not child abuse, but abuse of LD’s nephew.

    Many of us have the emotion that bonds us to “our people.” We can bond to LD simply by reading his essays for a few years. Suki is “our people” via our bonding connection with LD.

    You don’t have this emotion as demonstrated by your rejection and dismissal of your natural born people. Further, you don’t connect to the people you have lived and worked with over the years other than as utilitarian objects that gratify your base needs and desires.

    I’m not making a harsh condemnation of you, it’s out of your/our control. I can no easier fail to empathize with Suki and LD’s troubles than you can force yourself to empathize with proles in Detroit.

    • Agree: TKK
    • Replies: @TKK
  86. @Anonymous

    ‘So that makes them 100 years behind us? ‘

    That would assume they’re going where we’re going.

    • Replies: @Anonymous
  87. anonynous says:

    Linh Dinh ,

    I greatly admire your honest observations about relations or non relations between different types of men and women. Can you share some observations on why it is that almost all non White, non Western society women tend to like, appreciate and want to be with White American, White Western men even older, old White men and here in the USA, UK White women and increasingly most women do not like do not want to be with even healthy, athletic, successful Western men?

    Is it the vicious anti White media, especially television?

    Or is it the increasingly feminist dominated education system that presents a childless, manless Oprah or Hillary as something to be?

    • Replies: @TKK
    , @Truth
  88. Talha says:
    @Jeff Stryker

    I really don’t know why these people are so disturbed by child abuse in Vietnam that does not appear life-threatening when you can go to the inner-city today and do a police ride along and see far worse.

    I don’t see a reason why a person can’t be appalled at both. If this is something endemic in Vietnamese culture, they need to rid themselves of it, and I pray they have success. Some cultures spoil their kids to a fault and some do the opposite.

    I cannot understand Americans who go on and on about what a hell hole this place is or that place

    Maybe it makes some people feel better that perhaps others are suffering also or to a greater degree. It’s a spiritual disease; it takes effort to get rid of, but first someone has to point out that it’s there in the first place. “Sure our ship is going down, but look at those losers, their life rafts don’t even work – yay us! High-five!”

    As iffen pointed out, I’m sure there are millions of children around the world in similar conditions to Suki or worse. Children who never asked to be born into the circumstances that they are. Suki’s story just happened to be one that crossed my path; this is a test, an opportunity – what will one do with the information? I made a prayer for Suki at night asking God to alleviate his situation and guide his grandmother to better conduct. Now it’s not in my hands anymore, but I’m good with the situation if I’m ever asked about it on the Day of Judgment. May God alleviate the suffering of all the children of the world.

    A prayer like this doesn’t take more than a few seconds, certainly less time than it takes to type out demeaning or reviling the little kid. Just my take.



    • Replies: @iffen
    , @Jeff Stryker
  89. TKK says:
    @Jeff Stryker

    I’m not from Tennessee.

    I have a passport.

    I have a vocabulary.

    I know this from being overseas for so many years.

    Here’s a PRO TIP: If you have actually traveled and lived overseas (as I have)

    You don’t have to announce it in:


    If your life is tropical paradise, get the f*ck off the computer, you wanker. (that’s british, too!)

    • LOL: iffen
  90. TKK says:

    Can you share some observations on why it is that almost all non White, non Western society women tend to like, appreciate and want to be with White American, White Western men even older, old White men

    Are you serious?


    • Replies: @anonymous
  91. TKK says:

    But for all we know- he could be in a studio apartment in Iowa.

    He inserts – in every comment- his superiority that he ” escaped from America” – as if all of America is a dystopian nightmare

    – while constantly doubting other’s life stories and being the expert on every topic.

    To quote the Bard:

    Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much.

    • Replies: @iffen
  92. anonymous[251] • Disclaimer says:

    TKK says:
    December 12, 2019 at 5:50 pm GMT
    Can you share some observations on why it is that almost all non White, non Western society women tend to like, appreciate and want to be with White American, White Western men even older, old White men

    Are you serious?


    I respond:

    We have solid $ money, property, nice clothes – able to take women out to nice places here in places like Chicago where I live. The (White) women are almost universally hostile, they don’t like us. Can’t really say they like much of anything except being negative, going for bad politics.

    • Replies: @Anonymous
  93. @Dumbo

    Better for expats, but takes some doing and expect little help from the Czechs unless you make friends fast (English camp volunteering). Best avenue there is the Trade License for freelancers. There are also some call centers in Brno that will offer a work visa. If you have a freelance talent or just “teach English”, you could do a lot worse. Women also notoriously easy.

  94. @TKK

    Yea. He really needs to shut up now.

    • Agree: Republic
  95. Wild Man says:

    Sounds like mother-in-law has given full expression to the passive aggressive style employed within female power dynamics. The old lady practices gaslighting writ-large (i.e. – to paraphrase – ‘I am physically dominating and terrorizing my grandson, because I want what is best for him’). As such, it’s tantamount to turning the world upside down for the boy – (i.e. – down is up , wrong is right, etc. etc,). So yeah – I suppose there is always gonna be local flavors of this generalized tendency, for women everywhere, of all cultures, to employ passive aggressive tactics within all their personal venues of social power dynamics. But this old lady does sound particularly nasty and demented.

    I wish women generally, would all collectively wake up one day and decide to finally cease this stupid female gaslighting, and finally own up to the fact that females are no different than anyone else (men) when it comes to seeking social power (i.e. – both genders do it). But men tend to be much more openly confrontational, in this respect. Women – well – the tendency , instead of open confrontation, is instead, more-so akin to a ‘confrontational crypsis’. Being confrontational by pretending you are not, all hidden within a veil of gaslighting (gaslighting – representing a carefully chosen fantasy, ….. a particular fantasy chosen for it’s superior social-power-accrual attributes, and pretending that particular fantasy is reality, and then imposing that fakeness on others, which is kinda schizophrenic, because I think we all can agree, there is at least a modicum of social consensus around ‘truth’).

    Wow what a stellar example of this overall dynamic, outlined in Dinh’s very compelling and heart-wrenching story.

    This confrontational crypsis type flavor of female social dynamics, is everywhere. Everyone is completely immersed in it all the time. That sucks. A mans’ power to act in this world is stymied at ever corner, by this female shite.

    Maybe the ladies needed this weirdness in bygone eras when it was OK for a man to go ahead and throttle a deranged witch, in order to reset the social order, here and there, as necessary. I suppose that may even be the natural order given the physical size and strength differences between men and women. The females of bygone eras probably did need to rely on this passive aggressive style of seeking social power, in order to meet the male physical strength and size advantages of the male gender. But in this era? In an era where no one is gonna really get away with throttling anybody else, for the most part? What I am insinuating here, is that, collectively, and probably rather unconsciously, the men have agreed to acquiesce to putting proper limits on male physical aggression. In turn, have the women, collectively, agreed to anything, to rebalance the gender-power-dynamics, which is kinda obvious would be necessary, after the changes within the other gender, have been culturally agreed to?

    The answer is No. Not even one bit as far as I can tell. Thus some of our current cultural problems. Women got half the responsibilities in human affairs. Best they step up now and take that on, instead of avoiding, avoiding, forever avoiding. If the men can’t police this female capriciousness anymore, well – it’s about time the ladies start becoming a little more adult-like in this respect, and police this insane (insane for the current era) capriciousness themselves, personally, within their own individual personal psyches. I’m not really holding my breath on that though. I’m not sure if women are even capable of this. I guess it’s wait and see. But I’ve been waiting on this for 40 years already. So who knows? Maybe the ladies don’t actually have it them. Should men simply just start physically dominating women again?

  96. iffen says:

    LD prayed. Hell, even I would pray if I thought it would help.

  97. iffen says:

    he could be in a studio apartment in Iowa.

    God! In Iowa! No wonder he seems to be on such a bummer.

    Obviously, I don’t know, but I have read his comments for a while and a lot of his observations on prole life ring true. I think that he has a twinge of guilt about leaving his peeps to their fate. He possible could have made a positive difference in some of the lives there.

    I’m not really trying to cast stones. It’s a big part of our culture.

    Grab the brass ring, strive, save yourself.


    They Feed They Lion

    By Philip Levine

    Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
    Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
    Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
    Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
    They Lion grow.
    Out of the gray hills
    Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
    West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,
    Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,
    Out of the bones’ need to sharpen and the muscles’ to stretch,
    They Lion grow.
    Earth is eating trees, fence posts,
    Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
    “Come home, Come home!”

  98. @Jeff Stryker

    ‘Would you feel safer walking down the Karachi causeway at night or East Los Angeles? ‘

    That one’s easy. East LA. It’s not that bad.

    Plus, I’m familiar with it. Can’t say the same about Karachi.

    East LA. Hands down.

  99. Anonymous[543] • Disclaimer says:
    @Colin Wright

    Unfortunately, they probably are.

  100. Anonymous[388] • Disclaimer says:

    White men tend to be much better behaved husbands than low class Asian men. Less drinking, less prostitution, less chauvinism, less domestic violence. If they’re really lucky, none at all.

  101. Jeff Stryker: ““Thick” is a British expression.”

    It’s also an expression that a certain type might use if he wanted to put on airs of intelligence and sophistication. For some reason, Americans think that a British accent makes the speaker sound intelligent. The same goes for using British slang. Yes, old chap, to write “arse” instead of “ass” or “shite” instead of “shit” is ever so much more high class! LOL! Likewise with his reference to “the Bard”, above. He’s trying hard to convey how smart he is. Even so, the idiot gets the quote wrong. It’s “methinks”, not “Me thinks”, and it comes at the end of the phrase, not the beginning. Such a mistake is typical for a midwit such as a lawyer.

    But deciding whether he’s a liar or a lawyer isn’t important. There’s almost no difference between the two anyway. The one has a law degree, the other doesn’t, but both are liars and both are scum. The lawyer just makes his parasitical living from it.

    • Replies: @Pontius
  102. @Talha

    Sir. It is a very sad story. Appalling.

    But when poor people who live in trailer parks or old creaky wooden clapboard houses or dank apartments and fear Hispanic or black violence and watch young people destroy themselves with drugs start saying “such and such a country is a sh*thole” they reflect how ignorant the white US prole is of their own circumstances.
    But of course that is how Bush was able to bamboozle these people into two pointless wars of which was has now gone on for 18 years. He’s long out of office now and enjoying his ranch in Texas but many whites are now homeless in America because of him. When Clinton left office, there was no deficit. When I was a teenager and young person in the nineties, things were far better for the prole in the US than they are now.

    Nobody in Dubai worries about gang activity in their neighborhood. Nobody from Kuwait to Oman worries about this.

    I laugh about people on this board who go on and on about “sex tourism” in Asia. Go to any US inner-city and approach a black pimp with a few hundred dollars. Tell him you want to see some boy have sex with a German shepherd in a bathtub full of crack cocaine or see a Two Girls One Cup or whatever deviant act. He’ll arrange it faster than a Mama-San in Manila. Sure, there is prostitution in Dubai and Manila. But you do not have to endure the sight of huge 200 pound black crack whores on public streets or see skinny meth-ravaged white women who are 45 at truck stops. You see this all the time in the US. I’m sure you’ve seen it.

    And while we are talking about how bad refugees behave because their religion, we should bring up every Latino gang member with Mary tattooed on him who is named Hay-Seuss.

    • Replies: @Truth
  103. @TKK

    How could you have lived overseas if you are a practicing District Attorney in the US mid-South somewhere?

    Yep, calling someone a jerk off (Wanker) is exactly what a Brit would do when they were fed up.

  104. Truth says:

    Can you share some observations on why it is that almost all non White, non Western society women tend to like, appreciate and want to be with White American, White Western men even older, old White men

    (Sigh) Every time we start talking about superior and inferior IQs…

    Well here, Tesla, a visual aid: Warning, you may have to extrapolate a bit.

  105. Truth says:
    @Jeff Stryker

    Go to any US inner-city and approach a black pimp with a few hundred dollars. Tell him you want to see some boy have sex with a German shepherd in a bathtub full of crack cocaine

    Dude, please introduce me to your cocaine supplier, I’ll be wealthy in 2 weeks…

  106. @Jim Smith

    Linh loves ambivalence and indecision, evidently. Were it me in your smelly sandals, I would do the following:

    Tell the Grandmother ONE time to NEVER shout or touch boy again or you will flay the meat off her bones. Then give a sample of what feels like. All this in the presence of the boy’s Mother.

    Secondly, notify her in an even tone you will drag her through the streets by the hair, reciting the tawdry highlights of her miserable life.

    Stop pussyfooting around, Linh.

  107. @RadicalCenter

    Look at the bright side, at least your mother didn’t torture you. My parents didn’t stop beating me until I beat my mother.

    • Replies: @RadicalCenter
  108. First off, love your work. I would like to start by saying toddlers apologize for all sorts of things. Mostly inappropriate things. Sometimes its heartbreaking and other times its hysterically insightful or uncannily prescient. That being said, I’m deeply saddened by the plight of Suki and if I could I would intervene. Please do so if you are able. Is it a question of money? Or rather after self reflection you thought you weren’t qualified to take this responsibility? After reading enough of your work I am here to say that child would benefit greatly if you did step up.

  109. I hope that othing bad will happen to poor and innocent Suki, at least not in Linh Dinh life time, because I think that he’ll experience torturous regret for declining the offer to adopt Suki, which I believe that he should have, regardless of whatever reasons or obstacles, he and his wife could have changed the poor kid’s life, and their lives,too.

  110. Intense! Very relatable unfortunately for me! I’ll just say that the “social” engineering reaches very far and wide! Too much screen time does irreparable damage even to a mind not mature enough to understand.

  111. roonaldo says:

    Beautifully arranged medleys of Christmas music were playing on the local FM classical station and sweet childhood memories were playing in my head when I opened this piece about little Suki, whose real name, Thien An, means “God’s gift.” I could but pray that God protect this child and soften the hearts of the adults around him, as tears overflowed the eyes of this often cranky old goat. Thank you, Mr. Dinh, may God bless you.

  112. @Dumbo

    Don’t westerners eat oysters alive? Don’t they boil lobsters alive?

    • Replies: @Dumbo
  113. Dumbo says:

    I don’t know. I don’t. 😀 Anyway, I think there’s a difference between boiling a lobster and trying to eat a live octopus. But I’m not a fan Asian food. Prefer Italian/Spanish.

    • Replies: @Talha
  114. Talha says:

    But I’m not a fan Asian food.

    I don’t know how a live octopus gets classified as Asian food. There was literally no preparation involved. It’s like me trying to eat a live goat and calling it Pakistani cuisine. The goat would not like it and would probably let me know, like the octopus did.


  115. Dumbo says:

    It’s like me trying to eat a live goat and calling it Pakistani cuisine.

    You mean to tell me it isn’t? 😀

    • LOL: Talha
    • Replies: @Talha
  116. Talha says:

    No man! Unless it’s had a ton of spices soaked into it by being cooked in a boatload of oil, it ain’t Pakistani cuisine. Look up “ghee”.


    • Replies: @Jeff Stryker
  117. @Talha

    Depends. That’s Punjabi. Sindhi cuisine is different.

    I don’t proclaim myself an expert on Pakistan, but it is comprised of different groups. Baluchi, Sindhi, Punjabi, Pashtun (Who are semi-Mongolic)…These groups are as different as a Finn and a Sicilian. The whole EU number was first tried in South Asia with the partition.

    But of course you already know this.

    • Replies: @Talha
  118. Talha says:
    @Jeff Stryker

    But of course you already know this.

    Yup. Being none of the above and a Muhajir from India (specifically from the Hindustani* people – well,mixed in with Persians), we obviously think our biryani is the best. Nobody listened to us so we came to the US to convince white people of the superiority of our style of biryani since they don’t know any better.


    *Our family was from Uttar Pradesh, but then settled in the partitioned country of Hyderabad before it was invaded an annexed by India and the title of Nizam was abolished. One of my older uncles was telling me that he still remembers the Indian military and jets coming into their territory.

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  119. Anonymous[388] • Disclaimer says:

    Good to see you posting again Talha. I missed your contributions.

    Btw. If you do go ahead with eating the live goat, please remember to set up a live stream first. Thx!

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  120. Talha says:

    Will do – though eating a live goat is as haram (due to lack of slaughter) as eating pork so don’t hold your breath!

    Would most likely go something like this:


  121. @Mark Brophy

    I cannot imagine what that is like, Mark, and I am so sorry that you suffered through it. Yes, I have thought about how much worse it could have been, and I know someone who had it worse like you. Sad as it is, you had every right to do what you did and put an end to the abuse.

    Thankfully, my parents never harmed me physically and tried not to harm me psychologically, even my father. My father was beaten badly by his mother, even by the harsher standards of the times, which is saying a lot. We understood what he had been through and how very hard it was for him to ever be content, not be insanely angry (especially at women),,and even think himself worthy of being loved. This cycle has to end with me.

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