I Became the Boat People: A Refugee’S Path to America

Copyright © 2013 Don Lao, CPCU.

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ISBN: 978-1-4582-1307-5 (sc)

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Abbott Press rev. date: 12/11/2013

Contents

Preface

Chapter 1   Moving to Vietnam

Chapter 2   New Life in the South

Chapter 3   My First Job

Chapter 4   The LAO’s Trucking Company

Chapter 5   The Fall of Saigon

Chapter 6   Our Escape Plans

Chapter 7    I Became The Boat People

Chapter 8   Hong Kong Refugee Camp

Chapter 9   The Great Wall Restaurant

Chapter 10   An Immigrant in Paradise

Acknowledgement

Sources

Endnotes

Preface

This is a depiction of the challenging lives of immigrants who had to endure adversities and overcome many obstacles in order to survive and provide better lives for their loved ones.

This story provides a glimpse of the tenacity and resiliency of people living through three decades of the Vietnam War from the French domination in 1954 to the fall of Saigon in 1975, as well as their journey to a new country as refugees. They were known as The Boat People.

Their struggles included adapting to a completely new culture, learning a new language, competing for jobs in a foreign environment, and coping with ethnic tension. Developing a sense of belonging paled in comparison to the difficultly of uprooting their family to resettle in a new country.

This true story is living proof that a successful and meaningful life can be achieved through the love and support of family, good education, relentless pursuit of goals, diligence, and hard work.

Map of Vietnam

Chapter 1

Moving to Vietnam

T he Japanese dominated Vietnam, along with other Southeast Asia countries during WWII. When the Japanese surrendered in 1945, the French took over the domination of Vietnam in 1946.

My Grandpa expanded his business, of a retail store selling imported products in Quangdong (Canton), China, to become an exclusive supplier for the French government and provide transportation services to the French troops in North Vietnam. Grandpa and his first wife had a son and a daughter; he married my Grandma after his first wife passed away. Grandma gave birth to four boys (my Dad, Uncle Chin, Uncle Wing and Uncle Wah) and two girls, Aunt Guy and Aunt Le-Quan.

In order to meet the demand of the expanded business, Grandpa moved his entire family from China to a city called Tien-Yen in North Vietnam during the early 1940’s, and I was born there on July 4th, 1948. Everyone lived with Grandpa and Grandma in a multi-room mansion in Tien-Yen.

Tien-Yen was a small town near Mong-Cai, a Vietnamese city bordering China where people crossed between China and Vietnam; it’s about 300 kilometers northeast of Ha-Noi, the capital of Vietnam. Tien-Yen’s population was about 5,000 and the vast majority of the people there were immigrants from China.

Tien-Yen has a mild climate and beautiful scenery, with rolling hills and a river running through town. Farming was the main occupation because of the fertile soil and favorable climate with abundant rainfall. Fruit trees were also productive; my Mom said grapefruits from the trees in our backyard were especially sweet and juicy. Residents of Tien-Yen were typical country folk who were friendly and cared for one another in this close-knit community with virtually no crimes. The transition for our family was quite smooth with Grandpa’s presence and leadership well accepted by the people of Tien-Yen. In fact, we consider Tien-Yen our hometown.

Grandpa was a typical China-man – 5'6", 140 pounds with light skin, black hair and brown eyes; we all have a receding front hairline like him. Grandpa went to schools in China and he was multi-lingual, speaking fluent Vietnamese and French in addition to Chinese. He built a good relationship with the French officials and he had high standards in running his business. His honesty and integrity earned the trust and respect of the French as well as his business associates, and the people of Tien-Yen. High-ranking French officials stationed in Tien-Yen were good friends of Grandpa; they visited him frequently and were treated with good food and French wine. Banquets were also held from time to time to entertain these important guests.

In addition to providing the French troops with daily goods and food, our family also owned a fleet of trucks handling their transportation needs, including hauling military supplies for them. Our trucks were often ambushed by the Viet-Minh (the Vietnamese guerilla force) but we were undeterred, with strong support and handsome compensation, from the French government. Dad often told the story of one specific incident where the road in front of our convoy escorted by armored French military vehicle was cut off by the Viet-Minh – later referred to as Viet-Cong (Vietnamese Communists – VC). Our drivers were trapped inside their trucks with some of their tires blown out by the gunfire; they were later rescued by French troops, and Dad brought mechanics to make on-site repairs before the convoy could continue and proceed to their destination.

Grandpa’s supplies were transported from the port city of Hai-Phong by cargo boats; they arrived monthly, and laborers were hired to unload the cargo for us. The main items were French wines, cheeses, produce, imported cookies and canned food; these were stacked in a warehouse behind Grandpa’s store. A group of women was hired to handle the produce, including peeling of potatoes, to prepare food for the French troops. The storefront catered to local shoppers, but the bulk of our business was focused on meeting the needs of the French.

Grandpa was the largest employer of the town and later became the mayor of Tien-Yen. There were not too many Vietnamese in our town, and we did not sense any resentment with the Chinese running the town thanks to Grandpa’s equal employment policy and open-mindedness. Many of his employees, including a few of our truck drivers, were hardworking Vietnamese. Grandpa undoubtedly had everyone’s respect and admiration.

Grandpa’s son and daughter from his first marriage moved away before I was born, so I don’t really know much about them. My Dad was Grandpa’s right-hand man; he was heavily involved in running the family business after graduating from high school. Although he was a little taller (5'8"), Dad shared the thin and tall physique like Grandpa, and yes, including the receding hairline in front.

Dad’s name is Alan. He became a smoker from entertaining the customers and business associates. He did not drink hard liquor, but he enjoyed beer, and he liked eating roasted peanuts when he had his beer. He played volleyball in his youth. Dad said he also used to play accordion, but he devoted his life to his family and did not have a chance to continue any of his hobbies after we left Tien-Yen. Dad was kind, caring and affectionate, especially with Mom, to whom we had never seen him raise his voice. I had never seen him get into an argument with anyone in his entire life. Some might consider him weak, but his courage was unparalleled when it involved protecting his family.

Dad’s duties included overseeing the fleet of trucks, as well as their maintenance and repair. We had our own repair shop, which was staffed with mechanics to perform routine maintenance and on-site repairs, as well as roadside rescue work. Dad kept a supply of spared parts that were often needed for the upkeep of the trucks; orders of the spare parts and new tires often came in with merchandise Grandpa shipped in from the port city of Hai-Phong.

During a stormy night, one of the cargo boats sank. One of the passengers was Aunt Guy coming back from a trip to Hai-Phong. There were no lifeboats so she tied her suitcase to one of her feet and swam ashore unharmed! She was such a good swimmer! Most of the merchandise was lost but there were no casualties.

Aunt Guy was athletic but temperamental; she would fight for anything she wanted to have, and succeeded most of the time. She married a scholar in Tien-Yen, and they had a son, my cousin Khang, a year later.

Dad’s younger siblings enjoyed the luxury of good schooling and pampering of the servants, while Grandpa and Dad were busy running the business. My Grandma was the decision maker in all our family matters. Unfortunately, she passed away shortly after I was born. Mom said Grandma died of lung disease that she had for a long time.

The Wedding

Mom and Dad’s marriage followed the traditional Chinese custom where a third party acted as middleman in making a proposal to the bride’s family. My parents didn’t meet until their wedding day, although Dad told me he spotted mom on several occasions in town and was drawn to her beauty. Mom came from a well-respected family; Mom’s dad was a well-educated man. He passed away before I was born.

As with all the girls back then, Mom only went to grade school for a few years. Mom was a very pretty lady when she was young. She had shiny black hair, which looked especially beautiful when permed. Mom did not wear makeup very often because she seldom went out; we forgot how beautiful she was until she had a glamour shot makeover on her 50th birthday. She is now in her late 80’s and people still say how good she looks when she is garbed in the traditional Chinese gown.

After an acceptance ceremony, which included a lot of gifts, cakes, and lucky money for the bride’s family, both sides agreed on a date for the wedding. The Chinese wedding ceremony includes the groom and bride kneeling and serving tea to their grandparents/parents, who would then give well wishes and lucky money sealed inside a red envelope. Both Mom and Dad dressed in traditional Chinese gowns made of colorful red fabrics that symbolize good luck and happiness.

A large dinner party was held for more than 300 guests from both families. There were no restaurants or catering in Tien-Yen for a party this size, so cooks and servers were hired to prepare food based on a pre-determined menu designed by the groom’s family. A section of the street leading to our house was closed down to set up tents for dinner tables. Mom said it was a festive and happy day with red banners hung along the street for good luck, and well wishes written on them.

Their first child, Chi, was born a year before me. She and I were extremely competitive, the way bothers and sisters are – always trying to outdo each other, including the attempts to get out of doing unpleasant chores like cleaning the toilet or handling the trash. However, I have to admit Chi always had the upper hand because she is the smarter one – I often ended up doing those unpleasant chores while she was coincidentally busy helping Mom with something else!

Mom gave birth to my younger sister (Kum) when I was two years old. Both girls were adorable, with big brown eyes and light skin, but Chi was more active and outgoing. Kum was shy and didn’t talk much, but she was very pretty with silky long black hair.

Mom also adopted a girl from an orphanage. Mom named her Ping; she was six years older than Chi. It was a tradition then for well-off couples to adopt a girl as their life-long servant, but Mom did not have the intention to treat Ping that way. Although my Mom did not ask her to work, Ping helped out the group of women with peeling potatoes and cleaning vegetables for food preparation during the day.

Mom said I was an adorable, healthy baby. As boys were seen as heir to the family, I received better attention than my sisters. I was shy and quiet, but I evolved and grew to also be very competitive, a perfectionist, and an overachiever. I have high standards for myself, and I set goals to challenge myself at every stage of my life.

I’ve been, however, skinny all my life (5'8" and 145 pounds with black hair and brown eyes) except while I was in the military. I was at least 30 pounds heavier during my two years in the military service in the early 1970’s.

My sisters and I were well cared for by a military doctor from France with routine physical and dental exams; he made house calls when we were not feeling well. Mom