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Jane Fonda Broadcast from Hanoi
August 22, 1972

The following public domain information is a transcript from the
US Congress House Committee on Internal Security
Travel to Hostile Areas
HR 16742
19-25 September 1972
page 7671

Radio Hanoi attributes talk on DRV visit to Jane Fonda;
from Hanoi in English to American servicemen
involved in the Indochina War, 1 PM GMT, 22 August 1972.
Text: Here's Jane Fonda telling her impressions at
the end of her visit to the Democratic Republic of Vietnam
(follows recorded female voice with American accent)

This is Jane Fonda

During my two week visit in the
Democratic Republic of Vietnam,
I've had the opportunity to visit a great many
places and speak to a large number
of people from all walks of life-workers, peasants,
students, artists and dancers, historians, journalists,
film actresses, soldiers, militia girls, members of the
women's union, writers.

I visited the Dam Xuac agricultural coop, where the silk worms
are also raised and thread is made.
I visited a textile factory, and a kindergarten in Hanoi.
The beautiful Temple of Literature was where I saw traditional dances
and heard songs of resistance.
I also saw unforgettable ballet about the guerrillas training bees
in the south to attack enemy soldiers.
The bees were danced by women, and they did their job well.

In the shadow of the Temple of Literature I saw Vietnamese
actors and actresses perform the second act of
Arthur Miller's play All My Sons, and this was very moving to
me-the fact that artists here are translating and performing
American plays while US imperialists are bombing their country.

I cherish the memory of the blushing militia girls on the roof of
their factory, encouraging one of their sisters as
she sang a song praising the blue sky of Vietnam-these women,
who are so gentle and poetic, whose voices
are so beautiful, but who, when American planes are bombing
their city, become such good fighters.

I cherish the way a farmer evacuated from Hanoi,
without hesitation, offered me, an American, their best
individual bomb shelter while US bombs fell near by.
The daughter and I, in fact, shared the shelter wrapped in
each others arms, cheek against cheek. It was on the
road back from Nam Dinh, where I had witnessed the
systematic destruction of civilian targets-schools, hospitals,
pagodas, the factories, houses, and the dike system.

As I left the United States two weeks ago, Nixon was again
telling the American people that he was winding
down the war, but in the rubble-strewn streets of Nam Dinh,
his words echoed with sinister (words indistinct) of
a true killer. And like the young Vietnamese woman I held
in my arms clinging to me tightly-and I pressed my
cheek against hers-I thought, this is a war against Vietnam
perhaps, but the tragedy is America's.

One thing that I have learned beyond a shadow of a doubt
since I've been in this country is that Nixon will never
be able to break the spirit of these people; he'll never
be able to turn Vietnam, north and south, into a
neo-colony of the United States by bombing, by invading,
by attacking in any way. One has only to go into the
countryside and listen to the peasants describe the lives
they led before the revolution to understand why every
bomb that is dropped only strengthens their determination to resist.

I've spoken to many peasants who talked about the days when
their parents had to sell themselves to landlords
as virtually slaves, when there were very few schools and much
illiteracy, inadequate medical care,
when they were not masters of their own lives.

But now, despite the bombs, despite the crimes being created,
being committed against them by Richard
Nixon, these people own their own land, build their own schools
the children learning, literacy- illiteracy is being
wiped out, there is no more prostitution as there was during the
time when this was a French colony. In other
words, the people have taken power into their own hands,
and they are controlling their own lives.

And after 4,000 years of struggling against nature and foreign
invaders, and the last 25 years, prior to the
revolution, of struggling against French colonialism ,
I don't think that the people of Vietnam are about to
compromise in any way, shape or form about the freedom and
independence of their country, and I think
Richard Nixon would do well to read Vietnamese history,
particularly their poetry, and particularly the poetry
written by Ho Chi Minh.

(recording ends]

" F A C T "

from the Revolutionary War to the Persian Gulf War

1775 to 1991




found in the pocket of a fallen Marine
7 June 1969
Ouang Tri Province
Republic of South Vietnam

Take a man and put him alone,
put him twelve thousand miles from home ....

Empty his heart of all but blood,
make him live in sweat and mud ....

This is the life I have to live,
this soul to the Devil I give ....

You have your parties and drink your beer,
while young men are dying over here ....

Paint your signs on the White House lawn,
" Let's all get out of Vietnam " ....

Use your signs and have your fun,
then you refuse to use a gun ....

There is nothing else for you to do,
then I'm supposed to die for you ....

There is one thing that you should know,
and that's where I think you should go ....

I'm already here and it's too late,
I've traded all my love for hate ....

I'll hate you till the day I die,
you made me hear my buddy cry ....

I saw his leg and blood shed,
then I heard them say "this ones dead"

It was a large price for him to pay,
to let YOU live another day ....

He had the guts to fight and die,
to keep the freedom YOU live by ....

By his dying your life he buys,
but who gives a damn if a Marine dies ....


The following was written by the author of this site
shortly after returning home from Vietnam and sent to all
the newspapers I could get addresses for ....

Al Varelas - United States Marine
December 1968

And I Still Feel This Way In The Year 2000


Deep within this Marine, the hatred I have for you has no cure,
you ran and let My Country down, and that's for sure ....

I lived in the jungle where day after day it was death, blood, sweat and tears,
but you really didn't care about me in Vietnam, for you had no fears ....

By day and night you'd protest, party, laugh and play,
while back in Vietnam, "Tom's been killed" I'd hear them say ....

As a Marine I stand Proud and Tall, from My Country, I'd never run,
even though I know Vietnam is not a game, nor is it fun ....

I made alot of friends in Vietnam .... Tom, Bill, Gunner and Joe,
but to visit them now, to Arlington National Cemetary I must go ....

One day I stood in silence overlooking the graves of all who died,
they had served their country with Honor, Dignity and Pride ....

I cried tears one rainy day in Vietnam until I couldn't see,
trying to comfort my dying friend, he said to me, "bye Al, remember me" ....

My close friend had died for his country with Pride, and without shame,
while you went to Canada thinking this was all a game ....

Never shall I consider forgiving you for running away,
to me, your a coward and a disgrace to My Country is all I can say ....

The hatred embedded within me toward cowards like you,
will never be forgotten within me, no matter what you say or do ....

America is My Country, and it's the freedom that I enjoy and love,
and I will serve My Country again if push comes to shove ....

To avoid the draft, you deserted My Country to do nothing but hide,
while American Patriots fight in Vietnam, and many have died ....

You treated me with great dis-respect and dis-honor when I came back,
you smoked your weed, called me filthy names, and manners you did lack ....

War is hell, and we realize that many good men will die,
It breaks my heart to see parents of KIA's break down and cry ....

You don't deserve the freedom that I fought to preserve, you ran to hide,
so stay in Canada cowards, and permanently there reside ....

This Marine shall NEVER forgive you for running, or forget it,
without shame or guilt, upon your grave I shall spit ....


Vietnam Announces Strict Internet Controls
Source: Reuters Ltd.

HANOI - Thursday June 6, 1997

Vietnam has imposed strict rules on use
of the Internet including a ban on direct access by private

Under the rules, which came into effect in late May,
but were not released to journalists until now, the Vietnamese
government would monitor information and subscribers.

Vietnam has limited access to the Internet at present
but has yet to establish a full commercial node.

Under the directive issued by the
General Directorate of Posts and Telecommunications,
subscribers will only be allowed access via companies
which restrict information in accordance with state regulations.

The rules make Internet users legally responsible
for any information they provide or receive.

Despite nearly a decade of reforms and a growing news
media industry, Vietnam still maintains tight control
over the flow of information.

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