After Highlands Coffee, we visited another VTI franchise,
the Hard Rock Café. We talked to the manager there who told us very briefly
about his business. One thing that I didn’t know was that all of the rock and
roll paraphernalia that lines the walls of every Hard Rock all belongs to the
main headquarters in Orlando, Florida. Whenever a new café opens, they stock it
with items that are stored in a warehouse in Florida. The most expensive
article that the Hard Rock owns is one of John Lennon’s suits, which costs
$500,000 per year to keep in your café. No one is willing to pay that, so the
suit is not on display in a café. After walking around and looking at the
different memorabilia in the Ho Chi Minh City café, including a pair of Adam
Levine’s jeans, one of Jimi Hendrix’s bandanas, and one of Neil Young’s
guitars, we sat down to lunch in the café. We all shared some delicious
American food, including nachos, a plate of appetizers (including wings,
chicken tenders and onion rings), baby-back ribs, salad, and custard for
dessert.
We went to the War Remnants Museum this afternoon. It was
originally called the American War Crimes Museum before the relationship
between Vietnam and America began to improve. The museum was filled with
photographs depicting suffering and destruction caused by the Americans during
the war, as well as some artifacts, including tanks, helicopters, guns, and
shells. As could be expected, American soldiers were portrayed in a vicious
light. The words “U.S. Aggression” were probably printed on over a hundred
plates, and there was no mention of the United States’ trying to support the South
Vietnamese army. A group of us were walking around looking at the
photos and several times Vietnamese people tried to subtly take our picture
looking at the destruction caused by our soldiers.
The first floor was filled with photos of protests around
the world, including countries such as the United States, Korea, Cuba, Uruguay,
Sweden, Germany, Italy, and many more. The second floor was the most
disturbing. There was a room dedicated to the effect of Agent Orange, a poison
sprayed on the countryside. The walls were full of pictures of children that
were born disfigured because either their mother or father had been exposed to
Agent Orange during the war. There was one picture of an American girl whose
father had been exposed as a U.S. soldier. The worst part for me was a tank of
disfigured fetuses floating around. We saw countless photos of Vietnamese
peasants’ dead bodies, some mangled almost beyond recognition. There were
quotations on the walls in both Vietnamese and English describing the horrors
of the war. One quotation that enraged me was taken from the United States
Declaration of Independence: “We hold these truths
to be self-evident, that
all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among
these are Life, Liberty,
and the Pursuit of Happiness.” Next to this quotation were photos of Americans murdering
Vietnamese civilians. It makes me sick to think of Vietnamese children going on
field trips there during elementary school.
I don’t know what exactly to say about the whole
experience. I suppose it is a lesson on the way people view history
differently, how some parts are magnified and others forgotten. The museum
itself certainly would be an interesting study on the psychology of war and
propaganda. Some of the photos reminded me of the reason why the Milgram Shock
Experiment and the Zimbardo Prison Study were conducted and their results. I
felt disgusted, angry, confused, and/or horrified by everything that I saw, but
I think I mostly felt sad. Sad that such atrocities were committed, sad for
those that suffered from them, and sad for those that had to live with themselves
afterwards.
Tonight for dinner we went to a Japanese sushi
bar. I wasn’t too keen on the whole raw fish thing, so I ended up getting
chicken. The restaurant was really classy-looking, and we had to take our shoes
off. The tables were low to the ground with little cushions for us to sit on.
There was space in the floor where our feet hung down, so we didn’t have to sit
cross-legged. We got Sake to drink, which was pretty strong, but good. For
dessert, we went to get ice cream at the same shop as last time. I got vanilla
with chocolate chips this time.
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