When will daddy go home?
The story of the son of blogger Dieu-Cay Nguyen-Van-Hai
"When will daddy go home?" - My young sister Bi (baby Yen) was again anxious to question at dinner. I kept eating and did not say anything, while my mom turn on TV to hear the news. I did not know how many times this question had repeated since my father is arrested in April 2008. I also did not remember my mother and I have answered her how many times in silence. Three persons and a dog usually have dinner while hearing talk and laugh of the TV as such.
The days before the hearing on September 24, 2012, police continued to ask and send the invitation with ridiculous contents. The "homeless" (police in dirty civil clothes) were around the house front to watch, to eat, lo lie down, to sit on the car or on the sidewalks. Anyone just steps out the house can hear their shouts, their callings each other to block or chase closely someone by motorcycle. They can be so close that you can smell the fetid breath of these living machines with cigarettes. My mother and I would have guessed an extremely unfair judgment because police had turn the green light to support the thugs to beat my mother in Bac Lieu, as well as to attack me while I drive my motorcycle. They expessed openly to threat.
5AM of my father trial date on September 24:
In front of my closing apartment gate, some police, security people, and 5 plainclothes were sitting, laughing, and sharing cigarettes on a dedicated truck, ever since. The road was empty, and they talked, laugh so loudly that anyone could hear from the balcony. But, rather curious to hear what they happily say, I started to think about how they would arrest me and my sister...
Pickup and the "homeless"
6AM:
My sister and I had prepared to go to school and court. I simply thought: "My sister going school is important, I am free without violating any law. I have been prohibited to go to school, I wonder if they have lost their humanity to prohibit my sister? That I take her to school is not afraid." But I was wrong! As soon as my sister and I just got out, the watching guy called 7 others, uniform and plain clothes, rushed to arrest me. The guy wearing yellow T-shirts locked my motorcycle, pulled out the key, and asked: "Where do you go? You wear this black T-shirt is violating the law and will be arrested." Probably, anyone can guess I will ask them such innocent questions:"Is anything wrong for wearing a black T-shirt?", "what law did I violate?", "who are you?"... But instead of answering, they all together violently attacked and pushed me inside the car while an arrogant plainclothes guy was holding phone to record.
My sister Bi was crying. A plainclothes guy was waving an uniform security who blocked the apartment gate to come. This man proposed: "you go with me". I did not think that was a good idea, looking back and told my sister: "going inside the house to protect yourself" while these anonymous persons, claiming to be the police, twisted my hands behind my back and kicked the legs as such to catch a wild animal... I did not know my sister Bi hear what I had said in the middle of nonsense shouting of these bad guys? I only remembered when I looked back, I could see my sister crying next to the stair. All my neighbors in these apartments "accidentally" witnessing, also in a hurry, passed by through the aggressive crowd.
Close to the side of the road, I was squeezed into the iron bar of the pickup truck. I shouted, "Did I do something wrong?" many times, as a test to measure for the level of indifference of passers-by. Indifference or fear?! Probably are the same for the professional and machinery act of these guys, wearing no uniform, no name, and, above all, they are not responsible for anything they do. Al thought alone by myself, I continued innocently shouting: "Did I do something wrong?" until I was pushed into the pickup truck. These anonymous guys hurriedly replied in both body language and words. They kicked, they hit on my body and said: "F... you! How wrong?, How wrong?" ...
Regional police, precinct police, and security people with familiar faces in the neighborhood where I live, were present. They did not directly to involve in beating me, but very enthusiastically support to block and chase curious people away.
The "anonymous"
I, Nguyen Tri Dung, who do not have the rights and obligations to involve in the trial, but also the son of my accused father. I am the person should have an invitation letter to the court to attend and endorse evidence charges when necessary. I should not be absent at this "public" trial, but was first "kidnapped" on September 24.
Clip of police arrest me
Less than three minutes later:
The pickup started to run fast to the police station, two plainclothes with fertility breathing pinned me to the back seat. I suddenly thought of my father the day he was pinned, probably in the same way, throughout the beginning of 2008, when he left Da Lat City to emergency medical treatment, and was arrested on April 19, 2008, just nine days after Beijing Olympic torch celebrated in Ho Chi Minh City.
I got out of the pickup. Looking around, I could see all precinct police, security people, and anonymous plainclothes. The smell of cigarette smoke burning in the wind, they were waiting for my black T-shirt, ever since. I stood up straight so they were carefully looking at, when Mr. Trần-Song-Nam directing two anonymous plainclothes drag me into the "meeting" room. These two guys that I know, because they always sit in front porch of my apartment day by night, to report whenever any journalists, human rights protection organizations, foreign political officials ... coming to Vietnam in order to be able to meet my family. I willingly convert their job as the functions of an alarm, whenever they are present, means there is something I need to know.
These two plainclothes sit in front of me and asked some vague questions. I answered these questions by asking "am I doing something wrong?", then they stopped talking, took the phone out shooting at me and smirked.
Voice of conversation of the Motorola phone in the pocket had interrupted the talk: "reporting A2, seven people dressed in black came out from Kỳ Đồng Church". One guy hurriedly pulled down the volume, but the other guy from outside of the iron bars answered with echo, had given me to understand completely the rest of the conservation: "Arrest them right where they are waiting, try not to pull the fence..." Two plainclothes hurried out, but not forgetting to wave a security guy to lock the door, and sit down watching me "the prisoner".
To satisfy my curiosity, I eared on through the bars of the window to listen to the happenings of the arrest echoed by cell phones, as like as a child hiding behind the scenes, to listen a soap opera without paying tickets. I had heard all black T-shirts to come out from all directions, but one by one had been arrested to the police station or accompanied to home. The voice came from a middle age southerner, directing by phone: "Told them if they want to go to police station or to go home?", "They are arrested for seizing the public pavement, obstructing traffic", or "They are arrested for administrative check".
8:20AM:
Suddenly, the police headquarters at Ward 6, District 3, became noisy. From the bars of window, I could see some pickups driving into the Ward. I could witness my mother was pulled out by four plainclothes by twisting her hands. She fiercely resisted because they arrested her with ridiculous reasons. In the mean time, with blunt words, a middle-age guy with white shirt constantly directed all plainclothes to join in: "beat her to death". My mother and all people with the black T-shirts only screamed hopelessly. Blogger Thục Vi, two sisters Tạ Minh Tú and Tạ Khởi Phụng, were pulled and pushed one by one. Father Thanh of Dòng Chúa Cứu Thế Church, carrying Tú's baby son, also was escorted by two traffic police, into the yard of headquarters. I boredly yelled then hold breath to witness one bye one dragged across the yard. Each one was pushed to a different room. The noise was quietly reduced. Intermittently, I could hear the screams or kicking door noises which made my imaginations to be overwhelmed: "Was it hurt, mom? How is everyone?"
There was a uniform police with punk head, stepping in. He wiped the sweat of his chin with his shoulder shirt. This guy looked at the security guy who was sitting and watching "the prisoner", and said: "F..k! same as soldiers at the battle".
Near 9AM (from behind the bars):
Ward's phone rang continuously that made police Lieutenant Colonel Vũ Văn Hiển irritate: "Why did no one pick up the phone?" The voice of a woman who I could not see her face, answered: "There was a guy calling to see Mr. Nam, and resistantly questioned: why police arrested people." Then, without thinking, Mr. Hiển picked up the phone then said right a way: "No one was arrested here", and hung up. (After this, accidentally, one of my friends told me a person with nickname "Anh5Anh7" had constantly called with a demand to release all arrested people. I would like to say thanks to anyone who has concerned and acted at the right time, as such.)
Perhaps, very psychologically, a police without wearing name, knew that I was bored, came to investigate me twice. The first time, this guy threw paper and pen on the table and said: "Write the report". I asked: "Report! What did I do something wrong?", then I was hilarious by his following answer: "Why were you arrested then you have to report! All the men arrested you, I did not know, they were not the police from this ward. Now, police of this ward asks, then you have to answer."
(Translated by Mylinhng@aol.com)
The story of the son of blogger Dieu-Cay Nguyen-Van-Hai
"When will daddy go home?" - My young sister Bi (baby Yen) was again anxious to question at dinner. I kept eating and did not say anything, while my mom turn on TV to hear the news. I did not know how many times this question had repeated since my father is arrested in April 2008. I also did not remember my mother and I have answered her how many times in silence. Three persons and a dog usually have dinner while hearing talk and laugh of the TV as such.
The days before the hearing on September 24, 2012, police continued to ask and send the invitation with ridiculous contents. The "homeless" (police in dirty civil clothes) were around the house front to watch, to eat, lo lie down, to sit on the car or on the sidewalks. Anyone just steps out the house can hear their shouts, their callings each other to block or chase closely someone by motorcycle. They can be so close that you can smell the fetid breath of these living machines with cigarettes. My mother and I would have guessed an extremely unfair judgment because police had turn the green light to support the thugs to beat my mother in Bac Lieu, as well as to attack me while I drive my motorcycle. They expessed openly to threat.
5AM of my father trial date on September 24:
In front of my closing apartment gate, some police, security people, and 5 plainclothes were sitting, laughing, and sharing cigarettes on a dedicated truck, ever since. The road was empty, and they talked, laugh so loudly that anyone could hear from the balcony. But, rather curious to hear what they happily say, I started to think about how they would arrest me and my sister...
Pickup and the "homeless"
6AM:
My sister and I had prepared to go to school and court. I simply thought: "My sister going school is important, I am free without violating any law. I have been prohibited to go to school, I wonder if they have lost their humanity to prohibit my sister? That I take her to school is not afraid." But I was wrong! As soon as my sister and I just got out, the watching guy called 7 others, uniform and plain clothes, rushed to arrest me. The guy wearing yellow T-shirts locked my motorcycle, pulled out the key, and asked: "Where do you go? You wear this black T-shirt is violating the law and will be arrested." Probably, anyone can guess I will ask them such innocent questions:"Is anything wrong for wearing a black T-shirt?", "what law did I violate?", "who are you?"... But instead of answering, they all together violently attacked and pushed me inside the car while an arrogant plainclothes guy was holding phone to record.
My sister Bi was crying. A plainclothes guy was waving an uniform security who blocked the apartment gate to come. This man proposed: "you go with me". I did not think that was a good idea, looking back and told my sister: "going inside the house to protect yourself" while these anonymous persons, claiming to be the police, twisted my hands behind my back and kicked the legs as such to catch a wild animal... I did not know my sister Bi hear what I had said in the middle of nonsense shouting of these bad guys? I only remembered when I looked back, I could see my sister crying next to the stair. All my neighbors in these apartments "accidentally" witnessing, also in a hurry, passed by through the aggressive crowd.
Close to the side of the road, I was squeezed into the iron bar of the pickup truck. I shouted, "Did I do something wrong?" many times, as a test to measure for the level of indifference of passers-by. Indifference or fear?! Probably are the same for the professional and machinery act of these guys, wearing no uniform, no name, and, above all, they are not responsible for anything they do. Al thought alone by myself, I continued innocently shouting: "Did I do something wrong?" until I was pushed into the pickup truck. These anonymous guys hurriedly replied in both body language and words. They kicked, they hit on my body and said: "F... you! How wrong?, How wrong?" ...
Regional police, precinct police, and security people with familiar faces in the neighborhood where I live, were present. They did not directly to involve in beating me, but very enthusiastically support to block and chase curious people away.
The "anonymous"
I, Nguyen Tri Dung, who do not have the rights and obligations to involve in the trial, but also the son of my accused father. I am the person should have an invitation letter to the court to attend and endorse evidence charges when necessary. I should not be absent at this "public" trial, but was first "kidnapped" on September 24.
Clip of police arrest me
Less than three minutes later:
The pickup started to run fast to the police station, two plainclothes with fertility breathing pinned me to the back seat. I suddenly thought of my father the day he was pinned, probably in the same way, throughout the beginning of 2008, when he left Da Lat City to emergency medical treatment, and was arrested on April 19, 2008, just nine days after Beijing Olympic torch celebrated in Ho Chi Minh City.
I got out of the pickup. Looking around, I could see all precinct police, security people, and anonymous plainclothes. The smell of cigarette smoke burning in the wind, they were waiting for my black T-shirt, ever since. I stood up straight so they were carefully looking at, when Mr. Trần-Song-Nam directing two anonymous plainclothes drag me into the "meeting" room. These two guys that I know, because they always sit in front porch of my apartment day by night, to report whenever any journalists, human rights protection organizations, foreign political officials ... coming to Vietnam in order to be able to meet my family. I willingly convert their job as the functions of an alarm, whenever they are present, means there is something I need to know.
These two plainclothes sit in front of me and asked some vague questions. I answered these questions by asking "am I doing something wrong?", then they stopped talking, took the phone out shooting at me and smirked.
Voice of conversation of the Motorola phone in the pocket had interrupted the talk: "reporting A2, seven people dressed in black came out from Kỳ Đồng Church". One guy hurriedly pulled down the volume, but the other guy from outside of the iron bars answered with echo, had given me to understand completely the rest of the conservation: "Arrest them right where they are waiting, try not to pull the fence..." Two plainclothes hurried out, but not forgetting to wave a security guy to lock the door, and sit down watching me "the prisoner".
To satisfy my curiosity, I eared on through the bars of the window to listen to the happenings of the arrest echoed by cell phones, as like as a child hiding behind the scenes, to listen a soap opera without paying tickets. I had heard all black T-shirts to come out from all directions, but one by one had been arrested to the police station or accompanied to home. The voice came from a middle age southerner, directing by phone: "Told them if they want to go to police station or to go home?", "They are arrested for seizing the public pavement, obstructing traffic", or "They are arrested for administrative check".
8:20AM:
Suddenly, the police headquarters at Ward 6, District 3, became noisy. From the bars of window, I could see some pickups driving into the Ward. I could witness my mother was pulled out by four plainclothes by twisting her hands. She fiercely resisted because they arrested her with ridiculous reasons. In the mean time, with blunt words, a middle-age guy with white shirt constantly directed all plainclothes to join in: "beat her to death". My mother and all people with the black T-shirts only screamed hopelessly. Blogger Thục Vi, two sisters Tạ Minh Tú and Tạ Khởi Phụng, were pulled and pushed one by one. Father Thanh of Dòng Chúa Cứu Thế Church, carrying Tú's baby son, also was escorted by two traffic police, into the yard of headquarters. I boredly yelled then hold breath to witness one bye one dragged across the yard. Each one was pushed to a different room. The noise was quietly reduced. Intermittently, I could hear the screams or kicking door noises which made my imaginations to be overwhelmed: "Was it hurt, mom? How is everyone?"
There was a uniform police with punk head, stepping in. He wiped the sweat of his chin with his shoulder shirt. This guy looked at the security guy who was sitting and watching "the prisoner", and said: "F..k! same as soldiers at the battle".
Near 9AM (from behind the bars):
Ward's phone rang continuously that made police Lieutenant Colonel Vũ Văn Hiển irritate: "Why did no one pick up the phone?" The voice of a woman who I could not see her face, answered: "There was a guy calling to see Mr. Nam, and resistantly questioned: why police arrested people." Then, without thinking, Mr. Hiển picked up the phone then said right a way: "No one was arrested here", and hung up. (After this, accidentally, one of my friends told me a person with nickname "Anh5Anh7" had constantly called with a demand to release all arrested people. I would like to say thanks to anyone who has concerned and acted at the right time, as such.)
Perhaps, very psychologically, a police without wearing name, knew that I was bored, came to investigate me twice. The first time, this guy threw paper and pen on the table and said: "Write the report". I asked: "Report! What did I do something wrong?", then I was hilarious by his following answer: "Why were you arrested then you have to report! All the men arrested you, I did not know, they were not the police from this ward. Now, police of this ward asks, then you have to answer."
Then I clearly said: "Police's pickup truck and ward's
police, all together came to arrest me, I am demanding the reason I was
arrested. And now, you demand the opposite, I give up". Being
quiet for a few seconds, this guy left me alone, but when he turn his back, not
to forget to leave some words: "Now, do sit down if you don't want
to write the report, if you are bored in sitting, then going
home." Then he waved to a security guy to lock the door and carry
an iron chair against it. The second time, at the time Mr. Hiển standing outside
the window bars ordered "Confiscate black T-shirt, record
it", this same previous police guy entered, said:
"Wearing this black T-shirt violated the law, you take it off by
your self." But he still could not answer my demand:
"Wearing this black T-shirt violated which law?" Then
he left, without forgetting his threat: "If you don't take off, we
will use coercive force..."
Black T-shirts "FREE" is predatory
2PM:
Saying was doing. Mr. Vũ Văn Hiển, all together with 5 security guys and some plainclothes had come to the door to "meet". My mother, was detained in the other room, had been released and demanded to go home immediately. Knowing me still inside, she came to help but was blocked by Mr. Hiển and some security guys. As soon as, a security guy opened the door and pulled the iron chair against it, one guy with blue pullover came with a threat voice: "Now, I tell you gently to take off your shirt, no one wants to do the hard way." I said: "Wearing this black T-shirt does not violate any law", then I got the answer: "Trial have reached the verdict, wearing this T-shirt is violating the law." I frankly said: "Use coercive force if you want to, I do nothing wrong, I don't take it off by myself." A security guy jumped into, pulling my black T-shirt, strangely said: "Yeah, It's easy for you to take it off by yourself like that." I guessed they were recording to disguise the evidence they did not force me, then I shouted: "I didn't take off by myself." During this, Mr. vũ Văn Hiển was blocking my mother out, turn back and bluntly said: "You believe that I can break your neck (vulgar language), freedom is cock..." He urged other people to force me, my black T-shirt was pulled out immediately. The second time, this guy wearing green T-shirt jumped to clasp my neck down with coercive force . They used coercive force to put on their shirt which has been prepared. Watching them struggle with me, but they won't be able to put on, Mr. Hiển shouted: "F..k, let him strip to go home". And that was the last sentence I had heard, before leaving the police headquarter at War 6, District 3, on September 24, with full of memories...
With my mom Duong Thi Tan
My mother and I walked to home, extremely angry, she let me know they hurriedly to accuse my father with sentence verdict: 12 years in state prison and 5 years under house prison. So, after a long period of detention (more than 4 years in prison) and investigation record, the trial was so short in time record, concluded by an unfair judgment of any public record.
My lawyer has updated and let my mom and I know through pithy lines:
- No questions and answers between lawyers and witnesses, as there were no questions and answers between the witness and the accused.
- All lawyers were interrupted while reading the defense, the defendant was interrupted while speaking.
- Witnesses (the only things that are used to charge) were present only 3 of 10, and the judge was not able to cite the paper "for absence" of the remaining witnesses when lawyers requested.
- Evidence "propaganda" or the "serious harm" was not explained, though many times my father and lawyer request ...
- The trial of five and a half hours for judgment, had been already calculated to push my father to the threshold of "average life expectancy of the country" which is 70 years old.
- Too many thoughts in my head, instead of anger, I quietly walked away. Do-not-care people in this city seemed finding a little bit in concern, they pointed, laugh, and talked. I went home with half naked body, together with my mom, while the sky began cloudy with afternoon rain.
Nguyễn Trí Dũng
danlambaovn.blogspot.com
10/13/2012
(Translated by Mylinhng@aol.com)
Black T-shirts "FREE" is predatory
2PM:
Saying was doing. Mr. Vũ Văn Hiển, all together with 5 security guys and some plainclothes had come to the door to "meet". My mother, was detained in the other room, had been released and demanded to go home immediately. Knowing me still inside, she came to help but was blocked by Mr. Hiển and some security guys. As soon as, a security guy opened the door and pulled the iron chair against it, one guy with blue pullover came with a threat voice: "Now, I tell you gently to take off your shirt, no one wants to do the hard way." I said: "Wearing this black T-shirt does not violate any law", then I got the answer: "Trial have reached the verdict, wearing this T-shirt is violating the law." I frankly said: "Use coercive force if you want to, I do nothing wrong, I don't take it off by myself." A security guy jumped into, pulling my black T-shirt, strangely said: "Yeah, It's easy for you to take it off by yourself like that." I guessed they were recording to disguise the evidence they did not force me, then I shouted: "I didn't take off by myself." During this, Mr. vũ Văn Hiển was blocking my mother out, turn back and bluntly said: "You believe that I can break your neck (vulgar language), freedom is cock..." He urged other people to force me, my black T-shirt was pulled out immediately. The second time, this guy wearing green T-shirt jumped to clasp my neck down with coercive force . They used coercive force to put on their shirt which has been prepared. Watching them struggle with me, but they won't be able to put on, Mr. Hiển shouted: "F..k, let him strip to go home". And that was the last sentence I had heard, before leaving the police headquarter at War 6, District 3, on September 24, with full of memories...
With my mom Duong Thi Tan
My mother and I walked to home, extremely angry, she let me know they hurriedly to accuse my father with sentence verdict: 12 years in state prison and 5 years under house prison. So, after a long period of detention (more than 4 years in prison) and investigation record, the trial was so short in time record, concluded by an unfair judgment of any public record.
My lawyer has updated and let my mom and I know through pithy lines:
- No questions and answers between lawyers and witnesses, as there were no questions and answers between the witness and the accused.
- All lawyers were interrupted while reading the defense, the defendant was interrupted while speaking.
- Witnesses (the only things that are used to charge) were present only 3 of 10, and the judge was not able to cite the paper "for absence" of the remaining witnesses when lawyers requested.
- Evidence "propaganda" or the "serious harm" was not explained, though many times my father and lawyer request ...
- The trial of five and a half hours for judgment, had been already calculated to push my father to the threshold of "average life expectancy of the country" which is 70 years old.
- Too many thoughts in my head, instead of anger, I quietly walked away. Do-not-care people in this city seemed finding a little bit in concern, they pointed, laugh, and talked. I went home with half naked body, together with my mom, while the sky began cloudy with afternoon rain.
Nguyễn Trí Dũng
danlambaovn.blogspot.com
10/13/2012
(Translated by Mylinhng@aol.com)
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