My family’s experience with communism
This is one of my dad’s brother’s account of what happened to our family.
You don’t know communism like I do . In fact the communists killed my grandfather. In the 1940’s my grandparents were the so-called bourgeoisie in Vietnam. In 1945 Japan occupied Vietnam, forced the north Vietnamese to grow jutes, a type of textile instead of rice. It was a nasty year of drought. Two millions North Vietnamese died. My dad’s parents were landowner and owned thousands acres of prime farm land, and had rice in their barn, so they fed ten’s thousands of people for two years.
When the commies took over, my dad fled North VN and went to South VN. My grandparents disowned him. You see while my dad was in high school he had a taste of communism, because he was incarcerated by them for 6 months and endured daily torture by them. My grandparents thought that government came and went and they could bribe any of them. Big mistake. Along the Cultural Revolution in 1954. They were put in a kangaroo court. My grandfather was tried in absentia and convicted. He went into hiding and died of starvation. The commies broke my grandma’s arm banned her into a mud hut and forbid her to have a fire for 3 years. They did not give a damn on how she was to live. But the people whom she fed, turned around threw food over the fence and fed her for 3 years.So the 1st thing the commies did was to divide up my grandparents’ prime farming land. Every peasant got a nice parcel. Previously my grandparents rented them out and based on trust asked for 15 to 20% of their harvest. Now the peasants were so excited as they’re now the owner of their land. At the end of the season, the commie official came by and asked these peasants about their harvest. 1956 was a great year, the harvest was great. And everyone was expecting the same deal from their socialist government, meaning to keep 80% of their harvest. NOT. What do you mean? Well, straight out of Marx’s handbook: We’ll give you according to your need. You only got 5 mouths to feed. You don’t really need the other 100 bushels of rice. We’ll keep them for you. Here are 4 bushels and have a good day! After couple of seasons like that, pretty soon, no one was working. Why should they work to feed the other guy? After 3 years, the whole country was poorer than they’d ever been.
That is my family’s history with socialism and communism my FUBU friends. Don’t forget it as you go to vote in November. The POTUS clearly stated that he believes in wealth distribution.
What my uncle also left out was the institutional knowledge of my great-grandparents’ ownership of the massive tracts of land. They planned crop rotation for all the fields. They knew the cyclical nature of the water sources, erosion, flooding, etc. Without that knowledge, not only did people quit planting… the production became extremely poor compared to what it once was. Widespread starvation has decimated Vietnam from time to time… not unlike what is occurring in North Korea now.
While I won’t paint President Obama with the socialist/communist/wealth re-distribution brush that my uncle has, I believe we have to be careful when we make sweeping changes. Losing institutional knowledge is purposefully not learning from the past. Like with my last post about the definition of conservative, I believe in cautious change.