What Vietnam doesn't want us to see Waves against the rocks, Danang, by Robert Bociaga

What Vietnam doesn’t want us to see

Time to adventure back to the sea…The fishermen are getting ready. They load their repaired nets back to the boats, anchored at Da Nang Bay. The smell of the breeze blends with exhaust fumes from the busy road, whereas the waves fight to drown out the noise of the engines. With vigour, some boats are pushed out of the shallows at the routinely scorching sun. This everyday scene takes place against the backdrop of skyscrapers situated 10 km away from the city centre.

The wave of transformation looms over Da Nang
The wave of transformation looms over Da Nang (Photo by Robert Bociaga – his photos are available for purchase http://robert-bociaga.com/galleries.html)

But, can the Vietnamese people simply shrug off the past and build a free market country under the authoritarian regime?

At the end of 2019, I settled down for three months in Da Nang, Vietnam’s most livable city that has become the symbol of the rapid transformations.

Vietnam’s tourism sector

…is an important pillar of the country’s economic development, contributing six per cent to the country’s GDP. Before the Coronavirus spread, the rising number of visitors has been a reason to take pride in the communist party’s reforms which were meant to change the country’s image.

However, despite these marketing campaigns, there is no guarantee that the natural resources and 90-kilometre-long seacoast will be exploited sustainably. In 2016, the neighbouring provinces saw the marine life disaster of unprecedented sizes, causing a number of protests, which the government tried to suppress.

Da Nang Vietnam A short glance away from the Hai Van Pass
A short glance away from the Hai Van Pass, renowned for its panoramic views over the Bay (Photo by Robert Bociaga – his photos are available for purchase http://robert-bociaga.com/galleries.html)
Glancing toward the Annamite Mountains

I observe the excavators arduously pouring heaps of sand to develop the seaside. Workers are covered from head to toe to shield themselves from the beams of light when painting in white the balustrade between the beach and the cement pavement. When the sun sluggishly goes down, the ocean of vehicles rushing through the highway will shelter a few individual sellers in the seclusion of the roadside.

Packed with the newcomers from villages, Da Nang bursts at the seams. Mushrooming construction sites claim increasingly more land. Plants retaliate and often win the battle, where humans forgot the purpose of cementing the surroundings.

Vietnam, remaining strongly agricultural gets stuffed with high-rise buildings housing Chinese-oriented hotels and business centres. Thay Thoi, a 21-year-old student approaches me to practice English. Despite inflated prices, he found affordable accommodation away from Da Nang’s city centre. Kneaded in the countryside, but baked in urbanised areas, migrants need to adapt to the new environment. Faithful to their habits, they proudly hang out the washed underwear and trousers in front of their houses to display.

The forest of cables stretched across electricity poles shapes the industrialised landscape.

At their feet, rat families play around the scattered garbage bags forming a new geometrical harmony with abandoned furniture. Place of action: narrow streets with movable market stalls every few steps.

The rising pile of trash on the streets proclaims that waste collection poses a cumbersome undertaking for Da Nang. Low fees for residential waste collection do not encourage waste reduction. This additionally aggravates the issue of the limited capacity of the local landfills.

Suffocating smoke spreads all over the streets and the smell of fridge-sized hog, roasting at the crammed pavement hits the nostrils of every passerby. Karaoke music thunders through the speakers, stifling other voices indiscriminately.

Slipping away to the tiny streets of the neighbourhoods, I am greeted by the elders of the family guarding the house gates in full serenity.

Venerated almost as saints, they will be commemorated after death at the special altar in the interior of the house.

Officially committed to the Marxist-Leninist doctrine, the Communist government funds the construction of splendid Buddhist temples in public spaces, making it de facto state religion.

“Religion may be the opium for the masses but it turns out that it is useful in promoting values such as public order,” Tai admits. He adds that the members of the party must be atheists but Vietnam has an open policy toward religion.

“In the past, the churches of Da Nang had lost a chunk of its land and properties to the government without compensation,” Vo Lynh says.

“Nowadays, we experience some limitations when we celebrate Christmas; but more importantly, we never envy Buddhists.” Ethnic minorities living in Vietnam’s countryside have been enjoying a much less favourable policy. Montagnards, indigenous, largely Christianized tribal people from the central highlands, not far from Da Nang, suffer persecution for their religious beliefs.

Not dwelling in the past, but instead focusing on the present moment determines the core of traits of the Vietnamese psyche. The United States offers money to the victims of Agents Orange, which still causes deadly diseases. The endeavours to wash off the shame of this chemical used during WW2 are observed stoically.

Predictably, the current problems inflame the minds much more ferociously.

Unconstrained when speaking to a foreigner,

Danangese folks declare they are unsettled by the Chinese influence on their government and economy. The fact that many strategic projects are assigned to them has been stirring murmured protests.

“Nowadays, people not affiliated with us anticipate that our Catholic leaders will find a way of dealing with the local and central government in crisis situations.” Vo Lynh also stresses that the doubt in the state news agencies is omnipresent.

It is the social media that plays an increasingly vital role in discussing relevant subjects. The Internet serves as an outlet for political activism, and Vietnam has one of the highest rates of social media. Notwithstanding, the party seeks ways of limiting social activism, by drafting laws aimed at news sites and blogs with dangerous content.

The crackdown on critics has been executed in line with a penal code prohibiting “making, storing, disseminating or propagandising materials and products that aim to oppose the State of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam”.

Basket boats, an example of impressive engineering, dot the waters of Da Nang 2
Basket boats, an example of impressive engineering, dot the waters of Da Nang (Photo by Robert Bociaga – his photos are available for purchase http://robert-bociaga.com/galleries.html)

As a result, the number of prisoners of conscience has peaked up by a third, as reported by Amnesty International.

Truong Tran, a 39-year-old engineer and other interviewees, whose real identities, I need to keep confidential, still remember Nguyen Ba Thanh, their only beloved Communist party leader from Da Nang. In a hushed voice, they reveal that he died unexpectedly. Presumably the outcome of his anti-corruption actions…

Danangese people are fraught with hardships and sacrifices but continue their struggle with every dawn. The worst is behind them and the future belongs to the brave ones. As they say, the wind is on the side of the ablest sailor.

Robert Bociaga Photographer and Writer

This article was orriginally published at Medium.com

Robert Bociaga ( www.robert-bociaga.com ) is a travelling photojournalist specialising in International Affairs.

He was featured in The Diplomat and Nikkei Asian Review.

Based in South East Asia, his focus lies on economic and social issues around culture change, urbanization, political marginalisation, poverty, religion, and destruction of nature.

He holds a master’s degree in Law.


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