The International Writers Magazine: Vietnam

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In Kon Tum's Ethnic Minority Villages and Orphanages • David Calleja "The ethnic minority people, the Bahnar, Jolong, Rongao and Sirang, are kind and hard working. All we wish for is to be as equal in wealth because we work hard for very little", says my Bahnar guide for the day, Kruh. This is the central Vietnamese city of Kon Tum, the Kruh is darker skinned and tells me that he spent most of his life growing up on a farm. He lost part of his thumb and a toe working in the fields slicing crops at the age of 15, yet believes that his body is as fit and strong as anyone of his age or younger.

For the past 2 years, he has been studying electronics in school and will graduate in 2010. He speaks a high level of English, a language he has been studying for 5 years. The Vietnamese man who taught him how to speak English, Mr. Ho, works at one of the local Vinh Son orphanages, and speaks English, French and Barnah. Yet Kruh sees the process of Vietnamisation as having a detrimental effect on his Bahnar people, where his traditional culture is fading out.
"What do you mean by fading out?" I ask him, as he takes me from village to village.
"You see the housing in the villages, they are not traditional huts. Many of them are made of bricks nowadays."

Taking a looking around the villages where the Bahnar people live, as well as other minorities who converse in a tribal language and not Vietnamese, only rongs or communal houses that have high ceilings retain a form of tradition that is distinguishable in the village.
"We say the higher the roof, the stronger the village", Kruh tells me.

Inside the rongs are coal fireplaces and photos of important ceremonies. In one village I saw, the rong burnt down after it was guttered by fire, and in rebuilding, some of the wood still bears the scars of the day it went up in flames. Keen to show its concern in keeping alive the traditions of ethnic minorities, the Vietnamese authorities gave approval for villages to make their own choice about designs of new rongs. The communal building in Kruh's own village was falling apart so a new one was constructed in 2006. Wood from the forest was used to construct churches, a time consuming process when men would stay away for days to chop down trees, sleep in the forests and then bring back trunks by buffalo and cart. These days, trucks carry back the necessary materials. However, this has led to large areas of deforestation, designated by empty green and brown fields in the mountains visible from the town's roads.

Other buildings that are booming in construction include Catholic churches. Thanks to French missionaries, wooden churches are being erected in villages everywhere, even if they do not adhere to the traditional design. The most famous wooden church in Kon Tum is in Nguyen Hue, designed by the French, and houses an orphanage at the back, which is simply called Vinh Son 1. I would visit the largest orphanage in the village, Vinh Son 2, later in the day.

Bahnar people take their religious worshipping seriously and attend 6.00am Sunday mass without fail. The church is one place where children also learn their native Bahnar language because they are forbidden to learn their mother tongue in Vietnamese schools. Practice in Catholicism is strong, a legacy from the days when the French colonial were administering day-to-day life for everybody in Vietnam. The church has effectively served as a springboard for keeping alive indigenous traditions. There are plenty of photos at the rong depicting ceremonies and showing the efforts made to keep these traditions flowing. Very few, if any, ethnic minority people are Buddhists, and a few are animist.
Kruh takes me on his motorcycle into the low lying mountain areas. We pass fields growing rice, corn and sugar cane, crops Kruh used to farm when he was younger. The Bahnar people have tended to these crops for many years, cultivating the soil and sending crops for consumption in the larger cities. Yet the fruits of labour seem to avoid the workers of the land and benefit the landlords and business owning neighbours who set up corner shops. Kruh instructs that we hop off the bike so he can show me an example.

Within one or two years, the business owners are making the riches that people Kruh living in a poor village can only dream about.  I asked if Bahnars want to get involved in selling goods in shops like these, "We lack the experience and capital required to make enterprises like this work for us", explains Kruh, with a slight voice of discontent. "We see others making money and doing well for their families and I want that opportunity as well, but it is beyond many ethnic people. Sometimes I feel as if we are looked down upon because we only work the land. There is no money to be made in that for people me, which is why I decided not to farm anymore."

It seems like a classic story from ethnic minority groups where the distribution of economic wealth has filtered down to most segments of society but them.

If wealth means having their kids watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre on cable television like one boy was doing as his mother worked serving customers, then this is one lot of riches that Bahnar kids can probably afford to do without.
We continued to walk through the village, passing a construction site which has pillars up. This will soon become the site of a new Catholic Church. Men and women work feverishly to complete the job as soon as possible, not bothered by the heat. I surveyed the housing styles, and very few of them are built like traditional huts. In the past 10 years, more homes have been built with bricks. They can be built in half of the time and with less money if labourers work seven days a week. A bamboo hut costs $2,000 to assemble whereas a brick home costs about $1,000. Even further out of the city, tradition is slowly making way for convenience. I have yet to see the emergence of satellites yet, but I am sure it will not be long.

At the same time, convoys of Vietnamese youths on motorcycles ride past flashing the victory symbol and saying "Hellooooooooooooooooooooo oooo" to me head towards the Daklar River, a popular drinking spot. These are young men and women who travel from cities as part of tour groups to find this quiet spot for lunch and photo opportunities. Currently, the dry season has shortened the width of the Daklar River by two-thirds and water levels have dropped. The river is dirty as years of forest degradation and unseasonal rainfall wash away the hillsides, causing more chunks of mud to fall in. Soon when the rainy season starts, it will be impossible to walk down here at all because the water will get higher, and it will be visible only from the higher hills. Kruh recalls when as a boy, the water was so clear he could drink from it. Nowadays he says, you have to travel further up the mountain to get a more reliable source of clean water.

Our afternoon was specifically reserved for visiting Vinh Son 2, a Catholic orphanage. This is the largest of the orphanages in town and houses 200 children between the ages of 6-8 months to 19 years. The definition, explains the manager of the orphanage, Sister Jane, does not just refer to children who have lost a mother and/or father. It includes anyone who has been displaced from their home due to economic hardships, where parents and households have found it so difficult to cope with the costs of living, they have made the difficult decision of placing their offspring in an orphanage to be looked after. The orphanage doubles as a permanent daycare for children who attend school during the semester and return home for holidays. They attend school in the morning and have the afternoon to themselves. Upon reaching 15, teenagers spend time working in the fields adjoining the school throughout the day and attend night school to complete their education. The orphanage I am seeing is in the most need of assistance.  The price of feeding all the children for one day is 400,000 Vietnamese Dong ($USD25), and although the cost of rice is subsidised, the greatest concern is for those who cannot be fed, especially the infants.

I ventured into the children's quarters for 10 minutes to see the aftermath for those who struggle to eat frequently enough. Against the wall were 4 children aged 5 or 6 years old sleeping in cots with steel cages designed for children half their age. Their growth was stunted and they were small for their age, resting with eyes open or struggling with the afternoon heat. One girl lay there with open sores on her leg, flies buzzing around her. A solitary elderly woman adopting the dual role of nanny and nurse was tending to a newborn child, watching over five other children younger than three years of age and entrusting four girls aged between eight and twelve to look after the children who were in a more serious condition. With the number of children in orphanages, particularly from a younger age that live here, one of the English teachers at Vinh Son 1 Orphanage explained the clampdown by authorities against foreigners travelling to Vietnam wishing to adopt village-born children and Vietnamese couples unable to conceive. Children without parents would now be permitted to live with extended family of such as aunties and uncles in the absence of direct family members, and upon reaching the age of 19 when they would be expected to leave the orphanage, would be given a plot of land in their original village to farm.

I thanked Sister Jane for her time at the orphanage, made a financial donation and left for the day. One day I would like to come back here and volunteer some time to teach English.

Before my day had finished, Kruh told me, "The ethnic minorities are good people, kind people that want the same success as Vietnamese have. I spent time in the army during the war, I served my country and I am proud to be Vietnamese. But I also have my Bahnar roots too and I commit myself to upholding my traditions as much as I commit myself to the country I live in." If I could make it here again, he promised, next time we will go to the more obscure mountains and see the plight of those in greater desperation.
"Wouldn't that be dangerous for you?" I asked.
"No, because I want you to see how we live so that you can bring more people here so I can show them our story", he responded. "I am not afraid to take risks. But the decision to stay silent and not aim to have the same rights and privileges as other groups living in Vietnam presents a risk that will be too late to redress if no action is taken now."

© David Calleja December 2008
davidcalleja1973@yahoo.com.au

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