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Hanoi. City of the Rising Dragon.
Maryland, Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.,
2002, 187 p.
with G. Boudarel (1926-2003), foreword by William J. Duiker,
translated by Claire Duiker
Hanoi. City of the Rising Dragon.
Maryland, Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.,
2002, 187 p.
with G. Boudarel (1926-2003), foreword by William J. Duiker,
translated by Claire Duiker
§ A City which Remembers
Invasion upon Invasion
Throughout
its history Hanoi has been plagued by foreign invasions and was
ravaged by bitter power struggles between the 13
th and
19
th centuries: the Mongols invaded twice in the 13
th
century (1285 and 1287) before being definitively pushed back by the
Tran, who won a decisive naval victory on the river Bach Dang ;
the Chams made two incursions towards the end of the 14
th
century; then it was the Ming in 1406, and finally the French who
took power in 1882. Once the colonial authorities were well
established, they razed the citadel which had been rebuilt only fifty
years earlier. The Imperial City was thus reduced to a simple
watchtower (
cot co). Such actions incurred the lasting enmity
of the local inhabitants: “Hanoi is not a holy land in the
religious sense of the term, but a sacred land,” wrote Nguyen
Tuan, “Any foreigner who offends it must pay for it with his
life”
8.
Francis
Garnier and Henri Rivière were two Frenchmen who paid with
their lives for their transgressions. Garnier, a young French
military officer who seized Hanoi with a small detachment in the
early 1870s, was killed in a skirmish with Vietnamese forces on the
Bridge of Paper. Ten years later, during a second assault of the
city, Henri Rivière met the same fate in the same place. But
the fate of the citadel’s defenders was not any less dramatic:
Hoang Dieu and Nguyen Tri Phuong both committed suicide before the
advancing colonial French forces. The event was memorialized in a
poem by an anonymous author.
“Homage”
to Henri Rivière
I remember him
He had curly hair
He had a long nose
He whistled for his dog
His home was decorated with bottles
In his garden, he grew nothing but grass
He came to the village of Mat Do
To fight the Black Flags
In order to restore tranquility to the people
Who would have thought they would cut his head off?
And take it with them
Leaving his body there
We obey the decisions of the court . . .
To venerate you: a diet of bananas
A round of alcohol, a basket of eggs
Bon appétit, Sir
Let nothing trouble your tranquility
What misery is your lot!
Shit on them!
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