members and corrupt cronies. He and his family lived in opulent luxury while
famine swept across the countryside, causing hundreds of thousands to either
defect or starve to death. He was so smug and incompetent that the United
States would have to gradually start intervening to prevent South Vietnam
from imploding, thus starting what Americans now know as the Vietnam War.
But despite how fucking awful Diem was, the Western powers stood by
their man. After all, he was supposed to be one of them, a disciple of the
liberal capitalist religion, standing strong against the Communist onslaught. It
would take years and countless deaths for them to realize that Diem was not
interested in their religion as much as his own.
As with many tyrants, one of Diem’s favorite pastimes was oppressing
and killing people he disagreed with. In this case, being a devout Catholic,
Diem hated Buddhists. The problem was that Vietnam was roughly 80 percent
Buddhist at the time, so that didn’t exactly go over well with the population.
Diem banned Buddhist-related banners and flags. He banned Buddhist
holidays. He refused to provide governmental services to Buddhist
communities. He raided and destroyed pagodas across the country, forcing
hundreds of Buddhist monks into destitution.
The Buddhist monks organized and staged peaceful protests, but these
were shut down of course. Then there were even bigger protests, so Diem
made protesting illegal. When his police forces ordered the Buddhists to
disperse, and the Buddhists refused, the police began to shoot protesters. At
one peaceful march, they even hurled live grenades at groups of unarmed
monks.
Western reporters knew this religious suppression was going on, but they
were concerned primarily with the war with North Vietnam, so it wasn’t
really a priority. Few knew the extent of the problem, and fewer even
bothered to cover the confrontations.
Then, on June 10, 1963, reporters received a cryptic message claiming
that “something important” would occur the next day in Saigon, at a busy
intersection just a few blocks from the presidential palace. The
correspondents didn’t think much of this, and most decided not to go. The
next day, among a few journalists, only two photographers bothered to show
up. One of them forgot his camera.
The other would win a Pulitzer Prize.That day, a small turquoise car festooned with banners demanding religious
freedom led a procession of a few hundred monks and nuns. The monks
chanted. People stopped and watched the procession and then returned to their
business. It was a busy street on a busy day. And by this point, Buddhist