By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
What Pinter said of his plays--that "there are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what false"--offered literary-minded journalists a refuge from the clash between what they saw in the field and what they heard at the five o'clock follies in downtown Saigon, where American colonels reviewed the previous 24 hours of "Free World Military Activity." They reported it all and tried to keep their opinions to themselves.
It was the rare voice who confessed, as Mary McCarthy did in a dispatch to the New York Review of Books in 1967, "that when I went to Vietnam.......I was looking for material damaging to the American interest and that I found it, though often by accident or in the process of being briefed by an official." More typical of the pieces collected by the Library of America in Reporting Vietnam is this observation by Associated Press reporter Malcolm Browne, after a massacre of South Vietnamese government troops by the Vietcong in the Ca Mau Peninsula in 1962. The bodies were laid out on the ground:
The sun was setting again and Pat Boone was singing from the tower loudspeaker. I asked an officer if he couldn't turn the damned thing off.
"Sure, but it's better not to. Our people here don't care. And for the Viet Cong out there, it's a sign we're still alive and still able to resist."
American journalists learned to savor the absurdities of the war, which somehow absolved them of judgment and saved them the risk of breaking ranks, of crying out and spoiling the Emperor's parade. If you were a reporter in Vietnam, collecting your credentials at the U.S. Military Command, hitching a ride on military aircraft ("Come on, we'll take you up and get you shot at"), you were part of the team. Like TheNew York Times's Neil Sheehan, you were proud of the young American pilots sitting at the controls, and "grateful for the opportunity to witness this adventure and to report it"--even after you learned that the "military structures" reportedly destroyed by American fighter bombers were peasant huts.
In "Not a Dove, but No Longer a Hawk," which we antiwarriors read with horror when it appeared in TheNew York Times Magazine in October 1966, Sheehan went on to acknowledge that "American strategy in Vietnam consists of creating a killing machine.......in the hope that over the years enough killing will be done to force the enemy's collapse through exhaustion and despair." He wrung his hands over "what we are doing to ourselves," and hoped that "we will not, in the name of some anti-Communist crusade, do this again." Yet he didn't "see how we [could] do anything but continue to prosecute the war," for fear that a "precipitate retreat" would "degenerate into a rout."
It was that papal "we" and the old Communist-bloodbath argument that mired Sheehan, along with a good many other reporters represented here, in the Cold War pieties of three consecutive war administrations. (Or so we saw it at Viet-Report, a magazine I edited in New York in the mid '60s.) Given their employers--the Washington Post, AP, The New York Times, Newsweek, and the Chicago Tribune chief among them--perhaps this allegiance is not surprising. There are exceptions, such as Jonathan Schell's painstaking account of the destruction of Quang Ngai province, written for TheNew Yorker (and published as the book The Military Half), which dives into the heart of the "fantastic fact that we are destroying, seemingly by inadvertence, the very country we are supposedly protecting"--without once wagging a finger at that "we."
There are a few hawks, too (besides the New York Herald Tribune's Joe Alsop). The French correspondent Bernard Fall, a veteran reporter of the first Indochina war who had distanced himself from official policy by the time he was killed by a land mine in Hue in 1967, planted the seed for "direct retaliation against North Vietnam" in 1962 in the SaturdayEvening Post when he wrote that "while Ho's guerrillas in South Vietnam can elude American air power, his factories in North Vietnam are extremely vulnerable to it."
As for the romance with ambiguity, to one degree or another it engages the writing of David Halberstam, Jonathan Randal, and James P. Sterba (all New York Times), along with Malcolm Browne and Ward Just. On the other hand, both Stanley Karnow, Just's compatriot at The Washington Post, and freelance writer Frances Fitzgerald stand apart for their early efforts to understand the Asian context in which Vietnam's "civil war," as they saw it, unfolded.