Yes, I still have vague memories of getting up in the middle of the night, in that newly settled Hmong village --- right now called NA THEN, although no named when we first arrived there from the mountains over-looking Kasi and Vang Vieng, in early to mid 1975 ... about 8 - 10 kilometers from Ban Chiang (the biggest town between Kasi and Vang Vieng back then) --- and quickly getting into a pre-arranged taxi, and turning toward Kasi/Luang Prabang, as opposed to going to Vang Vieng/Vientiane...
The real scare came when we were almost upon Luang Prabang, but instead of going all the way there, we turned southward, toward Mae Nam Khong... We crossed it and went back to Sayabouly, which we had first moved to, for a few months, after leaving Luang Prabang some 4-5 years earlier, when I was a small baby...
Anyway, from Sayabouly to Nan, Thailand,,,, it was a 10-day-10-night, almost non-stop walking, zigzagging here and there, trying to avoid "troubles," as my parents and uncles and aunts said...
But it's when we got to NANG, Thailand, that my true memories of harsh, starvation refugee life, of 3 years, begun... It's where I witnessed, as a small boy, the barbaric treatment of both HMONG AND LAO refugees by Thai police officers.
Three episodes that I saw truly scared me:
First was a Thai soldier kicking a Hmong man, a still-young man, when he crossed a fence he was not supposed to. Second was a Thai police repeated kicking an ELDERLY HMONG MAN, for not knowing you're supposed to stand still, when the Thai flag was being raised in the morning, every day....
That poor, illiterate old man was repeated kicked and made to run around the flag pole... for a few minutes...
Third and last memorable event was some Thai soldier hassling some Lao men, during rice distribution. I did not see the exact first few moments, so by the time we boy ran to the chaos, a few Lao men were already beating the crap out of that Thai police officer. He was alone and I think he pissed the Lao guys once too many times.
Anyway, immediately the Lao guys knew the police officer would run, after his beating, to his little office and called for back up... so the Lao guys took off, and ran back to their little shacks, which were adjacent to our own little shacks, and THERE OUT CAME A FEW AK-47s... those guys were READY to defend themselves, unlike us hillbilly Hmong who had nothing and no guns...
For some reason, the episode just went very quiet... those few hours and the days after, we were thinking the Thai officials would come looking for those Lao guys... but, again, for some odd reason, nothing further happened...
Yes, terrible, terrible times in Thailand.... for 3 years...
We could have and should have left to America, as the first few families, back in 1975 --- because they came for us immediately after our initial interview --- when we first got to Pua... but the parents were scared of being eaten by White Cannibals... so we waited 3 more years, until late 1978, before we came over...