Kao-Ly Yang
2006-08-05 17:57:01 UTC
Hi all,
Enjoy the last story about Hmong men before school starts again, then I will
have less time to think about living beings' problems.
As some of the comers in this forum are very sensitive: Warning so : Do not
take personally! It is just a fiction inspired by the many trees in "Lost
Lake park" in Fresno that has seen too many men hang themselves because of
solitude, anger and frustration. One never knew their reasons of suicide,
but could guess that modern life with its package of financial difficulties,
women's freedom, low self-esteem, socio-cultural adaptation has caught them
because, less flexible to accept changes.
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Beginning of the story:
Possessed by a Lost Spirit of Grief or It's a Simple Wickedness ? When a
Hmong Man became crazy
That night was the longest night in their life. Yingying was the nickname of
the husband, 33 years old and recently married to Maysee.
They were fighting for a motive that she ignored, and that he did not
understand himself well since he felt very confused at the same abused.
Yingying was calling names towards his 30 years-old wife when Maysee opened
the door of their house:
- "Ghost of seeking death, Ghost of hunger, Ghost of homeless, Ghost of
craziness, Ghost of reincarnation", etc.
She was shocked, not knowing what happened while she was away, working as an
aid-cook at the restaurant "Get Full" in downtown Fresno, California.
- "Why did you call me with these names?" she asked, "What did I do to
deserve them? Tell me, right now. Explain yourself!"
Long silence, then again the chain of bad ghosts came out of his mouth.
(...)
- "Tell me what I did to be called of those awful names!" asked again
Maysee, angry and sad .
But still no logical answer, just another charge of more intense insults: -
"Face of dead, face of hunger, face of homeless, face of unworthy woman,
face of sex, face of ghost, face of losing face, etc."
- "Get out of my house", finally answered Maysee. I cannot tolerate you
anymore, if you are not happy with me, just get out with your things, never
come back. I am the one who has two jobs and pay the rent. You don't deserve
me?.
The husband did not move a thumb. In front of the TV, he kept repeating more
coarseness. Fat and wearing only his briefs, he was on the sofa, dark and
intolerable.
After 30 minutes, trying to get the reasons of such a behavior, Maysee
finally understood that somebody, one of his friends, had told him that
women like her working at such places in late night, might have affairs.
There was no doubt at that, he said. (...). Read the whole story, click
here http://www.geocities.com/kaoly_y/story/SpiritAnger080406.html
Enjoy the last story about Hmong men before school starts again, then I will
have less time to think about living beings' problems.
As some of the comers in this forum are very sensitive: Warning so : Do not
take personally! It is just a fiction inspired by the many trees in "Lost
Lake park" in Fresno that has seen too many men hang themselves because of
solitude, anger and frustration. One never knew their reasons of suicide,
but could guess that modern life with its package of financial difficulties,
women's freedom, low self-esteem, socio-cultural adaptation has caught them
because, less flexible to accept changes.
------
Beginning of the story:
Possessed by a Lost Spirit of Grief or It's a Simple Wickedness ? When a
Hmong Man became crazy
That night was the longest night in their life. Yingying was the nickname of
the husband, 33 years old and recently married to Maysee.
They were fighting for a motive that she ignored, and that he did not
understand himself well since he felt very confused at the same abused.
Yingying was calling names towards his 30 years-old wife when Maysee opened
the door of their house:
- "Ghost of seeking death, Ghost of hunger, Ghost of homeless, Ghost of
craziness, Ghost of reincarnation", etc.
She was shocked, not knowing what happened while she was away, working as an
aid-cook at the restaurant "Get Full" in downtown Fresno, California.
- "Why did you call me with these names?" she asked, "What did I do to
deserve them? Tell me, right now. Explain yourself!"
Long silence, then again the chain of bad ghosts came out of his mouth.
(...)
- "Tell me what I did to be called of those awful names!" asked again
Maysee, angry and sad .
But still no logical answer, just another charge of more intense insults: -
"Face of dead, face of hunger, face of homeless, face of unworthy woman,
face of sex, face of ghost, face of losing face, etc."
- "Get out of my house", finally answered Maysee. I cannot tolerate you
anymore, if you are not happy with me, just get out with your things, never
come back. I am the one who has two jobs and pay the rent. You don't deserve
me?.
The husband did not move a thumb. In front of the TV, he kept repeating more
coarseness. Fat and wearing only his briefs, he was on the sofa, dark and
intolerable.
After 30 minutes, trying to get the reasons of such a behavior, Maysee
finally understood that somebody, one of his friends, had told him that
women like her working at such places in late night, might have affairs.
There was no doubt at that, he said. (...). Read the whole story, click
here http://www.geocities.com/kaoly_y/story/SpiritAnger080406.html
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Kao-Ly Yang, Ph.D.
http://www.hmongci.com
Hmong Contemporary Issues
Kao-Ly Yang, Ph.D.
http://www.hmongci.com
Hmong Contemporary Issues