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...strange to me, when we are fawning over Tito, catering to Kadar, accommodating Khrushchev, we don't even have the decency to express our sympathy to a family which was a real foe of Communism. There is a human factor here in Mme. Nhu's losing her husband and brother-in-law, and we didn't show decency...
...MME BRAJ KUMAR NEHRU. Hunganan-born Shobha Nehru met her husband, a cousin of Jawaharlal's, when they were students in London, and married him in 1935 over the protests of his Brahman family. She has "Indianized" the embassy, throws parties with a strictly Indian flavor. The food, says one guest, "is sometimes unrecognizable but always delicious...
...Mme. Ngo Dinh Nhu had arrived in the U.S. 5½ weeks ago as a crusading wife; last week she left, an embittered widow. From Beverly Hills she flew to Rome to join her three younger children, Son Trac, 15, Son Quyhn, 11, and Daughter Le Quyen, 4. Either because of a shortage of funds or a misunderstanding with California's Young Republicans, who had originally invited her to Los Angeles to speak, Mme. Nhu departed owing nearly half of her $2,000 bill at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel (the manager did not seem worried about collecting). Following...
However deep her private grief over the deaths of her husband and brotherin-law was, Mme. Nhu wept in public only once. As she and her daughter left the hotel for Chase's home, they were engulfed in an army of television cameramen and photographers. Policemen battered a path through the crowd to her car. Mme. Nhu rushed in and slumped in the back seat, then turned and sobbed helplessly in Le Thuy's arms. A short time later, at the entrance to Chase's four-acre estate, the same squad of camera carriers blocked the driveway...
...looked like a city liberated. Vietnamese G.I.s guarding public buildings munched oranges, bananas and candy, showered on them by civilians grateful for the overthrow of the regime. Pretty girls embraced soldiers, draped tank turrets with garlands, scrambled squealing aboard army Jeeps. With the lifting of a temporary curfew and Mme. Nhu's ban on dancing, Saigon's long-repressed night life flowered as never before. In bars and cabarets, the B-girls shucked the white, hospital-like smocks they had been forced to wear under the morality laws, wriggled back into their traditional slit skirts, or into...