Musings -- on the editor's mind
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April 25, 2018
I was 20 in April 1975, in San Francisco working as a houseman in a residential hotel for old people. If I read the news, it was one of the San Francisco dailies.
The last American helicopter left Saigon April 30, 1975 as the city fell to the North Vietnamese. Those images are iconic. The greatest nation on earth lost to a rag tag army of peasants wearing funny hats and sandals.
The clearest, strongest message I received from the news media, after the war news of battles and deaths, was that the South Vietnamese government was corrupt. Corrupt was a ubiquitous adjective. The second popular adj...
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