June 22, 1998

"Life begins at 40"

A group of teenagers from nearby John F.Kennedy High School hung out in front of Hoa Nguyen's Terrace View Avenue apartment building in Marble Hill last Tuesday.

"Yo, take my pitcha," I heard from the crowd of teens as I approached with my cameras.

As the paper was going to press, I was asked to do a last minute assignment, to photograph Hoa Nguyen, because art for his story hadn't been assigned.

Forty year old Hoa Nguyen graduated first in his class two weeks ago from Bronx Community College with an Associate Degree in Electrical Technology and was valedictorian of his class, having spent 6 semesters with a straight 4.0 average. Perhaps in the larger scheme of things, this isn't a big story, but Mr.Hoa and his family immigrated from Vietnam and none of them spoke a word of English until they set bart on American soil less than 4 years ago.

Mr.Hoa's polite and carefully constructed English contrasted with that of the teenagers outside. He greeted me with his 2 year old niece, Jennifer and led me up to his small apartment which he shares with 7 other family members.

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Hoa Nguyen's 68 year old mother Cay, right, takes care of his sister Phuong's two children, Jennifer, 2 and Peter, 5 months.

© 1998 Susan B. Markisz/The Riverdale Press

"Please forgive my English," he said as we entered the living room. "And please forgive---my apartment is so crowded."

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Hoa Nguyen (right) holds his niece, 2 year old Jennifer and his mother Cay holds his 5 month old nephew Peter.

© 1998 Susan B. Markisz/The Riverdale Press

Strips of cloth and material littered the floor of the small living room. Sewing machines buzzed over the voices of his father, mother, sister, two brothers, and his niece and nephew who talked quietly in Vietnamese .

Sitting in the far corner of the living room, in front of an open window, a half story above the noisy street, was Mr. Hoa's 29 year old sister Phuong. She worked at an old sewing machine, piecing together strips of black and gray fabric for belts and putting finishing touches on crushed velvet scarves for the accessory business that their younger brother Phong runs.

Mr. Hoa's father, seventy one year old patriarch Tong Hoa was a Major in the South Vietnamese Army during the war. In 1975, they lost their home in the South Vietnamese village of Tuy Hoa to the Communist government, and with it, their dreams when the elder Mr. Hoa was arrested and imprisoned for seven years. The rest of the family had to go to work in the rice fields. After Tong Hoa's release in 1985, the Hoa family applied for immigration visas. Nine years later, they were granted permission to come to the United States. "The United States Government loaned us the money to come here," said Mr.Hoa. "It cost us $780 per person, and we pay back the United States every month."

Mr. Hoa, who works part time as a janitor in the Bronx County Courthouse as part of his welfare/workfare obligation, plans to continue his education at New York City Technical College and eventually get a job in his chosen field.

"I am only a peasant," said Mr. Hoa. "I finished high school in 1976 but was not allowed to continue my education in Vietnam. Life is so much better in this country because of freedom." While Mr. Hoa's brother and his sister work in their accessory business, his brother Phu, 32 attends Bronx Community College as well. His father and his mother Cay, 68, take care of Phuong's children, Peter, 5 months and two year old Jennifer, whose American names belie their heritage. Little Jennifer's smile captivates and her two word vocabulary of English ('hi' and 'bye-bye') is perfect.

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71 year old Tong, imprisoned by the Communist government in Vietnam after the war ended, is now a Bronx resident. His daughter, 29 year old Phuong works at a sewing machine in the living room of their apartment, where the family runs an accessories business from their home. Two year old Jennifer holds court. ©1998 Susan B. Markisz/The Riverdale Press

"That's because we only speak Vietnamese around the house," said Mr. Hoa, "but we are learning." By reading and by attending English classes at Bronx Community College while he was taking other college credits, Mr. Hoa learned English, which he believes is the key to his education and to his future. "Life is not easy, but we are grateful to be here," added Mr. Hoa.

If success is measured in gratitude, the Hoa family would put many Americans to shame. If success is measured in taking baby steps, then the Hoa family has made giant leaps.

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Hoa Nguyen's sister, 29 year old Phuong works at a sewing machine. © 1998 Susan B. Markisz/The Riverdale Press

After spending an hour or so photographing and talking with the Hoa family, I suggested to our managing editor that we might consider holding the article and/or doing a more in depth look at the Hoa family and their struggle to get off welfare and their assimilation into US society.

It was a good thought, I guess. The paper went with the story and one picture, while three of my Riverdale Country graduation pictures ran in the same issue.

And that, as they say, is that.

Susan B. Markisz

June 21, 1998

 

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The Riverdale Press, NY
Freelance for the New York Times
Other journals by Susan Markisz
334 November 10, 1999 I have a New Boss
328 Is Photojournalism Dead? Susan Markisz I am not a photojournalist here (at the U.N.)
322 September 20, 1999 The heavy artillery has arrived
321 September 21, 1999

My adrenaline was already running high when I was given today's schedule.

 

318 September 14, 1999 7:45 AM: I note as I arrive at St. Bartholomew's Church on East 51st Street for the Interfaith Prayer Service
317 September 13, 1999 Milton hands me two Nikon F4's and an assortment of lenses and assigns staff photographer Evan Schneider to accompany me on my first assignment in the GA
314 September 10,1999 Milton Grant, Chief of the Photo Unit, welcomes me to the department and takes me on an informal tour of the UN.
312 August 31, 1999 The Boy Who Fooled New York.
311 August 20, 1999 I Went Scuba Diving
310 August 16, 1999 The Junkie Priest
306 July 21, 1999 The relentless quest for (Kennedy) imagery
296 July 7, 1999 Hot Hot Hot
294 July 3, 1999 The Sleepovers
288 May 31, 1999 Bad Judgment / Good Judgment: The Picture That Never Was
285 May 27, 1999 Shut Out
281 May 17, 1999

I received a letter recently that reminded me that I'd been taking some things for granted lately.

278 May 7, 1999 A Mass for Littleton
250 March 15, 1999

It's been three months and I've finally developed the rest of my film.

245 March 11, 1999 The picture-taking took less than 10 minutes.
242 March 3, 1999 I don't want to get in a mudslinging contest about the future of photojournalism
235 February 24, 1999 Lately, I seem to be the queen of features and the environmental portrait.
219 February 9, 1999 Does Color Matter?
208 January 29, 1999 Let Me Take This Call
194 December 28, 1998 Last July on this website I wrote about an assignment I had had, to photograph a mother and her young son, both of whom were battling leukemia
193 December 27, 1998 Girls, curls and slipjigs
188 December 19, 1998 Around this time last year I wrote that one of my goals was to find out how photography fits into my life.
172 November 4, 1998 We've all had to do our share of one computer genius/computer programmer/computer innovator/computer geek photograph after another... and it begs the question: How many ways can you shoot a computer without taking out a double barreled shotgun?
165 October 28, 1998 Baseball legends
162 October 26, 1998 "Keep following the story, sounds like fun!"
149 September 17, 1998 Something about Harry
144 September 6, 1998 Photography enabled me to bring my own vision and interpretation to the canvas, at first fairly effortlessly, at least compared to what it had been like trying to eek out an image from a glob of burnt sienna to replicate a paper bag still-life.
136 August 21, 1998 A Day in the Life
134 August 17, 1998 What was startling was that one of the kids who used to play there not so long ago, now a young mother herself, was there with her 3 year old.
117 July 18, 1998 This story is not about a war on another continent. It's about a silent one being fought here...and in just about every corner of the world
113 July 15, 1998 I don't do wars...
112 July, 1998 Lighting 101
107 July 5, 1998 Hundreds of people would gather and watch as unscripted---and illegal---eye candy unfolded.
104 June 25, 1998 How many ways can you spell G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-0-N ?
102 June 24, 1998 Simple Pleasures
99 June 22, 1998 Life Begins at 40
95 June 15, 1998 "I am woman, hear me roar..." ...Ok, so it's only a muffled "Yesssss!!!"
93 June 13, 1998 Pomp and Circumstance
88 June 9, 1998 Anything Goes...
86 June 3, 1998 Shooting for Stock
85 June 1, 1998 Baby, think it over...
79 May, 1998 Art.Rage.Us -- An Essay
64 April 19, 1998 Thursday I took the day off ... well, sort of.
60 April 14, 1998 Bernard L. Stein, Co-publisher of The Riverdale Press, wins Pulitzer prize.
57 April 10. 1998 A Homecoming of sorts
56 April 6, 1998 "I am not Julia Child"
54 April 5, 1998 The Photojournalism Roller coaster: Of Extremes and Insecurities
49 March 30, 1998 The dark side of humanity reared its head in one of our communities over the weekend.
48 March 29, 1998 A mitzvah is a good deed...
46 March 29, 1998 Today, it was over 80 degrees
45 March 28, 1998 "the (not really) begging phone call."
41 March 22, 1998 In Search of Art
36 March 12, 1998 And today's assignment is to photograph...real estate brokers.
26 February 23, 1998 I always breathe a sigh of relief when I edit my negatives after a basketball game.
19 February 18, 1998 Newsroom Decisions, Dilemmas and Cut Lines
15 February 10, 1998 These are the things about journalism that are truly joyful
4 January 23, 1998 One of the last photographs I took in 1997 was of firefighter John Usai. . .
2 January 14, 1998 My hope for 1998 is an ability to come to terms with what role photography plays in my life.
 
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