During the New Orleans Tet Celebration in February of 2000, in the Little Saigon section of town, a short, but disturbing article appeared in the New Orleans, Times-Picayune. A copy of the police report read as follows—“A prominent Vietnamese businessman was discovered dead today, in an alley behind a local east end restaurant and bar.” What wasn’t mentioned in the newspaper story was that he’d been shot in the chest and his throat had been slashed, and—there was an ace of spades left on his chest.”

The Vietnam War was the horror show of our time. Some fought, others protested, while yet others, legislated. America had begun to crumble from her foundations up, and from the peak of the capitol rotunda, down. The very cornerstone of America’s democracy, the foundation our founders thought to protect, American’s freedom of speech and our free press, were about to bring, for the first time, a war into the living rooms of all Americans.