July 13, 2009
by James G. Hershberg
The juxtaposition of the recent deaths of Michael Jackson and Robert McNamara couldn’t have seemed more random, and aside from rising to fame in late twentieth-century America, the two couldn’t have lived more different lives. Yet in November 1995, in the Vietnamese (i.e., former North Vietnamese) capital of Hanoi, I witnessed a moment where the two, or at least their personae, seemed eerily conflated.
In the cavernous, largely deserted dining hall of the Metropole, the restore