Queen Monineath/"Queen Monique" Of Cambodia Tied To Napoleon Bonaparte

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norodom_Monineath

There's a lot of interest in the Last Empress of Vietnam, but I find the historical, political allegiances with Thailand and Cambodia more fascinating. Queen Monique of Cambodia, of Vietnamese-French heritage actually had a Corsican, French, Italian banker father, Jean-Francois Izzi, who came from the same island of Napoleon Bonaparte, Corsica.

Napoleon was a Corsican, who couldn't communicate eloquently in French. Although he attended prestigious, French military academies, successfully took over Sardinia, then became the King of Italy, he also committed so many social faux pas in front of the French Catholics. Eventually he was ex-communicated and exiled from France, and his global thrones.

It was rumored he may have snatched the crown from the Pope's hands, during his own coronation as the King of France. Although a legendary, French naval strategist, he was a poor statesman, and was infamous for his large numbers of mistresses. He once even had the audacity to steal his own Lieutenant's wife, Pauline, to become his mistress in Egypt. His wife lived in Austria, with his official son at that time.

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Queen Monique & Khmer Rouge/Democratic Kampuchea Coup D'Etat With Communist Viet Cong Invaders, April 1975:

http://www.1stopcambodia.net/articles/queens_birthday

Right after the Fall of Saigon, Cambodia collapsed into the brutal hands of the Communist Viet Cong, and Khmer Rouge/Democratic Kampuchea. Two million, impoverished Cambodians (essentially they were all "Vietnamese," like myself) perished in starvation, executions, torture and state-sponsored genocide.

Truthfully, everyone in Southeast Asia is related in some manner with one another. We can't hypocritically have a racist, brutal, caste system, or deny that we are all essentially related, including through our own monarchs and multiple, colonial dictators. Two years after all of Indochina/Southeast Asia collapsed, I arrived in the U.S. from Malay. We were raided by pedophile, brutal, Thai pirates at sea, then got to Malay, where a Red Cross center was located. Honestly, Siam/Thailand once owned all of Vietnam, so I'm probably just as Thai as everyone from that country also.

From there, Australian humanitarians offered to sponsor us before the U.S. I, unfortunately, had a drug-induced seizure from an allergy to a motion-sickness medication and a fever, at age two there. I was severely dehydrated from the fishing boat journey also. It was a miracle that we made it to the Red Cross shelter.

Afterwards, we were sponsored to the U.S. and lived in the refugee camps of Orange County, California. On the way to D.C., after getting a church sponsorship, we had a layover in Denver, at the DIA airport. I was crying there, from hunger, and ate a small bag of chips from a vending machine. We had nothing, no money for food beyond that. The pirates took everything and tortured us on the way over to Malay.

There's a photo of me in a pink, bunny-looking, winter jacket, with pink hood, at the D.C. airport, in my Dad's arms. This is why pink is my favorite color, and why I secretly collect pink, Easter bunny, stuffed animals. It was December 1979. I was two years old, and everyone whose name is on the Vietnam Wall Memorial in D.C. gave their lives, so that I, an unknown, South Vietnamese toddler, could survive. I later, often visited that Memorial Wall, with tears in my eyes, and think of those courageous KIA/killed-in-action as my godparents. So, that is the reason I joined the U.S. Navy also.

There was a Santa Claus at the airport. I remember him giving me a baby doll, whose eyelashes blinked. I'd never seen Santa before that. I was counting to ten and very verbal in South Vietnamese language, at aged ten months, so I do remember quite a bit from age one and a half, including first arriving in D.C., the U.S. Capital area that became my home for fifteen years, until I left for enlisted, Navy bootcamp.