Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Dr. Quân Xuân Đinh - A RETURN TO VIETNAM

It took me exactly 30 years to confront the Vietnam ghost. I am now a free man and I would like to share with future generations a personal experience which others have suffered but are unable to share or have died at sea. My personal experience is nothing compared to others who suffered much more.

By sharing my story, I hope to free myself from the weight of my memories and lay to rest the ghost which has long haunted me. This is not a litany of miseries because reality is a hundred times worse with unspeakable treatments in the hands of communists, but it is a struggle to overcome difficulties that set me free.


It was 1992. With the “Đổi Mới or Renewal” I returned to Vietnam, on a United Nations mission for the International Fund for Agriculture Development (IFAD) to design an agricultural project to accelerate agricultural development in the poor province of Tuyên Quang in North Vietnam.

On the flight from Bangkok to Hanoi, the food and wine induced me into a slumber. In my dream, I was once again in shackles, linked to my fellow prisoners. A long U-shaped iron bar linked our legs together: 20 of us per row. I was in a “re-education” camp - the communist version of a “concentration camp” in the middle of nowhere - a place we were sent to perform hard labor for our so-called “crimes” of working with the Saigon government.

The pilot’s landing announcement woke me. I realized that my nightmare in fact had been a part of my reality – a terrible memory that has taken me years to confront. Yes, I was back in Hanoi, the capital of communist Vietnam, in a place which still held me captive with vivid memories of imprisonment, mistreatments and miseries.

My journey started years ago, with the fall of Saigon in April 1975.

The end of my world: a prisoner under communism
As a young student, I was awarded an opportunity to study first at the University of Paris at the Sorbonne in France and subsequently at Temple University in Philadelphia. Unlike many of my fellow Vietnamese students, I decided to return to Vietnam to join the reconstruction efforts. My return coincided with “Vietnamization,” so there was a strong demand for economists. Starting a new career with the National Economic Development Fund, a subsidiary of the Central Bank, I embarked on one of the most exciting times of my life shaping the reconstruction and economic development of my country. It was before the 1973 Paris Peace Accords, the end of war was in sight and reconstruction was underway, and South Vietnam had abundant trained human resource to succeed when peace is in hand.

Things did not work as anticipated. With the fall of Saigon in April 1975, I was one of those caught fleeing, considered a “traitor” by the communist regime. I was kept in a 4x5 meter room with 40 other inmates and an open toilet. The first few months were infernal. We were shackled, without enough food or health treatment, and no ventilation. The prisoners were only allowed to go outside for an hour a day for our personal hygiene. Côn Đảo, the so-called “tiger cage,” infamous in the US media as a “hellhole,” was a paradise compared to our prison. We all experienced the cruel reality of the place as even women and children were not spared. Needless to say, many of us died during the first few months.

The food given to prisoners dwindled with time. At first we were provided rice and then over time we received rice mixed with corn, then with cassava, and then just plain sorghum or cassava. Many of those who died from poor hygiene and lack of medicine were rolled up in straw mats (chiếu) for burial. There was no Red Cross supervision and no international supervision like in the past! Where were those human rights organizations when we so badly needed them?

Our actual interrogation started two months after capture through our forced “self confession” (I “prepared” 7 times during my three year detention). Any discrepancy in our statements led to further interrogation by special interrogators from the North. These “forced self confessions” or “tự khai” coincided with the re-education program launched in June 1975 where former civil servants and military were sent to concentration camps. Many ended up with 3 to 25 years of imprisonment and hard labor depending on how seriously they were perceived to have “blood on their hands.”

After six months of imprisonment some women and children were released, while others including myself were sent to a re-education camp, a special camp designated for former “government officials” in Đồng Nai province. Being classified as a low level official, a lecturer in economics at the School of Law of the University of Saigon, I considered myself “lucky” to be imprisoned in the Đồng Nai province in the South instead of being sent to the North.

Bầu Lâm re-education camp

The camp was composed of approximately 3,000 prisoners and was divided into two main groups: those who are allowed to stay in the main camp and those, usually younger prisoners, who are sent to satellite camps to build “state farms.” We were forced to build our own shelters, toilets and sewers, and irrigation schemes, all starting from scratch and with few tools. We were divided into teams of 9 persons, and each shelter housed 5 or 6 teams. We were closely scrutinized by “yellow dogs” as we called armed police guards sent by the Ministry of Security. They were known for their poor education, fanaticism, trained hatred, and blind devotion to class struggle. They reserved their most vicious treatment, sometimes bordering on bestiality, for those of us who had arrived from the liberal system of South Vietnam.

For our labor camp, we had to salvage building materials from former military scraps or from government buildings to get corrugated sheets, nails, and anything else that was salvageable. For wood, we used the lumber from trees that we felled from the forest around us.

Each day was harsh. We woke up at 5.00 AM to ready ourselves and went to work with empty stomachs to do extremely intensive. Often we were forced to chop trees, prepare land, dig irrigation canals, and saw wood planks—always under the watchful eye of the guards. At noon we were allowed to go back to camp for a “super diet” lunch cooked by fellow prisoners. The food was scarce – each person had a bowl of rice, maize, or cassava with some salt and vegetables that we grew ourselves or picked from the forest.

Work was alternated with propaganda sessions (9 lessons such as why the Socialist system is invincible, why we beat the US, etc.) and “patriotic songs”. These lessons were given by “parrots,” with few convincing arguments but strong on severe punishments.

We were not allowed to read, listen to the radio, talk in foreign languages or receive any outside news. We had to address our guards as “cadres,” or “cán bộ.” Exacerbating our plight, informants were everywhere; their treachery was mostly rewarded with minor favors such as more food or visits from their wives. Under this environment, physical and mental torture was great especially because we had not the slightest idea where we were, when we would be released, or when we would be brought to trial.

Any kind of religious practice was forbidden. I heard that a “tuyên úy - chaplain,” was put in the “connex cage” for manifesting his belief. On Christmas, singing carols and praying was our sweet consolation. It was a real relief that no one was caught and put in the cage for such forbidden behavior.

We were perpetually hungry. During work hours, a member was dispatched to look for extra food like tubers or to trap small animals to supplement our meager diet. We only received extra rations twice a year, during the Lunar New Year and on Ho Chi Minh’s birthday. The extra rations were merely a few grams of pork raised by fellow prisoners, and some pieces of brown sugar.

Our instincts and faith helped us to survive and even to do some good. We would save any scraps of wrapping newspapers we could get our hands on each month to analyze news from outside. Using old newspapers as teaching materials, we subversively organized classes during the regular siesta to help those with low educations.

After many months of work and hard labor we succeeded in planting rice. The first crop yielded 4.5 tons/Ha. We woke up at night to open the irrigation gates to prevent flooding, and made sure to fertilize the crops with “night soil” or compost.

We never saw one grain of rice from that harvest. It was reserved for “cán bộ.” Consequently, the second crop was a disaster with 900kg/Ha. Many were caught red-handed transplanting rice and breaking the stalks. These people were put in a “new special connex cage” for the act of sabotage on “socialist property.” A connex is a metal container in which prisoners were conveniently tortured – sun-baked during the day and frozen at night. This is one of the most terrifying experiences as the prisoner is left with no light, no water, and was inundated with mosquitoes and own human waste. Many people came out of the experience almost crazy – and certainly traumatized. During this period, strength in my faith kept me away from contemplating suicide.

To the “cán bộ”, Vietnam (unlike the Khmer Rouge) was applying a “leniency policy – chính sách khoan hồng,” allowing us to live as we were “unworthy of a bullet” as they used to say. During the “re-education through labor” period we were subjected to extreme forms of physical and mental torture.

One time, we heard a big explosion at night indicating that someone had escaped. Police and dogs proceeded to track the evader. In the morning a person was brought back with his legs blown off by mines planted around the main camp. Surgeons from our camp (army doctors from the former Republic of Vietnam) who were also undergoing re-education took the task to save the person. We endured his long, shrieking cry for several hours, later learning that he was operated with a common saw and kitchen knife without anesthesia, and only local dentist anesthesia. Luckily the person survived, but he was put in the connex. He was imprisoned there for a few months but somehow managed to survive.

The camp was large, sprawling over 500 Ha, so to slip out to neighboring villages was easy, I planned my escape. My chances were ruined, as one week before my escape day; I was caught red-handed with a coconut by a militia man in the village, revealing that I had trespassed the perimeter of the camp. The militia slammed me against a tree and aimed his AK-47 at me, demanding that I admit an escape attempt from the camp. He was trying to trap me into a confession that would add 10 more years to my captivity. I stood firm not admitting anything. As I braced myself to die, I heard the sound of the trigger. He pulled the trigger, but there was no bullet. Then he brought me to the main camp for interrogation. I realized later that my fellow prisoners, upon not seeing me return, helped my alibi by putting money in my bag, so that when security officers searched my belongings they found that I still had some money and therefore I did not intend to flee. In the main camp I stuck to my story, admitting that I slipped out only to buy a coconut. For this I got two weeks of “special treatment” – being exposed to mosquitoes and being shackled in the main camp.

From such extreme hardship and ill-treatment, I was strengthened in my religious faith, instinct for survival, and the belief that our democratic system in the South, although imperfect, was the right thing we fought to protect.

Looking for freedom

At my release, I shrunk from 155 to 80 lbs and was supposed to report weekly to the police. I went to the University to ask for my former job but since I was re-educated, I was no longer allowed to teach. I was stuck in a “Catch-22.” Without a job, a person was automatically sent to a New Economic Zone (NEZ or Vùng kinh tế mới) where his life would essentially be in a larger prison. Seeing my dilemma, my mother found a fake ID, which allowed me to travel around leading to a fugitive life, not staying in any one place for more than one week.

Eventually, I found safe refuge with my former classmate’s mother — a woman who I am eternally thankful. She claimed to be the mother of “hero-communists” (a pretention that the police was never able to figure out), and therefore had cover. She was able to protect and shelter me for eight months while I searched for a way out. After many unsuccessful attempts, she fed me back to good health, providing me some stability so I could study and practice acupuncture for my own sake, to keep myself busy for my sanity. In the meanwhile, I copied (there were no copier machines as they were confiscated by the communist authorities), mapped escape charts by hand and procured navigation instruments (despite the risk of a prison sentence of just owning such tools) in order to plot a new trip in a small boat with five young persons.

Boat people/their miseries

My time came to escape came when difficulties swamped Vietnam. The economic collapse, invasion of Cambodia, combined with China’s invasion and the reactionary anti-Chinese policy allowed me to flee. Ethnic Chinese were able to buy their way out through a program organized by communist authorities. Of course, this was not for Vietnamese. But luckily, my sisters from the US prepared passage for my mother and I to escape Vietnam, despite all the miseries that we knew were ahead of us.

The trip from Saigon to Rạch Gía (about 250 km) took me many days and many mode of transportation because I had to evade police controls using bus, motorbike, or rickety old boat. Our fishing boat with its many outboard motors took off from Rach Gia, with about 200 persons on a moonless night. On our way to the high sea we were chased by police boats. Out of the six or seven boats that came on that night, six went in the direction of Malaysia to the South, while our boat turned South-West toward Thailand. We had heard about Thai pirates and my fear was for my mother and niece. We encountered two boats (in reality fishermen) but at each encounter, our women disappeared inside the boat while the men went up to the bridge ready to fight. Instinct let me believe that we had God on our side and my mother, as a devout catholic, prayed very hard.

Fortunately our captain was a mixed Thai-Vietnamese and a smuggler. He was able to steer away from pirates and the Thai navy. We landed 20 miles inland at midnight, in Trat a small city in Chantabury province. In the morning, the Thai authorities who wanted to “kick us” out were unable to do so because within a few hours, our boat was robbed of its main motor as well as navigation instruments and anything of value by Thai fishermen.

Awaiting our fate, we were stuck in a vacant vocational school. This chapter in our sojourn was peaceful and was the best time of our stay in Thailand. It was the first time locals saw boat people, and we became somewhat of a sight in the small city. Kind teachers and local people visited us, gave us food, and talked with us. We suspected that Thai authorities wanted to detain us or send us back to Vietnam or to push us out to the sea. Fortunately some friendly Thais carried our letter to UNHCR in Bangkok requesting refugee status.

After a month, we were transported to the Leamsing Refugee Camp, situated on an isthmus and used as crematory. The camp housed around 2,000 boat people.

Daily life in Leamsing was not a paradise and certainly not a “fantasy camp.” We had to build our own housing facilities. Every day we received water rations and food was provided twice a week. The food was mainly sardines can, rice and other basic needs. A Thai Red Cross team visited once a week. Coming out from a communist country, we were thankful for the support and could bear any hardship. Nevertheless, I felt that we had been cheated of our UN daily ration.

Some Thais, with police protection, came to kidnap our women with their fair skin, and many of them took advantage of our “refugee status” with few “protected” rights to bully us. Thankfully, it never went too far as there were laws in Thailand and the UN was overseeing our camp. Many boat people who were brought to Leamsing were raped or robbed (or both) and physically abused by pirates on the sea. We suspected the neighboring fishermen village. But rather than letting our troubles ruin us, we focused on our upcoming freedom and organized our life in the camp. Classes in English, French, and German were organized to help people wishing to go to those countries. I spearheaded one of those initiatives to keep myself busy, teaching both English and French. Others built a church and a pagoda while I helped set up a library on an old boat so people could come to read.

I occupied myself as a volunteer translator for various delegations: Australia, Denmark, France, US, etc. I did it out of goodwill for many of my less fortunate countrymen: orphans, children, women and victims of rape or less educated people. I was able to convince countries such as Belgium, Denmark, and Australia to “fast track” these unfortunate ones to freedom. For others, I was happy to help them to be reunited with their love ones or to find a place of asylum so they can rebuild their life.

In the refugee camp, I compared myself to flotsam – chased and imprisoned by my own communist countrymen, extorted and badly treated by Thai police and brutalized by Thai pirates and rapists going through so many miseries to get freedom (I suspected that Thai local authorities encouraged these behaviors although there are many good Thai people such as in Trat). I felt sad as it is the first time in our 4,000 years of history that Vietnamese people had to flee their own country in search for freedom.

Freedom at last

After three months in Thailand (one month in Trat and 2 months in Leamsing), International Organization for Migration (IOM) and the United Nations High Commission for Refugees (UNHCR) transported me to the US a few weeks before Thanksgiving 1979.

I was lucky that my family (my two sisters) had settled in California. My mother, my niece and I were reunited in one place unlike refugees scattered all over the world. We had a tearful and emotional reunion grateful that my mother was able to see her family reunited again. A widow, my mother parted after two years in this free land, having dedicated her life to her family, husband and children. She parted too early to enjoy her children’s and grandchildren’s successes.

In my new home (California) I am free from fear - no police to control and to report to, no unexpected police visit at any time of the day.

I picked up three jobs: as a social worker for “Goodwill Industries” training refugees during the day, as an instructor at Santa Ana College in the evening, and as a volunteer writer and handyman for a newly established Vietnamese Newspaper “Nguoi Viet.”

My family nurtured me back to good health and after a quarter, I joined the international development arena with my first assignment overseas in Mauritania a country of West Africa, as a contractor for the US Agency for International Development (USAID) with the blessing of my mother. She said “...you survived the communists and their concentration camp, nothing can be worse so go with confidence as you have God’s protection...”. Vietnamese have a saying “Đất lành chim đậu – Peaceful/abundant land attracts birds.” Since then, I have been working to help over twenty countries including Vietnam. I am indebted to America for giving me refuge, freedom and the chance to contribute and pay back.

Return to Viet Nam

During the 1992 mission with IFAD, I was always followed by a “minder” [a communist agent] but succeeded to help Vietnam by convincing IFAD to triple its funding from $7 to $21 million.

I saw hardship and extreme poverty: workers in state owned tea plantations unpaid for many months; children that could not attend school because their parents could not afford $2/month for their tuition; and minority people in abject poverty while party members enjoyed their beer and food thanks to our IFAD team visit (which they use as an excuse to spend state money).

This short term mission went well, although I was extremely disappointed by the “minder,” creating misunderstandings with my counterparts. Regardless, it was my first visit to North Vietnam since 1948 and an emotional one as I saw my childhood nanny. Remarkably, I reconnected with family relatives (in a communist environment no one is allowed to talk to foreigners). I left the trip with mixed emotions, partly free from a heavy burden but still haunted somehow.

Thanks to UNDP, I returned in 1994 as an advisor to the Public Administration Reform program and became the advisor to the Minister of the Government Committee for Organization and Personnel (GCOP - Ministry of Interior) one of the most powerful ministries after the Party and Security apparatus.

Although working under UNDP, I was frequently visited by security people. I put everything on the table, from being a former inmate to being a boat person. At the Phú Gia Hotel (a state-owned hotel), the personnel was under police control and my belongings were constantly searched. Faced with such scrutiny, my thought was to help set up a modern public administration system to open people’s minds. My first test case was Quảng Bình, a small and poor central Vietnamese province. Developing relationships in the province was not easy (officials presumed that they could get money like in the past with Soviet aid, and they could spend as they please). Eventually, I secured a $4.5 million for a project funded by Holland, an important contribution at the time.

With this success, I was allowed to set up more projects in the North, and was made understood not to develop projects in the South. I secured funding for 7 out of 11 projects I prepared through Germany and Sweden for GCOP, Denmark and Norway for Ninh Bình, Netherlands for Quảng Bình, and Switzerland for Nam Định. Quảng Ngãi and Đà Nẵng from the South also found some funding. Those projects became channels for people, shut off from the outside world to visit Saigon and participate in study tours to neighboring countries. This was a tremendous opportunity to enable people who had never left their homes to compare themselves with the outside world. Thanks to these study tours, party members or bureaucrats learned “how to” manage their provinces and districts and to sustain change for the betterment of Vietnam. These projects were seeds for change, a slow process that must be carried by people who were shaped by decades of communist regime. My hope was, and still is, to speed up the opening of the country. Eventually communist Vietnam will free itself from its own “ideological prison.”

Through this engagement and dialogue, I was able to work regularly with the “advisory group” of Prime Minister Võ văn Kiệt and Prime Minister Phan văn Khải during my three-year stint. We had many brainstorming sessions on topics from public administration to economics and state owned enterprises. Our interaction highlighted shortcomings as well as challenges. These officials also benefitted from other outstanding Vietnamese specialists whom I mobilized on my team to brief and to work with them.

Before his death, my Minister and I had a one-on-one conversation. He admitted that North Vietnam had made terrible mistakes in the way it treated the South. My work resulted in various impacts, but the Minister’s concession was the “sweetest reward” for my efforts. I never sought to spite the government. I aspired only to sow the seeds of change through good-hearted and human exchange rather than through violence and hatred. My conversation with the Minister indicated that I was progressing in achieving that goal. I hope that one day people will see that these “seeds of change” bear fruit.

Vietnam is now more open to the outside. My friends and I were able to publish four economic books in Vietnam in 2001, 2002, 2003 and 2004, helping to open young generations of Vietnamese students to new ideas and concepts. Many others have made various efforts to improve the lot of the poorest of the poor.

Full circle

It was not easy for me during this period. Many of my own countrymen in California criticized me, thinking I was a “traitor sold to communists” although my stances and my background have long been publicly known. I tried to not let the criticism bring me down and instead chose to focus on my efforts to make a positive change.

I have no hatred but a deep sadness for the extent of suffering my family and other Vietnamese families have suffered due to conflicting views in our struggle to get independence from France, struggling for freedom but also to be free from an ideology that imprisoned many of my countrymen in the North.
From a “re-educated prisoner unworthy of a bullet”, I have been able, through my work, my family and through this account for those who could not speak up to free myself from demons of the past and be a tool for change in many countries including for my own country Vietnam.

The author is an international development specialist working in various countries in Africa, Asia and Europe from Kosovo to South Sudan, from Afghanistan to Iraq and other developing and difficult countries including in Vietnam for the World Bank, UNDP and USAID.

Quân Xuân Đinh, Ph.D
Principal Advisor
Agricultural Ministry of Liberia

Dr. Dinh was one of the best and brightest intellectual of Vietnam prior to 1975, who chose to come back to Vietnam to serve his own people in 1972, despite the grave outlook of the country's future. He had made a very brave decision with preserved dignity to stay in Vietnam at the fall of Saigon, as one of the Vietnamese most patriotic citizen. It was unfortunate that he then became the prisoner of the regime for the next 3 years, and subsequently became the outcast group with no identity in Vietnam. During this time, I believed Dr. Dinh came into contacts with many shattered lives of poor people, and has developed a deep compassion for them. This led to his later choices of actions in escaping Vietnam by boat as boat person, but later returning to Vietnam as an advisor to the Minister of North Vietnam to help changing the problematic agricultural situation in North Vietnam. Although his mission to change Vietnam was not completely satisfactory, he has progressively made many efforts to help the poor and the neediest of Vietnam as well as of many third world countries.

Dr. Dinh is recognized as one of the true Vietnamese Intellects who serves his country with high integrity and dignity to the best of his ability in all circumstances.


Dr. Dinh, a development economist, was one of the young upcoming intellectuals with an MBA degree from the US and a PhD in Economics from Sorbonne, France who returned to serve in Viet Nam prior to 1975.

Dr. Dinh worked as an economist for the National Economic Development Fund and was also an assistant professor of economics at the Faculty of Law and Economics of the University of Saigon. After 1975, he was locked in a “re-education camp” and being treated as “ngụy quyền prisoner” [Saigon administration prisoner] for the next 3 years like many of his countrymen. He subsequently became the outcast in his own country and came into contacts with many shattered lives post 1975. This led to his later choices of actions in trying 9 times to escape Vietnam by boat as boat person. Later under the aegis of UNDP, he returned to Vietnam as an advisor to a Minister in North Vietnam to help reform the public administration. .

While facing ostracism from the security apparatus, Dr. Dinh was able to build many projects for Vietnam with funding from Denmark, Germany, Norway, Netherlands, Sweden, and Switzerland, etc… Those projects became channels for people, shut off from the outside world to study in Saigon and participate in study tours to neighboring countries. This was a tremendous opportunity to enable people who had never left their homes in the North to compare themselves with the outside world. These projects were seeds for change.

Through his engagement, Dr. Dinh was able to work with the “advisory group” of Prime Minister Võ văn Kiệt and Prime Minister Phan văn Khải during his three-year (1994-1997) in Vietnam. He also contributed to 4 books for Vietnamese students to open the country to the outside.

His hope was, and still is, to speed up the opening of the country to the outside world and eventually the Vietnamese Communist will free itself from its own “ideological prison.”

Dr. Dinh is an advisor for Voice of Vietnamese Americans.


Quan Dinh

Quan Dinh

Orange County, California Area 
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  1. PhD, Economics at Université Panthéon Sorbonne (Paris I)
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Seasoned Economist with over thirty (30) years of experience in public and private sector in conflict, post conflict and emerging economies worldwide. Experienced Senior Adviser, COP and Team leader.

Worked in Africa (Central Africa Republic, Gambia, Guinea, Kenya, Liberia, Madagascar, Mauritania, Niger, Rwanda, South Sudan, Swaziland, Zaire, Zambia and Zimbabwe); America (USA); Middle East (Iraq); Asia (Afghanistan, Indonesia, Japan, Vietnam) and Europe (Azerbaijan, France, Germany, Kosovo. )

Three main areas: 1) Public Finance Management (PFM); 2) Governance/Institutional Reforms and; 3) Ag. sector.


Economic management (PFM) and Institutional reforms, capacity building, Sector Restructuring, Privatization. Public Administration/Civil service reforms and Capacity building for ministries, agencies.


August 2011 – 2012 (1 year) Zimbabwe and Swaziland
Assist COMESA to improve the private sector in Zimbabwe and in Swaziland
Nonprofit; 5001-10,000 employees; International Trade and Development industry
July 2011 – March 2012 (9 months) Monrovia - Liberia
Road map for the governance change in Liberia
Nonprofit; 5001-10,000 employees; International Trade and Development industry
July 2011 – October 2011 (4 months) Monrovia - Liberia
Short term mission
Privately Held; 10,001+ employees; Management Consulting industry
July 2010 – April 2011 (10 months)
Support the Minister and the Ministry of Economy
Privately Held; 10,001+ employees; Management Consulting industry
2009 – July 2010 (1 year)
Chief of Party - USAID Public Expenditures Reform Support Project in Baku - Azerbaijan. Provided advice to capital budget reform program.
Public Company; 501-1000 employees; TTEK; International Trade and Development industry
2008 – 2009 (1 year)
Lead a team to provide policy advice to the MOA - Capacity building for the MOA
Nonprofit; 11-50 employees; Research industry
2007 – 2008 (1 year)
Senior Advisor to the Deputy Prime Minister Office and to the Prime Minister’s Advisory Board,

Capacity building for the creation of the Federal Civil Service Commission.
2004 – 2007 (3 years)
Chief of Party (COP) of a World Bank Public Administration Reform project in Kabul. Reformed 19 ministries and 11 agencies. Set up the merit based system in Afghanistan.

Reformed the recruitment system at the MO Education.
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2000 – 2003 (3 years)
Senior Economic Advisor at USAID mission in Indonesia. Banking reform. decentralization and capacity building.
1980 – 1981 (1 year)
20 year Master Plan for the rural sector

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1 comment:

  1. very inspiring, especially when you meet the person. Viva Prof Quan. God Bless you.