A shock wave of horror raced through Saigon last week. In a small park inside Saigon's main traffic circle, a young Buddhist priest at noon squatted cross-legged in the traditional lotus position, pulled a plastic container of gasoline out of his cloth bag and soaked his lap. Then he struck a match to his brown robes. Flames burst over him. Grimacing but uttering no sound, the monk shriveled into a charred skeleton. After three minutes, his arms stiffened before him, and he pitched over. It was the sixth suicide by fire in...
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