Thich Tri Quang
South Viet Nam
(see cover)
The stench of cordite and the sour-sweet smell of tear gas—the incense of South Viet Nam's political crisis—was missing in Saigon last week for the first time in more than a month. The frail, elegant hands of the Buddhist bonze who had ignited the trouble gestured—and the mobs went home, the air cleared. The crisis itself had not ended, but its course had been changed and channeled, sometimes subtly, sometimes imperiously, by one of South Viet Nam's most extraordinary men. As a...
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