We had some in my hometown. One guy decided to tie his wife to his car door handle and take her for a scrape around the parking lot for punishment. He was aghast when the police got involved in his personal matter.
One of them backed into my wife's car and set off a chain of events where they found all of them sharing the same drivers license and insurance. This was after Lutheran services went to all the trouble to find them a house on the bus line. They still insisted on buying cars despite the fact that none knew how to drive. The back of the house looked like a junkyard.
The two homes owned by Hmong in our block look like junkyards as well. They have a tendency to also want to park their cars on what was once a lawn.
From what I understand, the Hmong need to come into our century, and it's not been a successful transition with the large number of people deposited here at one time.
"The back of the house looked like a junkyard."
A few years back, I lived in central Minneapolis, and a Hmong family lived across the alley.
They were decent enough, though about 20 of them lived in one house.
Then the strangest thing happened. I arrived home from work one day to find their backyard filled with live chickens. That's a weird sight in the inner city.
A week later they were all gone. I never found out if the city got down on them or if they were "harvested."