Showing posts with label Phnom Penh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phnom Penh. Show all posts

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Killing Fields

Another sobering day for the McFrothys - we were off to discover a bit more about the Khmer Rouge, Pol Pot and the killing fields, something I didn't know much about at all.

Southeast Asia has been no stranger to war and misery, but word of such things does not seem to make its way to the western world very well (except for the Vietnam war).  For example, in WWII, because of demands for food by the Japanese occupying forces in Vietnam together with a drought, something like 2 million Vietnamese died from famine.  But because of the focus on casualties in Europe and the Pacific naval battles, I never knew this.

The history of the area is complicated, and I'm sure a quick visit to Wikipedia would be much better than me stumbling through it (probably incorrectly) here.  At any rate, after WWII, communist organizations began to rise in the area - the Viet Cong in North Vietnam, another organization in Laos, and the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia (led by Pol Pot's iron fist, though he never appeared in public).  During the Vietnam war, Cambodia was bombed by the US in an attempt to cut off North Vietnam's supply lines that ran through the country.  Also, during an absence of the Cambodian king there was a military coup, and the new leadership demanded that North Vietnamese communist forces leave the country.  The Khmer Rouge gained domestic support by rallying against the military rulers in the name of the king, and was aided by the North Vietnamese who needed to keep Cambodian supply lines open.  Eventually, the Khmer Rouge & their allies were successful in the civil war and their forces marched victoriously into Phnom Penh in April 1975.

If the people thought they were saved, they were in for a truly horrific shock.  The day the Khmer Rouge entered Phnom Penh, every single person, regardless of age, sex or health, was ordered to march out into specific areas of the countryside to begin farming and manual labour - some had to make it half way across the country on foot.  All schools were closed.  The postal system was closed.  Embassies were closed and foreigners expelled.  Currency was abolished.  Markets, newspapers, religious practices were forbidden.  Any resistance or delay was instantly met with death.

The Khmer Rouge wanted to create a completely pure agrarian society, a peasant's "worker's paradise".  So everyone had to go work in the fields and the ditches, without exception.  Cities were emptied, and only the military remained in them.  Production targets were set to unreasonably high levels, especially for city folk with no farming experience.  The local party leaders, fearing what might happen if they missed their production targets, worked everyone 12+ hours per day, every day, with no breaks and no days off, and with minimal food to eat.  Women were not even allowed to stop to breast feed their babies during the work day.  Any resistance or delay meant you were against the revolution, which generally resulted in death.  The borders with neighbouring countries were closed, so little word of conditions leaked out and few people escaped.

Pol Pot and the regime were particularly suspicious and paranoid, so the tiniest smell of something being wrong meant you were killed.  Not just killed, but tortured until you made a false confession, then killed, and then likely your whole family killed as well - "to remove grass you must also pull up its roots" was the saying. Their policy was exactly the opposite of the western world's: better to kill 100 innocents than let 1 traitor slip through your grasp.

But you didn't have to underperform or disagree to be killed.  You could just be suspected of something.  Or someone could just mention your name to the right person in the right tone, and that was it.  Furthermore, you could be offed simply because of your profession or your station in life.  Anyone with any valuable skill or profession was considered elite and not proper material for agricultural work or to be a true revolutionary - so doctors, lawyers, professors and academics, police and military, public servants, other races, clergy, the middle class, and especially teachers (ironic given that many of the top Khmer Rouge leadership were teachers and were university-educated) - anyone with any significant amount of education or non-labour skill, was eliminated.

The killing fields were the official but secret locations where executions took place (those that weren't carried out summarily in public, that is).  There were over 300 such locations in Cambodia - the most well known is about 15 km outside of Phnom Penh, and is now a memorial site.  This is the site we visited, officially known as Choeung Ek.  Formerly a Chinese cemetery, it was converted to a killing field and surrounded by a fence to keep out prying eyes.


A twisted tree beside the site where prisoners were unloaded from trucks at night, hands behinds their backs and blindfolded.  They were kept in a dark shed.  Narrow, deep mass graves were pre-dug by the guards (up to 16 feet deep).  In the middle of the night a diesel generator was turned on for light, and revolutionary songs were blasted over loudspeakers to cover the sound of any screams.  Then the prisoners were taken one-by-one to the grave, killed (or gravely wounded), and thrown in.


Cambodia was pretty poor during these times, and even items like bullets were considered expensive - particularly if you had to use many of them to kill your own citizens.  So these killing field deaths were not instant and easy for the executioner, like they would be with a gun or a gas chamber - virtually all of them involved clubbing and stabbing the victims to death, a serious physical effort.  Cart axels, shovels, axes, hoes, palm knives, bamboo clubs - it was horribly medieval.  For example, take a look at the sugar palm tree above.  It grows near to where the guard/executioner shack was.


Close inspection reveals that the branches are very strong, and have extremely hard, nearly razor sharp serrated edges, like a wood saw.  This is one of the things they would use to slit the throats of the prisoners (to eliminate screams) after clubbing them in the back of the neck.  Absolutely shocking.


Most of the mass graves have been excavated, and the human remains catalogued.  The first one we walked by was the biggest in the site - 450 bodies were found in it.  There are a total of 88 such mass graves in this killing field, containing at least 9000 bodies - though several of the less-accessible graves were not disturbed, so there are likely many more bodies than this (estimates vary, but somewhere around 14,000-20,000 total).  And this is just one out of more than 300 killing field sites.


Each depression is a mass grave site.  While most have been excavated, bits of bone, teeth and clothing slowly work their way to the surface with the rains and are collected every month or so.  It's unbelievable how callously so many were murdered, and by hand.  One mass grave contained nothing by headless bodies wearing Khmer Rouge military khakis - those who were suspected of disloyalty.  Another grave contained nothing but the remains of women (mostly naked) and children - it was situated by a large tree.  Bits of skull, brain and hair were found on the tree - it turns out that the most efficient way to kill small children by hand is to hold them by the legs and bash their heads against a tree.  Which is what they did.  The horrors go on and on.  Thank goodness there was a school nearby with the sounds of children playing happily outside, to take a bit of the edge off the experience.

(Tower is not leaning, the photographer is)

A large memorial stupa overlooks the killing fields now.  Inside are about 10 platforms you can see through glass windows.  Each platform contains the bones of people from these fields.  Traditionally, stupas hold Buddhist relics (such as an eyelash of the Buddha or something), so this stupa similarly contains relics of the victims.


The first 7 levels are nothing but skulls, categorized by age, sex, etc.  Thousands of them.  It's a brilliant and sobering memorial - no one can forget or deny what happened when faced with this kind of tribute.


Not exactly feeling chipper after the memorial tour (and the very good audio guide it comes with), we hopped into our waiting tuk-tuk and headed to S21, the Tuol Sleng Genocide museum.

The killing fields were where the executions happened.  But S21 was where many of the victims came first.  Formerly a school in the middle of Phnom Penh, it was converted into a semi-secret torture prison by the Khmer Rouge.  People suspected or accused of anti-revolutionary behaviour (the accusation could be almost anything, and was usually fabricated) were brought here, held and tortured until they gave a false and forced confession.  (Non-admission did not mean you were innocent, it just meant you were lying and needed to be tortured more.)  When the full confession was obtained, and any "information" gleaned from the torture had been recorded, victims would be loaded onto trucks bound for the killing fields just outside of town.  Like the Nazis, the Khmer Rouge kept detailed records about all prisoners - translations of some of their files, including the forced confessions, are provided for visitors to view.


Hallway outside the classrooms, most of which were filled with cells made of brick or wood, though some were torture rooms.  Not only were many of the original torture devices on display, but they had paintings showing the operation of the devices - clearly painted with those actual devices as subjects. Effective and chilling.


I guess I'd expect such an overwhelmingly strict set of rules at a torture chamber, but wow.


The school yard.  The frame has pulleys at the top so people could be suspended as a method of torture.  But there were much worse methods employed here.


It's tough to see, but on this building the original barbed wire covers the balconies outside of the cell rooms, so that if a prisoner got loose he couldn't commit suicide by jumping to his death.  Some estimates indicate that up to 20,000 people came through this prison - but there are only 7 known/confirmed survivors.  About 20 sites like this one were operated by the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia.

The Khmer Rouge were officially in power for 3.75 years.  While there is some controversy on the numbers, it's clear that somewhere between 1 and 3 million people died - out of a population of approximately 8 million.  Most did not die from execution and torture, but from the horrible living and working conditions imposed upon them and from famine created by Khmer Rouge policies.  I can't imagine what effect this experience had on generations of Cambodians.  And I'm stunned that I didn't know more about these atrocities and the number of deaths, other than some vague references to Pol Pot and killing fields in my younger days.  This was an unbelievably terrible, largely preventable extermination of human life that happened during my lifetime - yet it seems to have gotten relatively little attention in the west.  I imagine it's the usual shameful recipe: this was on the other side of the world, in a secretive area, without significant/valuable natural resources, was no imminent threat to the west, and involved people of non-western descent.

Even more unbelievable is the persistence of the Khmer Rouge.  It seems they were eventually forced from power because they kept launching border skirmishes with battle-hardened Vietnam, who lost patience and invaded, ousting the Khmer Rouge leadership in a matter of several days.  The Khmer Rouge leaders fled into exile (largely to Thailand, if I recall correctly), but the regime held significant influence in the country, particularly in rural areas where government influence was weak, for many years.  (Our tour guide at Angkor Wat related that people from his village didn't want him to go off to university studies, even though he was awarded a scholarship.  They were uneducated, and very frightened and mistrustful of education because the Khmer Rouge had killed all the educated people.  Notably, after the Khmer Rouge were officially defeated, some people came to town and said that the country needed all the people who used to be teachers and doctors, etc, to help out with the country now that the rulers had changed.  So many people went on a truck with these people - who turned out to be Khmer Rouge and who killed them all for being teachers and doctors, etc.as usual.  So his fellow villagers understandably equate seeking education with execution.)

Vietnam helped to set up a new government in Cambodia.  However, because Vietnam was essentially part of the Soviet Bloc and these were cold war days, the west didn't want to recognize any government set up by a Soviet-backed country - so many of the most powerful western nations continued to recognize the Khmer Rouge as the "legitimate" government-in-exile of Cambodia, giving its leaders a seat at the UN (and even aid)!  How Pol Pot survived to die of old age (poison was rumoured, but he lasted until his 70s, which is a much longer life than most of his victims) rather than in a prison is totally beyond me.  Other Khmer Rouge leaders are being prosecuted for crimes against humanity, etc, but it is an extremely long, drawn-out process, and it seems entirely possible that others will pass away naturally before their trials are finished.

With that, we needed a break to refresh our overloaded brains.  So we did some travel planning and booking, visited a craft brewery (more on that in the Hoplog blog later), and went to see a movie at The Flicks 1 that night.



The Flicks are a few small theatres run largely by expats, whose proceeds go to local good causes.  The Flicks 1 takes up about half of a large house, and has a waiting area lounge where you can get drinks and snacks before hitting the air conditioned 32-seat theatre and its collection of love seats and floor mattresses.  The movies are simply a projector attached to a laptop, but there's full digital surround sound and the quality is great.  Highly recommended if you want an air conditioned break in Phnom Penh.



(We watched Zero Dark Thirty, the movie about finding and killing Osama Bin Laden.  After our day spent at the killing fields and the torture prison, it sure was alarming to watch torture (waterboarding, etc.) taking place on the big screen.)

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Phnom Penh

Phnom Penh was not what we expected.  But in a good way.  It's a swirling maze of scooter traffic and tuk-tuks, but not as gridlocked as you'd think.  The outskirts are basic like you'd expect for a relatively poor country, but downtown has a strangely comfortable feel despite the abundance of dirt sidewalks and construction mazes, with plenty of places to grab a drink and relax.  Service is uniformly great (unless you pick an older, impatient lady's stall at the market).  Most buildings are less than 5 storeys tall - high rises are rare - adding to the comfortable look.  And it's very cheap - again, the economic challenges here translate to most things being very inexpensive.



A couple of blocks from our very friendly and comfortable hotel near the Independence Monument was Tous Les Jours Bakery.  Complete with scooter delivery by a mascot dressed in a full-body bunny suit, including visibility-killing furry head.


Independence Monument, celebrating freedom from France in the 1950s.  (Cambodia was part of French Indochina long ago; then in the late 1800s, Cambodia asked for French protection to prevent Siam (Thailand) and Viet Nam from wiping them off the map, as they had done to another nearby kingdom.  Of course Japan came in and took over everything for a while in WWII.)


Asian poppy pods, I think.


Some of the Royal Palace gardens, facing the Mekong river.


At the bottom: "Mr. Toilet Public - Funded by The World Toilet Association".


More temples - scattered all over town.


Old school transportation on the Tonle Sap river.  Phnom Penh is located where the Tonle Sap runs into the Mekong (just a few hundred yards from this location).


Wat Phnom - a temple on a small hill - is where the city was theoretically founded.  A woman named Phnom apparently found 4 Buddha statues floating down the Mekong river and gave them a home at this location.


The Naga (serpent, often multi-headed) is seen on the roofs and bannisters of nearly every Buddhist temple in southeast Asia.  It is protective - the naga would protect Buddha while he was praying.  This one is a good 60 feet long, 10 feet high, is made entirely out of bamboo strips and is lit up at night.


It was International Women's Day, which is actually a holiday for women all over SE Asia.  We saw some people gathering to advocate that the government adopt the UN International Labour Organization's convention 189, which I believe is about the rights of domestic workers (lately there have been well-publicized stories about the abuse of foreign domestic workers in Cambodia).


And about 1/2 a block away were some police riot shields, just in case.  But no police visible, and everything seemed peaceful and positive.


Between the bars and the typical yet still insane number of power lines, no one is getting in or out of there!


The central market - very art deco.


Lots of cheap clothes and cheap jewelry.


Just down the street was an authentic local food market.  I overpaid to sample a bit of jackfruit for the first time, which was pretty good.  Like a cross between mango, banana and juicy fruit gum.


Had to sit for a moment and have a few pork/tofu spring rolls.  6+ for $1.


And we thought Thailand had many scooters.  Silly us.


A long mid-day walk (when will we learn?) left us pretty tired and sweaty, so after a break at the room we took a tuk-tuk up to the Foreign Correspondents Club for a drink and a bite overlooking the Mekong from 4 floors up.  It did not disappoint.



The narrow peninsula separating the Tonle Sap and Mekong is starting to be developed into a hotel/tourist area, it appears.


Great river views and lots of river traffic - both tour boats and commercial shipping (mostly old earth moving boats).


Nothing like bellying up to the edge of the balcony for an open-air view.



Of course, a few employ traditional boats and methods, even here.


It was Friday night, so tons of people started heading down to the riverfront to hang out, and to do some line dancing (not pictured) that looked like very simple, low-impact aerobics, to blasting music.


Pretty typical scene on the road below us - all of those vehicles are in full motion.  I can't believe there isn't more vehicle-to-vehicle contact.


As the sun went down, things got even prettier.


We walked up to the night market right as things were getting busy.


A sugar cane crusher, used to make cane juice.


So of course I had to try some.  It was pretty good - but it was hard to make out the flavour because the lime wedge provided was all I could taste.  Maybe a bit like a slightly woody/slightly limey sweet drink.


Lots of food available, as usual.


But this market had a huge carpeted area where you could kick off your sandals and eat sitting down with your friends.


We walked back through more gardens and past the Independence Momument (it's not leaning, the photographer is), which was plugged with Friday night traffic - mostly people out to socialize.  You can see how scooter-heavy the traffic is, though there are several cars, trucks and tuk-tuks as well.  (They are called tuk-tuks here, but are officially remorks.  Tuk-tuks in Thailand are purpose-built three-wheelers with a motorcycle-style front end and engine that the driver straddles, and a 4-seat passenger area over the back wheels.  The remorks here are actually small motorcycles or scooters attached to a two-wheeled chariot-like passenger trailer via a two-axis hitch.)  Most vehicles are well-used, though there are some new ones as well, particularly pickup trucks. And a few percent of the cars are ridiculously out-of-place high-end vehicles - like Lexus RX300s, Cadillac Escalades, Mercedes S-series sedans, even Bentleys - that have no business on these narrow, busy streets.  We actually saw someone driving their brand new, just-brought-home-from-the-showroom Bentley near the Independence Monument.  Seriously, how big of an insensitive asshole do you have to be to flaunt that kind of wealth to people who are largely working their butts off just trying to scrape together a few bucks each day for food, clothing and meagre housing?  Unbelievable.  We were staying near an area filled with embassies and other very opulent homes - I suspect you wouldn't evidence of such excess elsewhere in Cambodia.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

This is Cambodia?

We arrived in Phnom Penh late this afternoon after a quick flight on a surprisingly nice (and happily safe) Cambodia Angkor Air flight from Bangkok.  After an hour long (but air conditioned) cab ride through the craziest traffic I have ever seen in my life, we arrived at the lovely (and ridiculously cheap) boutique hotel we will call home for the next few nights.

The light as the sun set over the city was beautiful as we walked to the nearest supermarket and found some Canadian made cereal for me to have for breakfast in the morning and a (very small) variety of beers for Chad to try.



We finished our evening at a really nice restaurant set in lush greenery with soothing live music playing, where four beers and two big (nut-free) meals plus dessert cost us about $16.


Yep, there's no question that this is not the 'real' Cambodia.  But it was sure a great start to our time in Phnom Penh!