Cambodia is hard. This post may be the same for you, due to both its graphic nature and strong opinions. You’ve been warned.
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Heat. Dirt. Trash. Crowds. Scams. Thieves. Poverty. Death.
Arriving in Phnom Penh, the capital city of Cambodia, after an all-day bus ride from Siem Reap and the temples of Angkor Wat, I was battling stomach issues that would see zero chance of improvement in the environment in which I was unknowingly arriving. Aside from the heat, which apparently is a product of a record hot summer in Southeast Asia, the city of Phnom Penh is a microcosm of the self-induced destruction of Cambodia’s past. The smells can be absolutely nauseating, and I’ve smelled some shit, literally, on my escapades throughout Asia thus far. The trash abounds, and gets even worse as you venture out of the city, where I witnessed children and families playing and/or scavenging through festering garbage dumps while emaciated cows followed suit. The filth is palpable, as exhaust fumes, dirt, and trash join forces in the overcrowded streets to satiate your face and body. Even my merino wool absorbed the stench. Thankfully, I didn’t fall victim to bag snatching, though it sounded quite scary, as skilled thieves on motorbikes are known to slices bag straps and take off before you know it.
All this pales in comparison, however, to the atrocities that tarnish the city and country’s very recent history. The Khmer Rouge was an oppressive regime in the 1970’s that came to power on the coattails of the U.S. destruction of rural Cambodia during the Vietnam War. I was both disappointed in myself and upset with our education system that I had no idea that the United States had dropped more bombs on Cambodia than had been dropped during the entirety of World War II. That my country ran these rural dwellers into the cities, where the Khmer Rouge was a beacon of hope in escaping the terror raining down from above.
If they only knew.
Pol Pot and his Khmer Rouge regime systematically annihilated those living within the city of Phnom Penh and throughout Cambodia. Any sense of distrust resulted in coerced confessions, false accusations of treason, and forced divulgence of information that none of these souls ever had. Doctors, Engineers, Farmers, Mothers, Children, Murdered. In all, one quarter of the entire population of Cambodia was exterminated. One quarter of a generation, gone. Prisons were set up around the country, where torture and coercion were on the daily fixed agenda. We got the chance to visit S-21, at the Tuol Sleng museum. Once a schoolyard, the classrooms were turned into cells, the playground equipment mechanisms for torture. After false confessions of treason or the like were confirmed, prisoners were taken by the truckload outside the city to the Killing Fields, where loudspeakers and diesel engines drowned out the screams of individuals murdered one by one, more often than not by blunt force trauma to the head, as bullets were too precious to be wasted. Especially sickening was the mass murder of innocent children, taken by the legs from their mothers and beaten against the killing tree until they stopped breathing. Fragments of bone, teeth, and skin have been found deep in the tree bark.
Walking around the killing fields today is a somber, numbing experience. A large memorial stands in the center, filled to the top with skulls, each marked with the cause of death near their respective cracks and holes. Pits of mass graves lay scattered about, where clothing and bone fragments make their way to the surface with each rainy season. Glass cases contain the remnants picked up by the workers once the garments are fully unearthed by nature. Peering into the glass, blouses lay next to shorts meant for no older than a 3-year old. The killing tree leans in the center of the fields, covered in bracelets meant for remembrance. It's all very disturbing.
As is the case will all museums of this sort, we keep the remnants intact so as to educate the world, so this may never happen again. Similar to my reaction at the Dachau concentration camp outside Munich 5 years ago, I can’t help but have feelings of indignation that the world’s declarations of Never Again are bullshit. Repression and senseless murder continue to run rampant in our world. The scariest part of it all is that we are a part of the destruction, whether we realize it or not. Just as I was shocked to learn the U.S. role in the destruction of Cambodia and ultimate rise of the Khmer Rouge, you may also be shocked to learn just how much of a presence we currently have in Yemen, or at least above it. I encourage you to read up on our drone campaign there, and the impact on the innocent citizens, yes women and children, whose lives we’ve destroyed or ended. Or choose to ignore it, as it doesn’t quite fit the narrative that only the bad guys kill the innocent. Or that anything bad the country has ever done in the Middle East is George W. Bush’s fault. It’s imperative to realize that Cambodia wasn’t an aberration, Agent Orange wasn’t a one-off misstep. History repeats itself over and over again. Perhaps my children will go to a museum someday in Yemen or elsewhere in the Middle East and be disgusted by their country’s actions and impacts on faceless, indefensible victims, and the horror of daily life anticipating fire raining down from the heavens. I love my country and my fellow countrymen, but there comes a time when we all must look in the mirror and question whether actions that make sense today won’t be classified in the future as clearly misguided and detrimental.
I understand war is multifaceted, with no right answers. I won’t sit here and pretend like I could even begin to craft the right strategies, even with hindsight. The aftermath of such wars, though, as was the case with the Khmer Rouge, are so regularly accepted as inherently evil and deplorable that it goes without saying that exterminating 25% of a population for no other reason other than they were simply unwanted can in no way be viewed with a different lens and found to be justified. I challenge you, then, as an American, to look inward at what we’ve accepted as the norm in our society, in the name of freedom, rights, and choice. As a rule, the trauma of the killing tree is not all that different than that of a terminated pregnancy inside the womb. Depending on which statistics you trust, the current rate of pregnancies that end in abortion is around 20%. That is to say that we are currently missing around 20% of the people that at one time had the potential to live and breathe and prosper in our free society. It confuses me when I watch the country celebrate the ability to produce such a statistic. I speak not of celebrating the act of abortion itself, but rather the right to choose who lives and who dies, for the betterment of an individual. Is this something to celebrate, to fight for? The right to exterminate a human that is unwanted or that we feel cannot be taken care of? This isn’t an argument for being Pro-Life or Pro-Choice, but rather a plead for an introspection and realization that we can we can do better as a country, especially with the support of our own people, the marginalized, the ones that have no voice for themselves, and especially the ones that feel they are left with no other options.
Perhaps one day the world will recognize even more lost generations, and Never Again may be more than just a feeble catch-phrase to make us feel better about our feigned vows to open our eyes during the next atrocity.