Monday, October 31, 2005

BOO!


Tonight, it’s Halloween.

The kids from the neighborhood came by decked out in ghosts, witches, angels, and ninjas costumes. They were all cute, some funny.

Later on, we thought we were running out of candies so we turned the porch lights out hoping the kids would skip our house. But the dark and quiet porch attracts even more kids and they keep on coming. But luckily, we found a stash of candies in my sister’s room. It’s her personal stash. So we were back in business again. The little ones, and big ones, keep on coming by. We all were greatly entertained and had great laughs at what the kids were wearing.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

I Need Some Guidance Before I Go to Cambodia

I was about to buy travel guidebooks from Amazon.com when my sister asked me what I was doing. I told her that I wanted to buy travel guides for Cambodia and for Southeast Asia for my trip to Cambodia. I wanted the Lonely Planet Guide to Cambodia and the LP guide to Southeast Asia because I heard they are pretty good. I wanted the LP Guide to Southeast Asia because I plan to go check out other SE Asian countries such as Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand.

Then my sister told me that I don’t really need to buy those books now. She said that there are plenty of LP guides selling in bookstalls in Cambodia and Thailand. They are pretty cheap.

Cool! Glad to hear that. I don’t have to buy them now. I just saved about fifty bucks.

In the Mood for Halloween.

It’s Halloween again and so far I heard two strange stories happened this week. Here are the stories:

1. Man re-enacted horror movie scene, slashing man with knife
AP

(10/27/05 - ROGERS, AR) - Police say something bad was bound to happen when a butcher knife, the movie "Halloween" and a group of drinking men came together at a Rogers motel room.

John Hetzel, 40, was charged with aggravated assault and second-degree battery after attacking a man who checked on him at his motel room after a night of drinking, police spokesman Cpl. Kelley Cradduck said.

Cradduck said the victim had gone to the motel Tuesday night to check on Hetzel after they had been drinking at a bar. Hetzel and his roommate were watching the horror movie "Halloween" and, when the man knocked, Hetzel opened the door and slashed away with a butcher knife, Cradduck said.

The man, whose name was unavailable, raised his right arm to ward off the blows and was stabbed in the hand.

Cradduck said police they had trouble interviewing Hetzel because he was drunk, but the spokesman said Hetzel told officers that he should have killed the victim.

Police said they could upgrade the charge to attempted murder.

Cradduck said Hetzel has served time in a Nevada prison for attempted murder and kidnapping.


2. I heard this story on the radio while driving. I’m not sure if it’s a prank or real. I was not able to track it down so I can’t tell you when or where it happened exactly.

There was a suicide committed plainly in broad daylight in front of a house along a busy street. A young woman was to kill herself by hanging herself from a tree in front of her house. While she was in the process of hanging herself, many people witnessed it but did nothing. They all thought she was doing a Halloween decoration. And when she hangs her self, people thought it was a Halloween prank. Three hours later, police arrived and found her body hanging on the tree, dead by hanging.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Poet U Sam Oeur's New Book

Poet U Sam Oeur


Crossing Three Wildernesses

U Sam Oeur, author of Crossing Three Wildernesses (Coffee House Press) will be at Borders Book Store, 1390 West University Avenue in St. Paul on Friday, Nov. 4, at 7:00 p.m. and The Book Shelf, 619 Huff Street in Winona on Wed., Nov. 9, at 6:00 p.m. for readings and book signings.

Crossing Three Wildernesses is U Sam Oeur’s memoir of a harrowing but ultimately triumphant affirmation of the human spirit. Together with Kevin McCullough, celebrated Cambodian poet, U Sam Oeur narrates his incredible life story, testifies to the horrors of genocide and shares his fervent prayers for peace and freedom through the process of democracy.

Born in 1936 to a large and moderately prosperous farming family, Oeur spent his childhood herding water buffalo and tending rice paddies in the lush Cambodian countryside. He was educated under the French colonial system and selected to attend California State University in Los Angeles. While in the United States, he awakened to the possibilities of the democratic ideal and went on to receive his MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop.

Upon returning to Cambodia in 1968, Oeur married, became a captain in Lon Nol's army, served in the National Assembly and was part of the Cambodian delegation to the United Nations. When Pol Pot assumed power in 1975, Oeur, having vowed to help establish democracy in Cambodia and unaware of the events ahead, elected to stay. Driven out of Phnom Phen with millions of the city's residents, Oeur, along with his wife and son, miraculously survived the killing fields, feigning illiteracy and relying upon the skills he had learned as a child to endure six forced-labor camps over the next four years. Millions, however, died during the Khmer Rouge regime, including Oeur's twin daughters.

Crossing Three Wildernesses is a personal account of survival, an astute political analysis and a beautiful illustration of the Cambodian culture-its people, myths and traditions. In a world still plagued by genocide and terror, this remarkable memoir is a moving call to freedom and a passionate plea for peace.

A devout Buddhist, U Sam Oeur is the author of the bilingual collection of poems Sacred Vows. He lives in Texas, where he continues to translate the poems of Walt Whitman into Khmer.

The poem Sacred Vows from his first book "Sacred Vows" can be found here at Artful Dodge.

U Sam Oeur

Sacred Vows

for Michael Dennis Browne

I. Kapok Plantation
May 1978

I was assigned, one among seven,
to clear the land, 500 acres worth;
to transform it into the site
for a kapok plantation: mid-May '78

One afternoon, on a scorching day,
the Red-Eyes sat in a circle in the shade.
Their leader proclaimed: "This season, Angkar
will start more intensive work
to finish ahead of schedule.

And after harvest, in the cold months,
Angkar will wipe out all useless people,
and leave the seed of fifteen families for each cooperative-
we will consider this the model."

I stared at the sky.
I murmured
"O, Almighty One!
Do you hear the proclamations of these monsters?"


II. Pronouncement
October 1978

I knew I could never escape. I remembered
what the Great Spirit had told me: in time of danger
I should burn incense and invoke Sakadevaraja, the King of Angels,
to save the lives of my countrymen and women.

Under the light of the full moon, while
guarding the rice paddy fields from marauding beasts,
I burned 21 sticks of incense I'd made from kapok leaves
and set them in a termite mound.

Then, three times, I recited: "Namo tassa Bhagavato Arahato Samma Sambuddhassa"*

Then I pronounced my Sacred Vows:

"Oh God in His Highest Form
higher than the Universe,
the King of Angels
all the Great-Grandmother
Deities,

my Mother and Father
from the Heavenly Island
I pray to all of you.

Great-Grandfather Raja
Great-Grandfather Suos,
all the local deities,
King of the Sacred Cobras,
deities of the six directions,
deities of the mountains and seas,
bless these benedictions.

May the Boddhi Tree be free to grow.
May the Sugar Palm be free from blame.
May the supernatural devils be banished from Cambodia.
May Peace be restored
to the people of this land.

When Cambodia is independent,
the people free from fears,
when Human Rights are respected,
I promise to offer
alms for my Father
to more than 500 monks
at Angkor Wat.

May my Great-Grandmother Cobra
and the King of the Mountain
Country witness my Sacred Vows.

After I have crossed
these three wildernesses,
after I have reached
the shore of genuine Freedom,
I will invite the monks
more than 500 of them
to preach the 24,000 propositions
to chant the Parabhava Sutta
in celebration of
the rebirth of my beloved Cambodia."


On the night of the full moon, October '78
the moon shone brightly over the jungle
where the cold north wind
swept the rice paddy fragrance
through the silent midnight.

And from the top of a termite mound
the smokes of incense curl,
soaring to Heaven,
carrying my Sacred Vows to the Almighty
as the moon revolves westward.


(Translated from the Khmer by Ken McCullough)

*Translator's Note: "Namo tassa Bhagavato Arahato Samma Sambuddhassa" could be translated as "Praise be to Him, the Blessed One, the Fully-Enlightened One."



Soccer in Cambodia


International Herald Tribune has great articles about Cambodia. The most recent article is about the sport of soccer or football in Cambodia. I’m glad to see the National Soccer Team is improving. Also, they just hired an Australian Coach to help them. Cambodia has great players and very passionate fans. I will keep a close watch on this development.


Cambodia loses - and wins
Nathaniel Myers
International Herald TribuneFRIDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2005

PHNOM PENH There is no rule directing professional football referees on how to react when stray dogs wander onto the pitch in the middle of play. In the match played between Cambodia and Singapore in Phnom Penh Oct. 11, the referee did as best he could, blowing his whistle to halt play and then chasing the dog off the field himself, the crowd cheering him on. Not a common occurrence in most international matches perhaps, but then again, this was no ordinary match.

Cambodia had not hosted an international football match in five years, largely because it lacked a worthy venue. The site where this match was played, a lovely but dilapidated 1960s creation called the Olympic Stadium, had itself not seen an international competition of any kind for years. Remarkably, this didn't stop the organizers from announcing the match a mere eight days before it was to take place.

Fortunately there was already someone in place to handle the frantic fix-up job: A few months previously, the government had granted a private company the right to operate private parking lots on the grounds in return for keeping the stadium clean. Given these challenges, if on game day there were a few noticeable swaths of dirt on the field or dog-induced pauses in play, it seemed excusable.

The crowd itself, estimated at 10,000, certainly did not seem to mind the dirt, the lack of useable toilets or the bumpy pitch, and seemed to enjoy the spectacle of the dogs. Made up largely of young men, many of whom drove their motorbikes into the stadium to park on the concrete concourse overlooking the pitch, the crowd cheered enthusiastically on the rare occasions the Cambodian side got the ball. Entrepreneurial snack sellers made their way through the stands, carrying peanuts, crackers, dried
shrimp and other local fan-food. A group of high-school students sat in the stands displaying an enormous Cambodian flag, which features the silhouette of Angkor Wat, the pride of Cambodia. Dozens of Buddhist monks, clad in their bright orange robes, stood watching silently, studiously ignoring the occasional camera-wielding tourist who snapped their picture.

The Cambodian players, alas, were unable to produce the victory their fans were hoping for. The Cambodian side had lost its previous 11 matches and would go on to lose this one too, 2-0, thoroughly dominated by the Singaporeans.

Despite the defeat, expectations remain high for the team. With new support from the government, the Cambodian Football Federation has hired an Australian to coach the team and raised player salaries in response to complaints they could not afford to buy enough food to grow stronger.

The successful, semi-improvised hosting of the match represented another step forward for Cambodian football - and Cambodia in general. In Phnom Penh, still recovering from decades of warfare and civil unrest and plagued by terrible poverty, such public events remain few and far between, and their mere presence seems to affirm that Cambodia is making progress. It may not have been the result that Cambodian fans were hoping for. But in simply hosting the game, dogs and all, they had much to celebrate.

Letters to The Phnom Penh Post

I don’t know about you, but I always looking forward to the new edition of the Phnom Penh Post (PPP). What I love the most are the Letters to the Editor and the Commentary Sections. PPP has very opinionated and passionate letter writers. I enjoy reading letters from different people writing topics concerning Cambodia. Very interesting. For example, this week, Alex Hinton, Rutgers University, wrote to defend a review of his new book "Why Did They Kill? Cambodia in the Shadow of Genocide" (California 2005). Henri Locard, also a respect scholar on Cambodia, reviewed the book. Very interesting exchange. The question of why did Khmer Rouge did what they did is hotly debated. What role did Buddhism played? Is there something in the Khmer Culture that contributing to what happened? No one really knows and everybody has his/her own opinion. And the perspectives or discussions into these matters fascinate me.

Why did they kill? (1)

I would like to thank the Phnom Penh Post for reviewing my book, "Why Did They Kill? Cambodia in the Shadow of Genocide" (California 2005). I am also grateful to Henri Locard for grappling with my arguments and for taking the time to write a lengthy review in the September 9, 2005 issue of the Post. Locard is a respected scholar of Democratic Kampuchea and I have appreciated reading his work in the past. However, I found his review of my book, while at times perceptive and informative, problematic in a number of regards. We also have sharp disagreements that are important to foreground.

First, while Locard notes that my book focuses broadly on the cultural dimensions of the Cambodian genocide, he strangely does not mention the two central questions at the core of my book: (a) what motivates perpetrators to kill, and (b) how does genocide come to take place? These questions are stated explicitly on pages 3-4 of my book and structure the ensuing arguments.

Instead of discussing these key issues, Locard quibbles. He begins his review by stating that "perhaps the same interesting points could have been made more succinctly" before taking issue with my use of the word "outright" to describe Khmer Rouge executions. Here, as with many of the minor critiques that follow, Locard's arguments are flawed or inaccurate. For example, he ignores the various senses of the word outright which, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, means not just "going straight ahead" but also "thorough", "blatant", "complete", and "unconditional". By focusing only on the first sense, he can imply that I ignore "the S-21-type of prolonged agonies that victims went through". This assertion is quite odd because, as his own review later notes, my book spends considerable time discussing the horrors of Tuol Sleng.

At times, his assertions are quite misleading. For example, he quotes a passage in which I state that "already, by 1976, interrogators seem to have been readily using torture [234]." He concludes that I "obviously" have not read Bizot's "The Gate" [I have], which shows that torture was used by the Khmer Rouge prior to DK. Locard does not mention that the above passage is taken from a section of my book where I am clearly referring to Tuol Sleng in particular, not Khmer Rouge practices in general. Likewise, Locard suggests that I ignore the youth of the perpetrators, which is not the case (see, for example, pages 130-31 or 267 of my book). While it would take an enormous amount of space to respond to each of Locard's minor critiques, the above responses provide an illustration of the problematic nature of most of them.

More importantly, I want to explicitly foreground several major issues that divide Mr Locard and me, ones that are central to our understanding of DK, Cambodian culture, and the nature of the crimes committed by the Khmer Rouge.

* Was it a genocide? As the title of my book suggests, I think that it was. Based on the fact that there is little or no mention of the word genocide - or my larger arguments about the factors that give rise to and motivate genocide - in Locard's review (he prefers the term "mass killing"), I suspect that he does not view it as such. Regardless, this is an important point of debate among scholars of the DK period. I view the DK violence as genocide both in the strict sense of the UN Convention (that encompasses attacks on ethnic minorities like Chams and ethnic Vietnamese and religious groups like Buddhist monks) and in the broader sense used by most scholars of genocide (which encompasses systematic attempts to annihilate political and economic groups, among others). This is a hotly contested issue, one that will be much debated during the upcoming trial of surviving former Khmer Rouge leaders.

* Were most of the perpetrators "ideological automatons"? Locard and I diverge sharply here. My book critiques the overly reductive, simplistic, and frequently invoked portrayal of the perpetrators as "ideological automatons", offering instead a model that accounts for the complexity of cultural knowledge that motivates people to act and even to commit horrific deeds. (Locard gives the mistaken impression that I "brush aside" this theory, neglecting its centrality to my overall argument and that I explicitly and thoroughly critique the theory.) Locard suggests that, by "reintroduc[ing] free will and personal responsibility into the criminal behavior of the perpetrators", I may be "unconsciously projecting a Western conception of education into the Cambodian hinterland".

This assertion is somewhat odd since, to buttress the "ideological automaton" theory, he invokes long-standing stereotypes of peasants as "coming from a background steeped in ignorance and above all superstitions", a background that supposedly made it easy for them to be "manipulated". Most people who have spent time living and interacting with Cambodian villagers will recognize that this reductive portrait does not accord with reality (see, for example, May Ebihara's seminal work on Cambodian villagers).

Locard further asserts that the "best proof that they had been turned into killing machines is that, for those who survived the regime, once de-conditioned, they settled down and lead normal family lives." While Locard is correct that many former perpetrators want to understand how they became part of the killing process and who was ultimately responsible for it, he ignores the fact that many former local-level perpetrators are conflicted (or even tormented and traumatized) about this past and that their re-entry into "normal family life" was often not smooth but characterized by tensions with their neighbors, particularly those whose family members they were responsible for abusing or killing. These tensions, while muted, continue to exist in Cambodia today and may resurface at times during the tribunal. They also suggest the need for the tribunal to be supplemented by a parallel mechanism of truth and reconciliation on the local level.

* What role did obedience play in the genocide? Locard and I again differ on this question, as he highlights when he questions whether I give obedience "the place it deserves" as an explanatory factor. More broadly, Locard argues that in Cambodia there exists a "slavish mentality or blindly obeying orders of people you regard as your superior". My book does discuss the role of obedience in the genocide, but I do so through an analysis of the larger sociocultural contexts in which such behaviors are embedded, particularly patronage relationship (and other relationships of dependency manifest in family and educational structure) and contexts in which face, honor, and duty are foregrounded.

Nevertheless, an overemphasis on obedience in Cambodia - as illustrated by Locard's remarks about the "slavish mentality" of the Khmer - is problematic in several regards. First, it overlooks the fact that obedience is a salient factor in violence throughout the world. As the Milgram "shock" experiment and Stanford "prisoner" experiment so vividly demonstrated, even average Americans readily turn obedient in the context of authority, despite a larger cultural emphasis on independence and anti-authoritarianism. Second, as the conclusion of my book discusses, an overemphasis on obedience leads us to ignore the complexity of human relationships and subjectivity, variations in the degree of pressure to obey, and the larger historical and social context in which obedience is enacted.

With specific regard to genocidal violence, the obedience explanation is unable to account for the perpetrator's excessive brutality (obedient automatons would merely carry out their orders, not torment and brutalize their victims). To explain this brutality, which was pervasive during DK, I delve into the sociocultural and psychological dynamics that underpin such behaviors. The issue of obedience is of enormous importance as the tribunal draws near, since many former Khmer Rouge, echoing the excuses given by perpetrators involved in mass violence in other locales, already displace responsibility for their actions by claiming, "I was just following orders."

* Relatedly, are there certain underlying Cambodian cultural characteristics that make Cambodians particularly prone to be violent? I doubt Locard would take this position, though his remarks about the "slavish mentality" of the Khmer, the "superstitions, irrationality and ignorance" of many young Khmer Rouge perpetrators, and the importance of examining "the dark realm of Khmer folklore" are suggestive in this regard. I would explicitly answer this question in the negative. Like every other culture in the world, there are some local Cambodian cultural models that may motivate violence in certain circumstances.

To understand the Cambodian genocide, we must focus on these circumstances - in other words, on the larger historical context in which the mass violence came to take place. My book provides a framework for understanding the process by which genocide comes to take place, what I refer to as "genocidal priming". (Locard's review does not discuss this framework, which is crucial to my argument.) Genocidal priming includes such processes as socioeconomic upheaval, the rise to power of ideologues seeking to radically re-engineer society, the reorganization of society in a manner that makes the dehumanization, disempowerment, and eventual extermination of victim groups easier, the emergence of an ideology of hate that legitimates such killing, and so forth.

My approach is explicitly framed in a manner that is historically grounded and not culturally determinist and that focuses on how the Khmer Rogue blended Marxist-Leninist and Maoist ideas with local cultural beliefs, what I call "ideological palimpsests." An understanding of the cultural dimensions of genocide is essential to understanding the motivations and patterning of the violence. However, culture does not "cause" genocide, though an understanding of genocide requires an understanding of culture. Culture is a necessary, but not a sufficient explanatory factor.

These remarks aside, I should note that there are areas on which Locard and I agree, such as the importance of understanding how Buddhist beliefs, Marxist-Leninist ideology, and Maoist ideas were incorporated into Khmer Rouge ideology or how the local prison networks functioned (an issue I do not foreground). Indeed, Locard's work on such issues has made an important contribution our understanding of DK. Despite our disagreements, I'd like to thank him once again for engaging with my book and raising some crucial issues about the Cambodian genocide with which all of us must grapple.

Alex Hinton, Rutgers University, Brunswick, New Jersey

Juliette Binoche Interviews Rithy Panh

Director, Film Maker Rithy Panh


A user by the name of khemara15 posted this interivew on khmerconnection.com. I find it very interesting. So, I'm reposting the French version and the unofficial translation here again to share with you all.


Unofficial translation of an interview with Rithy Panh

In Cambodia, Cinema is a Medicine


Rithy Panh (R.P.) talks about his work on memories and identity in a post-genocidal society marked by the ravages of post-colonialism and receiving a humanitarian perfusion.

Juliette Binoche (J.B.) is particularly attached to Cambodia and has seen some of Rithy Panh’s work during the last Film Festival at La Rochelle. She wanted to meet him.


J.B. : What was your first contact with France?

R.P. : I ended up as a 15-year old refugee in Grenoble. I was cold and hungry. I was lost in the midst of the mountains.

J.B. : and previously?

R.P.: It was the genocide in Cambodia. My family and I were transported by the Khmer Rouge from Phnom Penh to a distant place in the country. There was nothing, no house, no food and not many people. I remember the train that took us there, locked wagons, and this jerky sound that is so memorable that it still comes back to me from time to time, 30 years later. I rediscovered it at the Cine-Club of Grenoble in Alain Resnaid’s “Nuit et Brouillard” ( a 1955 documentary about the Final Solution transportation of Jews into concentration camps). I am making films today not to forget this sound.

J.B. Can poverty disappear in Cambodia?

R.P. There was poverty before the Genocide, there is still poverty today. This does not diminish the horror of the genocide but this is to say that the poor always pay dearly in Cambodia, regardless of the regime. Cambodia is not a country where people starve. There is agriculture, rice, rain. And yet, under the KR, people were starving to death.

J.B. And your family?

R.P. My grand-parents were poor peasants. My father was the only child out of 8 to have studied. He became a school teacher in Phnom Penh. If there was no genocide, we would have been happy, and especially educated. But my parents died during the deportation and eight of my brothers, sisters, cousins, grand-parents as well. My past is that of a destroyed family.

J.B. Can we try to explain this genocide?

R.P. Somebody who has been through it cannot grasp everything. I don’t want to understand. To try and understand is to want to find solutions, excuses.

J.B. But to make sure that it does not happen again. One has to understand history, where it hurts, where it’s hidden. When I played the character of my last film “ Breaking and entering” directed by Anthony Minghella, which deals with violence in Bosnia, I tried to go back into the past. Why is it that this systematic slaughter repeated itself in history?

R.P: One would have to isolate this Evil Part in human beings and analyse it as a scientist would do in a lab with cancerous cells.

J.B. In the former Yugoslavia, once can see that the lid blew off. After 35 years of socialism under Tito, which brought everybody together without too much thinking, old feuds, hatred from the past just came back in greater intensity. A military defeat from 100 years ago but seen as if it only happened yesterday…

R.P. : This raises the issue of education which is at the center of my films. If the Cambodian peasants had been educated, the majority would not have become executioners. That’s definitely why I always come back to the issue of education in my films.

J.B. There is a beautiful part in “Land of the Wandering Souls” when two men had to choose among four sons who would finish the work…

R.P. Each son is an element and the men have to understand and choose…

J.B. I don’t know whether they had gone to school but one gets the impression that the men chose by relying on culture, which mixes cosmic poetry with deep knowledge of Mother nature…

R.P. It’s natural intelligence, not schooling, that has always impressed me. In their fashion, they already explained globalization to us. In trying to lay this fiber optic cable that crosses the whole country. It’s about technology, big business, going from Frankfurt to Shanghai but these peasants don’t understand everything. They know that wealth is running underneath their country and they are benefiting a little. They dig but they are sure that they will benefit from what is not available to them right now: when the broadband transforms itself into land, water, fire, wind. One must listen to the poorest and the simplest people.

J.B. Do you think Westerners should interact this way with Third World countries?

R.P.: This kind of relationship should not be overlooked. But it sounds too much and too often like neo-colonialism “ we are bringing you civilisation, modernity and you keep quiet” It’s a way of alleviating guilt for little money. I think that the best way to help poor countries is to be good people at home. Charity begins at home. Obviously, emergency situations require immediate help but foreign aid is not a simple matter of sending a check.

J.B. But how does one help with actions?

R.P. Often, a Westerner does a good deed but does not realize that it is a bad deed in a poor country.

J.B. You mean, aid is not real on the ground?

R.P. On the contrary, it’s a real industry in Cambodia, a system. There are over 700 NGOs over there, it’s a booming industry for the past 20 years. If humanitarian aid stops, the country collapses. And that’s precisely the problem. To give clothes to a child, it’s a way of saving her from prostitution. But that’s not enough. The country should be given the means and the opportunity to save itself. Emergency aid is fine but to rebuild, the Cambodians should be given the opportunity to take care of itself. For an NGO, what is most important is to know when to withdraw: transfer knowledge, funds to Cambodians themselves. And it’s not easy, because that’s giving up power, financially, politically, symbolically.

J.B. So, there is no solution.

R.P. The main problem of poor people is to with identity: how to recover their identity, their memory, following colonisation and following genocide for Cambodia? No NGO can help with that. Everything has to happen at the collective level of consciousness. A people has to have self-respect. If it acquires an identity, it can have a strong memory, a history, an education and it can lead a struggle together to define a project, to live As a society.

J.B. Movie-making for you is a way to lead the struggle?

R.P; It’s especially to meet people and to help them recover their memory. I have not felt as enriched as when I meet Cambodians to make my movies, when I make them talk. That’s why I am making a lot of documentaries.

J.B. Documentaries are a stronger source of inspiration than works of fiction.

R.P. The best way is to handle fiction differently: start with an actress and observe her interactions with ordinary people.

J.B. Somewhat like the way Abbas Kiarostami handles his stories and lets his actors confront reality.

R.P. My last film “ The artists of the burnt theater “is of this type but it is produced strictly as a documentary. But you will never find a producer that finances this kind of fiction work.

J.B. Why not?

R.P. One can count on five fingers producers who want this and who can make a living out of it. Me, I would like to be free to do things I want to do. I have just started an AV center in Phnom Penh: There are four people with small DV cameras and they try to bring stories from Cambodia. It’s a center to archive and train. In Cambodia, there are 100 channels on cable and we are not able to get one. We should be able to do it. Once again, it’s a question of memory, therefore identity.

J.B. I have seen a lot of films on Apartheid then on Bosnia, two films which I have been in recently. And I realized how much freedom these DV cameras give to people with no money. Thus, a way to express oneself, to resist.

R.P. The arrival of digital saved us. People whom we meet since , after 4 or 5 months of filming, give us an experience that is 100 times richer.

J.B. When I saw your films at La Rochelle, the silence at the end of the screening was impressive. As if they were mirrors which reflected our lack of consciousness, our selfishness, our history as Westerners…

R.P. In Cambodia, you have the same thing. People don’t help one another very much. I think that the genocide, the experience of survival, has taught selfishness to Khmers, and it’s terrible because it still here, 25 years later. In my first film, “The Rice people”, the key theme is the solidarity, the mutual help among villagers. Today, these things are almost non-existent, fear has eradicated them. That’s why In Cambodia, the cinema is a medicine. People end up talking in front of the camera. They talk to one another, victims and executioners.

J.B. How was a film as tough as “S-21-The KR killing machine” received in Cambodia?

R.P. A few Executioners have come out in public. They tried to explain, with the help of victims. Silence has hidden guilt, which cinema, theater, song, poetry, art in general, uncovers. In front of history, however tragic, one has to assess oneself. For example, it’s about time France comes out and says that colonisation is one the biggest errors of Western powers.

J.B. We have never said it?R.P. The deputies have voted a law last February 23 how France should be proud of her colonial mission.J.B. That’s incredible.R.P. People are dreaming. Proud of France’s colonial mission! We are in 2005 and the deputies have voted this law! How do you expect the Third World countries to live in peace, given this kind of law?J.B. It’s necessary for the First World to help the Third World but how to do it is another matter.R.P. In its effort to help the Third World, The First World have caused a lot of pain. To civilize through colonialisation, it’s to bring knowledge, values, religion. But it is also to make money. But the Third World remains a child and will rebel. It’s like communism, or KR ideology. We are spreading good, therefore everybody should support it. And in the name of this ideal, we have the worst consequences: no more long hair, no more differences, everybody in black pajamas.J.B. Who is responsible?R.P. Everybody is. How did the peasant become a killer in Cambodia or Rwanda or in the former Yugoslavia? A few people are more responsible than others but political manipulation is at the heart of this terror. There were people who manipulated, spread terrors, pushed people to commit crimes. How did a few people could lead to so much hatred, this has been the subject of one of my films. It happened in Cambodia, in the newspapers, but also in Rwanda on the radio and in Serbia on TV. Or even here in France, it does not take much to create a political or economic situation.

J.B. Who is the most responsible? The person who speaks on the radio or the one who acts upon it and massacres people with a machete?R.P. It’s very complicated. Only time will reveal things and point to culpability. And we need several generations. The process may have an educational role but it is not sufficient. Justice should happen at the same time as the words. Impunity is very dangerous. If there is no justice, there is no guilt, no fault, no need to forgive, no feel for wandering souls.

J.B. Have you felt wandering souls?

R.P. I live with them, talk to them. I see dead people all around me. Every evening, my father, mother, brothers and cousins, friends. At the beginning, it was difficult. I am more at peace now.J.B. Do you know where the bodies of these people are?R.P. No, for the most part. I don’t know where my parents are. But the mourning, little by little, is to learn to live with the memory of these people.J.B. Do you have children?

R.P. I have a Cambodian daughter who was 3 months old when I adopted her 11 years ago. I don’t hide anything from her. I did not want to have any child myself. But there are so many orphans in Cambodia.

J.B. When I was in Cambodia, I went to an orphanage in Phnom Penh. Many Westerners, including French, adopt Cambodian children. What would you like to tell them?

R.P. I am against this type of adoption. Because couples adopt to solve their problem, not that of Cambodia.

J.B. But you adopted a little girl?

R.P. I am Khmer. It’s a meeting between my memory and that of my country, a way of rebuilding an identity. In adopting a little girl, I adopted a whole country. Adoptions in Cambodia are an industry. You pay, children are dressed up to beg for a Western lifestyle. I have seen couples who fly in, and who fly out within 3 days, since the NGOs have already reserved children. My heart aches. I find this humiliating. I am not against generosity but against the exploitation in the system.

J.B. If the Cambodian government took more into consideration the street children who are starving in Phnom Penh, there would be fewer NGOs and adoptions of this type.

R.P. Then the embargo on Cambodia that lasted 10 years , the support for the KR should have stopped, Western powers did not have clear policies on Cambodia, let’s not forget.

J.B. But you were adopted by France and by cinema. Through your films, you forged strong links between France and Cambodia. If everyone stayed in one’s country, through selfishness, what happens?

R.P. I am a pessimist, a skeptic. I see things from a negative perspective. It’s my nature. And as a cinematographer, I want to denounce things which are wrong.

J.B. How are you perceived in Cambodia?

RP. People think that I am perverse. They say “ please pipe down. You are sawing the tree branch we are sitting on”. I am perceived as a hellion, someone who prevents people who try to forget. But where do these Cambodians come from? There was not even a Khmer word for genocide. One must let them speak.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Cambodia expects over one million tourists by the end of 2005

Cambodia received 117,943 tourists in the month of August 2005 alone, compared to 86,450 tourists came in August last year.

The distribution for the month of August 2005:

.: Air
Phnom Penh 34,861
Siem Reap 40,403
.: Land 36,508
.: Boat 2,412
.: Preah Vihear 3,759

The top five nationalities to visit Cambodia in August 2005 are:

1. Korea 23,617 represents ~ 20%
2. Japan 13,397 11%
3. France 7,184 6%
4. USA 7,145 6%
5. UK 5,380 5%


From January 2005 to August 2005, the total number of tourists visited Cambodia was 912,490, compared to 660,620 tourists last year.

The distribution for Jan.-Aug. 2005:

.: Air
Phnom Penh 269,733
Siem Reap 276,339
.: Land 290,223
.: Boat 21,064
.: Preah Vihear 55,131

The breakdown of top five nationalities visited Cambodia from Jan. – Aug. 2005:

1. Korea 147,940 represents ~ 16.2%
2. Japan 81,757 9
3. USA 72,638 8
4. France 47,204 5
5. UK 45,776 5

One report projected the total number of tourists to visit Cambodia in 2005 to be approximately 1.3 million.

Phnom Penhois or what?

What is the correct way to call someone from Phnom Penh in English (or Latin?)?

I’ve heard people say Phnom Penher and Phnom Penhois. But isn’t Phnom Penhois French? Like Québécois? So, what is the correct name in Standard English?

I used to know the rule for this stuff long ago, but now I forget. My head is too cluttered up with Spanglish and European languages. I’m also curious for names for people from other places too, like Austenite (from Austin) and Houstonian (from Houston).

Y’all let me know if you know what Phnom Penh inhabitants are called or know of any good ones for people from other places.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Hot, Sour, and Salty

Just add salt, crushed chillies, and a cold beer.
And you get sex in the city.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Khmer Rapper Raps about the Rouge

Performer & ARtist named praCh


A Khmer rapper in Long Beach, California by the name of praCh is very impressive and is making a name for himself. Like some rappers who rap about life in the hood, he raps about his life in Long Beach and about the Khmer Rouge. I enjoyed his honest, simple, straightforward, no nonsense, and hard-hitting lyrics. His lyrics touched me in a way that I can’t describe. The rhyming, the flow, the words used, the theme, and the story just grab my attention and made me listen. His use of Khmer words, interspersing with the mostly English lyric, are not just fill-ins or for stalling to make the words rhyme, but has very deep meaning and very well placed that can touch those that understand Khmer in a way that English can’t. I enjoyed his music and reading his lyrics. He’s indeed a good writer/poet/performer/artist.

You can read more about praCh here and his sample lyrics here.


WelCome
by praCh


i was welcome into this world,
nineteen seventy nine was the year.
those was the time,
the end'n of the killing field in Kampuchea.
i love Cambodia, cus i was born there.
but during those time,
my people was living in fear.
all cramp up in camp concentration,
millions of refugees can u hear me?
are u listening?
there just gotta be a way out of there.
so i " sah-ma sah-put-toe ta sac "
then disappear.
my country crumble'n
cus communist is conquering
from all the broke'n promises
anonymous sponsoring.
fleeing the country, knees deep in defeat.
i can't sleep. some make it threw,
the other may they rest in peace.
cus after one thousand, three hundred,
and sixty days, struggle'n for life.
dodge'n boobies traps land mines,
travel'n day and night.
we fight for our rights,
because we refuse to lose.
flee'n for freedom use'n flip flop for shoes.


i was welcome into the U.S.
nineteen eighty three was the year.
soon our feet hits the ground,
my mom busted in tears.
words can't describe,
a moment so rare.
and right by her side,
my father was there.
staring at the skies,
hold'n each other.
realize we survive the genocide,
and still together.
"twye ba kome ( loc yahy-loc tha )"
and praise to Buddha.
cus from that point on,
" it can only get BETTER! "
bright lights, big city,
we sheltered under shadows.
a refugee community,
two family per house hold.
needed clothes, neighborhood thrift store.
needed food, check the fridge for left over.
our first car was like a cart,
push it to start, and once it spark,
it's already dark.
days turn to night,
night turn to day,
something gotta change,
we couldn't live that way.
so we round up the spare changes,
from over the years we save.
then bless the rest,
and move west to the golden state.
California, Long Beach.


from : Dalama..." then end'n is just the beginnin."trax : # 6 ( copy righted 1999 )

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Cambodia is an affordable paradise... for now.

Cambodia is an affordable paradise

For now

By John Henderson

Denver Post Staff Writer


Sihanoukville, Cambodia - I hop on the back of the little motor scooter without an ounce of trepidation. After two days in Phnom Penh, Cambodia's rapidly bustling little capital, I now view my regular trips on this country's taxis with two parts adventure and one part economic relief.

A moto is a cheap way to see Cambodia and cool in more ways than one. There's nothing like beating the heat of a hot Southeast Asian night by flying through traffic on the back of a scooter - even going the wrong way down a one-way street.

But this is different. I'm not in the city anymore. I'm far from it, far from any sense of what people view as Cambodia. Pounding along a bumpy dirt road, we pass a tiny village of six wooden structures where a man sleeps in a hammock and a child pulls a crude, wooden wagon. A little boy and his brother wave and smile at me. We swerve to avoid a goat.

This road into the real Cambodia ends at a spectacular beach. I hop off the back and forget to pay the driver as I stare open- mouthed at an expansive stretch of fine, white sand, nary a single hotel, souvenir stand or bar in sight. The only signs of civilization are two small, wooden shelters, serving only as protection from a rainstorm.


See it before the rush

In 1979, I visited a similar beach in Thailand. It was on Koh Samui, an island so sublime I didn't speak English for a week and ate nothing but fresh seafood and fruit, the only food available. Today, Koh Samui has an airport, spas and pizza parlors.

I have come to Cambodia before it becomes another Thailand. I am not the only one. In 2004 Cambodia topped a million tourists for the first time, up 50 percent in a year. Home to one of mankind's most ruthless regimes only 26 years ago, Cambodia has become a hot travel destination and one of the world's best bargains.

But while the 30-year anniversary of the end of the Vietnam War has Americans hoofing the beaten path of war sites from Danang to the Killing Fields, I chose a different goal. I have discovered that there is another Cambodia besides massacre grounds and the 1,000-year-old ruins of Angkor Wat.

The real Cambodia is my moto driver.

After I stop gawking at Otres Beach, my own personal beach, I tell him that our negotiated price of 6,000 riel (about $1.50) for the 4-mile ride is a rip-off. Instead, I offer 8,000. My driver, short, slight with a ball cap to ward off rain, puts his hands together in the sign of silent prayer, smiles broadly and nods.

"Aw kohn!" (Thank you!) he says in a greeting that would soon signify these very gentle people.

"There's sunshine, and it's new," says Burt Wigchert, an Australian who moved to Cambodia six years ago. "People want something new. They've been going to Thailand for years. They've been going to Vietnam for some years. But Vietnam doesn't get a lot of repeat business. Here I see the same people coming back."

On a steaming-hot June afternoon we're sitting in the Angkor Arms, the British pub he took over three years ago in Sihanoukville, the charming gateway to Cambodia's marvelous beaches. Filled with U.S. license plates, Nepalese knives and a Cambodian gun from 1953, the year Cambodia broke from French rule, the Angkor Arms represents the new Cambodia: a dash of Western comforts in the backdrop of a fascinating country that hasn't lost its culture despite losing a generation to war.

"It's quiet," he says. "It's unspoiled. All the people aren't used to tourists. They're happy to see you."


Meal, $3.50; hotel, $15

There are signs of growth. Lonely Planet, the backpacker's bible of Asian travel guides, declared in 2002 that Cambodia is finally safe for travel. Talk to the thousands of expats who flocked here in the late '90s and they'll say it has been safe longer than that.

Still, a year and a half ago, Occheuteal Beach, the main beach serving Sihanoukville, was as empty and gorgeous as Otres. Today there's a string of simple restaurants and beach bars; not that anyone's complaining. Unlike Thai beaches, there are no bratwurst shops or signs written in German.

Instead I eat delicious, authentic Cambodian food at prices I haven't seen since rural Egypt in the '70s. At one charming, romantic bar/restaurant called Le Roseau, a new taste thrill called coconut amok chicken is simply one of the 10 best dishes of my life.

With sticky white rice and an ice-cold beer, the total cost: $3.50.

If commercialization in Cambodia has risen, prices have not. In two weeks in Cambodia, my most expensive dish has been $5. For that I received a plate piled high with a pound of crabs in garlic sauce at Treasure Island Restaurant, where I had my own gazebo overlooking the Gulf of Thailand a few feet away.

It goes beyond food. My hotel here, the Orchidee, sitting 100 yards from Occheuteal, features a minibar, air conditioning, Internet, international cable TV and a large swimming pool for $15 a night for a double.

The more upscale Jasmine Hotel a block away is $20.

The 5 1/2-hour ride from Phnom Penh north to Siem Reap and Angkor in a comfortable air-conditioned bus is $6. Beer is never more than $1.25 per bottle. My most expensive moto ride is $2.50. I took into Cambodia $400 in cash and travelers checks, and it easily has lasted me two weeks. I once spent that much in two days in Paris.

But Cambodia is a world apart in more ways than financial. One day I pay $15 for a tour of Ream National Park, an 85-square-mile reserve established in 1993 to protect the wide variety of animal and bird species in the mangrove forest. An air-conditioned van takes my girlfriend, four others and me 8 miles east from Sihanoukville to the most rudimentary national park headquarters on the planet.

A crude wooden hut with a man swinging in a hammock is our jump-off point to ride on a longboat down the wide Prek Tuk Sap River. We miss the monkeys and dolphins, but an eagle circles overhead as a 3-foot-long monitor lizard does the breast stroke in front of our bow.

After 30 minutes we get out on a sun-splashed beach where a lone family cuts wood under their home propped up by stilts for high tides. We walk through the jungle. Suddenly, I can't forget the estimated 1 million land mines that have left many of Cambodia's 13 million people amputees.


Be wary of mines

Many mines remain. However, you're told practically when you cross the border to stay on well-trodden paths and don't even go behind a bush for bathroom breaks. But who needs to leave a path when you can see water buffalo bathing in ponds and children getting a lesson in a jungle schoolhouse?

After a hot 30-minute jaunt, we're rewarded with another lovely beach stretching 7 miles without a soul in sight. As I pour my sweaty body into the ocean, I have to look down to make sure I'm in the water. It's that warm.

"What kept bringing me back was it was unspoiled," says Jim Heston, who dumped his job as a train-traffic controller for San Diego Trolley and moved to Phnom Penh in 2000. Today he runs the comfortable Café California 2 & Guesthouse, a nerve center for Cambodia's huge expat community.

Located on the wide, French- style Sisowath Quay boulevard on the Tonle Sap River, California 2 has the best fish tacos this side of Ensenada and is my base while in Phnom Penh. The capital is no longer the gun-riddled danger zone covered with nothing but dirt roads.

Sure, there is corruption. On the road leading into Phnom Penh from the Mekong River, I saw government workers' huge mansions towering over slums. Prostitution is rampant. Prosecution of pedophilia, despite a major ad campaign, is handled mostly through bribes. My girlfriend foiled a thief by pulling back her bag as he raced by on a scooter.

But police have checkpoints for guns entering the city, and nearly all streets are paved. The number of good, cheap restaurants, and bars ranging from relaxed expat sidewalk cafes to rollicking all-night discos, are now too many to count. I ask Heston, 46 and still laid-back California blond, why so many Americans have moved here.

"You can go into a different bar or a restaurant and see someone you know," he says. "It's about people. That's what the attraction is. People here feel that. Where do people go in America? They're in their cars. They go to the mall. Everything's all spread out."

Yes, I went to the Killing Fields and Angkor. My guide at the Killing Fields outside Phnom Penh had two older sisters, 12 and 15, die of starvation under the Pol Pot regime. My guide at Angkor said his father had been murdered. I saw the 86 graves where they found 9,000 skulls. I hung out at the forest-shrouded temple where Angelina Jolie filmed "Tomb Raider."

Jolie fell in love with Cambodia and came home with an adopted baby boy. I will come home only with a love for Cambodia.

It's a country with a terrifying past, but its present has oh, so much more.


END.


Staff writer John Henderson can be reached at 303-820-1299 or jhenderson@denverpost.com.

Ayai: the art of Khmer rap

While I was searching for the Khmer Rock ‘n Roll song “Dop Pram Mouy” or “Chnam Oun Dop Pram Mouy” (trans.: “I’m 16”) and was thinking about translating it into English, I ran across some stuff on Ayai and PraCh. Of course, I had to stop and look and search some more. It was one of those things that made me go “Hmmm.”

Then, I remembered I saw a wonderful DVD about the celebration of Phnom Penh’s (yes, the city) birthday. In that DVD, there was an Ayai performance performed by a gathering of famous Ayai performers, I think it was five performers, including Kong Nai and Prach Chhoun. Of course Kong Nai (the blind master, aka. Khmer Ray Charles) and Prach Chhoun (master of Chapei dong veng, of improvisation, story telling, and Ayai singing) are both popular performers and masters Ayai singers and Chapei players. The other three (whose name I couldn’t remember, including the younger, upcoming Ayai stars) were well known performers as well and appeared regularly on radio, TV, and live performances in Cambodia.

On stage, the five masters took turn battling each other and trying to out wit each other in improvisation, singing, and playing the Chapei. The performance was unforgettable.

If you didn’t know, Ayai is a Cambodian art form that is similar to rap. Its improvised, rhymed lyric sing out in Khmer with the accompaniment of Chapei, a two-string long-necked guitar.

You can check out some sample of Master Prach Chhoun’s performance here. He is included in this CD album.




Kong Nai (who is blind) and Prach Chhoun are both in their 60-70s now and are still performing to large crowds of fans and trying to teach the art to the new generation at the same time.



Ayai Master: Kong Nai

Kong Nai, chapei dang veng and improvisational singing, Phnom Penh Kong Nai plays the chapei dang veng, a two-string long-necked guitar. He also practices the Khmer tradition of improvisational singing while he plays. Improvised lyrics were traditionally satirical or humorous, but this was forbidden by the Khmer Rouge, and he was forced to sing songs of praise for the government. He now performs less controversial songs, mostly stories and fables. Kong Nai has been a teacher at the Cambodian Master Performers Program since 2002.


Blind Master Kong Nai... I am at a loss for words here... it is hard not to think of him as a Cambodian Ray Charles. The man is remarkable as he makes up pieces as he goes along to include people he has met that evening and old friends in the room. This was a dream come true for me and many in the room to meet him.

More Links: Kong Nai-1, Kong Nai-2

More Lok Om Prach Preah Ko, Preah Keo

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

History Cafe

I just want to post these pictures. I have no comment. Read the articles and make your own opinion.

Article links: Yahoo News, Brunei Online, Australia BC.







Photos are from Reuters, AFP, Borneo Bulletin Weekend online, Yahoo News, and Channel News Asia.

Folks, these girls are not the real Khmer Rouge. They are waitresses in a themed cafe. These waitresses are just ordinary girls and school girls trying to make a living.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Sin Sisamouth and Khmer Pre-Pol Pot Music Live On

Their new album is hotter, sweatier, and more jungle fever than ever.


Someone was talking about this on the other forum and I checked out the link. To my surprise, I kind of like their remake of Khmer songs. Not bad at all. I thought I post this to share. Their music was also in the movie “City of Ghosts.” I like that movie also.

Check out:

Tip My Canoe (a saravan song made into 60 rock)
Sleepwalking Through (a Khmer folk song turned into psychedelic)

The guy couldn't sing Khmer very clearly, but he has a good voice and it blends in well with the music. Chhom Nimol (the Khmer female in the band) has an awsome voice. She sounds great in there, on all the songs.






Dengue Fever

Escape from Dragon House

( Chhom Nimol )