Thursday, May 28, 2009

LAND OF MINES

Wednesday, May 26th @3:01AM

Kevin

Our Lao driver pulled over the minivan, threw our bags down from the roof and left the five of us at the border before driving away. We proceeded through customs and border control and processed our exit paperwork. It was then about a hundred yard walk to the Cambodian side. Once there, we got our passports stamped, made a quit run to the loo and were hurried into one of two minivans that waited on the side of the road. Our group of five was broken up as Idalis and I headed to one and the rest of the group to the other. I was relegated to the front seat. Our driver was short, stocky and presumably of Khmer decent considering his dark skin and flat nose. He drove for one and a half hours without saying a word and never taking his eyes off the road. For that matter, nobody in the minivan said a single word the entire time either. The road was completely empty barring an occasional car or moto, group of kids or wandering dogs. The ride was strange and I detected some level of tension and anxiety. Maybe it was the whole way the border crossing went down or the fact that, like us, everyone in van spent time reading up on and researching Cambodia's turbulent past. A past that only ceased to be violent and war torn within the last ten years.

The rich part of Cambodia's history centered around the thirteenth century when the Khmer empire all but ruled the majority of SE Asia. As a result of this great empire we are fortunate to be blessed with Angkor, one of the great wonders of the world. The disheartening part of Cambodia's history is far more recent and also is responsible for a legacy, one of fear, war and genocide. Like Laos and Vietnam, Cambodia was also a French territory. This ended in 1953 at the behest of Cambodia's King Norodom Sihanouk. In 1970, he was overthrown by the military as a result of his repressive policies. He fled to Beijing. Shortly thereafter, he was encouraged by the Chinese to affiliate himself with the then weak communist rebels known as the Khmer Rouge. This move proved to increase their popularity. Cambodia, due to its proximity, was also sucked into the war, perhaps reluctantly, as a result of the secret bombing by the United States shortly after the 1970 coup. It is estimated that a total of 500,000 tons of munitions were deposited in the country within 6000 raids. This attempt to flush out the communist failed miserably and after much interior conflict and warfare eventually resulted in the rise of the Khmer Rouge. The Khmer Rouge invaded and took the capital city of Phnom Penh on April 17, 1975.

This was the beginning of a four year revolution that would be one of the most violent and deadly in the history of the world. Under the leadership of Pol Pot, Cambodia was transformed into an 'agrarian' society, inspired by Maoist philosophy. The entire capital city of Phnom Penh was evacuated, as were most major cities, by the Khmer Rouge forces and its inhabitants forced to march, mostly by foot, into the country side where they would begin their lives as farmers and peasants. A national uniform of black shirt and pants with a red sash was instituted. People who had never seen a farm were forced to work one. Slowly but surely, the Khmer Rouge began to weed out any person that was suspected as a threat to the 'Angkar', or institution. This included anyone who was educated, a professional, spoke a foreign language and even people who wore glasses, as they were considered intellectuals. Within the next four years, approximately 2,000,000 Cambodians would be killed in an attempt to purify the country of racial impurities, capitalism and western influences. Those who were considered the ideal citizens of renamed Kampuchea faired no better as famine, disease and malnutrition would also take their tole. In spite of the entire country working as an agrarian cooperative, food rations were inequitably distributed with the bulk of the harvests being traded to China in exchange for weaponry. It is estimated that nearly one fourth of Cambodia's entire population was decimated during the reign of the Khmer Rouge.

In late 1978, Vietnamese forces invaded Cambodia and were able to overthrow the Khmer Rouge and send them into the jungles along the Thailand border. The Vietnamese forces were the liberators of the Cambodian people. This did not conclude the conflict, as guerrilla warfare continued throughout the country by surviving Khmer Rouge forces. This fighting did not cease until the death of the Khmer Rouge leader, Pol Pot, in 1998.

The scars from these conflicts are still very fresh and the people of Cambodia continue to suffer post-war casualties in the form of land mines and live munitions. It is estimated that seven to nine million live mines still exist on Cambodian soil, though no one is sure of the actual numbers. This dilemma is far too real and one is advised to NEVER wander of the beaten path. We have even read that if you need to relieve yourself while driving, remain on the asphalt to do so. There is further evidence of this travesty in the form of an overwhelming amount of amputees, including mostly children and farmers. There is an evil paradigm in this country where the one force that can give you life, the harvesting of your crops for food, can also kill you.




The good news is that there are countless NGO's (non-government organizations) located in Cambodia that are doing there best to assist the various needs of people living in a post-war world. We were even fortunate enough to visit the Cambodian Land Mine Museum, where Cambodian Aki Ra is also working to make a difference. Aki was a child soldier for the Khmer Rouge and at 11 years old was assigned to the laying of land mines. Near the end of the conflict, he was drafted by the invading Vietnamese forces and at the age of fourteen, helped to fight and topple the Khmer Rouge. Today, he works feverishly to try and recover all the land mines that he was forced to lay and many others. He can disarm and remove up to 26 mines per hour and up to 100 square meters a day. It can cost up to $500 dollars to remove one land mine. It can cost as little as $3 to manufacture one. With the help of his wife, they also run a home for child victims of land mine accidents. Aki is a true hero of war. There are also other people working very hard to rid the world of land mines. There is the OTTAWA convention for the suspension of the manufacture and use of all forms of explosive mines. Over 155 countries have signed this treaty. To date, America has not signed the treaty (along with Russia and China) and states that the military wishes to continue with the use of land mines. Currently the US is laying land mines on the south side of the Korean border.

For more information, please visit... http://www.cambodialandminemuseum.org/

3 comments:

Josue said...

Wow! Stay safe and find the "beauty in the breakdown" :)
Good post. I, like you guys, like to history side of travelling as well, even if what you discover is not peachy-keen. Again, safe travels. Love ya both

S.K. said...

yo,yo!! Looks like you have to be "mine full" of you step,eh!Anyway I thought I'd share my near-death experience in moab with the blog for all to enjoy...The story is titled "Lifeguard nearly drowns" or "White water rafting MY ASS!!!" The day started peaceful enough stepping into our 8 person raft into what seemed to be a quickly flowing but calm Colorado river.Four rafts,divided up between about 15 people plus 1 guide per boat.After 45 mins. of easy travel and good conversation we quickly became friends with our group, especially these 2 dudes from Georgia who are on their 5th tour in Iraq (make it home in one piece guys).We then stop on the river bank for lunch at which time we get the safety speech,cuz now we're about to hit some rapids.Here's where we hear there should be nothing to worry about and Rob,(1 of the most experienced guides)says he's done this route 18 years and has never flipped and no one is on his raft so he's looking for volunteers to lighten the load of the other boats.I immediately volunteer sarah and I plus the Georgia boys.(I liked rob from the get go,he looked like Kevin and was someone we all would be good friends with). Not 10 mins. in we hit the 1st. rapid.This thing is angry with what they call eddys,a swirling mass of rough water creating cross-currents, waves and a washing machine type under-current that pulls straight down!We all see at once we're getting sucked into this thing with no chance of escape.A set wave about 3ft.high hits us side on and the rafts bow goes vertical.Now sarah and I are on the bow, Rob in the middle rowing and Georgia boys in the back.As the boat goes up and over the bottom gets sucked down;Sarah goes flying off side-ways yet some how hangs on to a side rope,one of the Georgia boys gets pitched and pulled 20ft from the raft the other manages to land close enough to grab hold of the boat;Rob and I on the other hand get slammed straight down!Immediately we both get sucked down by the eddy,no breath, no chance to prepare for whats about to happen.(prior to this I ask how deep the river is;30 to 60ft.)As I'm being pulled down all I hear is rumbling of rocks and the power or the current;every thing is black,I can't see anything.Now I start scrambling for what I hope is the surface,only I'm not moving.The force of the water is so strong I'm stuck in place.I held my breath for as long as I could and fought for my life.My mind told me I can't hold my breath any longer, it was the worst feeling I have ever experienced and I knew I was about to die.I said I couldn't hold it any longer and I swallowed in as little water as possible then held for another second.I swallowed again and at that exact moment my mind flashed to one of the guides saying your supposed to go limp and hold your life vest at the chest;I did;my body felt the shift in current and I saw lighter water, I knew that was the surface and I fought again.My head popped up and immediately sarah screamed behind me;I was alive and thank you god, so was she!My instinct to protect her immediately brought my wits back to me(as I nearly died coughing and struggling to breath)She was holding on the raft for life which was flipped over and I kept her secure while we gathered up our crew.The swirling currents fortunately held raft and crew in vicinity.Rob turns out,hit bottom with such force it blew out his ear drum (30ft.)it leaked blood the rest of the day.He said he felt me kicking for the surface.Some of the other guides jumped off their boats to help and flip our raft back over.It was a horrible feeling being that close to death;more so that life could end so abruptly and without notice.The rest of the trip went on without incident,the rapids it seemed taught us what it wanted then left us in peace.Thank you god!Any way,Peace,Love,Happiness & Health.--S.K.

Kevin said...

Yosue, This trip has not only taught us to find the "beauty in the breakdown", but also to really appreciate what we have! As is articulated in Shawn's Moab experience, life is truly fragile and can be taken away at any moment, be it force of nature or force of war. We really appreciate you and the rest of our friends as well as our families. We thank God every day that we have you all and for the experiences that we are sharing. Life is precious and so are all of you!

SK, what am I to say? Other than, thank God that your mind kicked in at the last minute and helped you to survive. I can't even imagine how you must have felt. We are elated to know that you are both alright. That was an amazing story and I found myself reading it over and over, mostly because I was in disbelief. Please do me a favor, "don't go chasing water falls, please stick to the rivers and the lakes that your used to!!!" We love you, miss you and are so happy you will still be in one piece when we return!!!