Searching for the truth Issues 21 - Documentation Center of Cambodia
Searching for the truth Issues 21 - Documentation Center of Cambodia
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Number <strong>21</strong>, September 2001<br />
Chhim Sam Ol, a 45 year-old farmer living in<br />
Ta Cho Village, Sarikakeo Commune, Sva Em<br />
District, Kandal Province, was a Khmer Rouge<br />
prisoner in <strong>the</strong> Eastern Zone in 1974 and 1975.<br />
Describing <strong>the</strong> anguish he experienced during his<br />
detainment, Chhim Sam Ol said: “I wept when <strong>the</strong>y<br />
shackled me. I felt so miserable <strong>for</strong> this life-changing<br />
suffering - sleeping on <strong>the</strong> ground like animals, fleas<br />
all over <strong>the</strong> body, skin diseases, etc. During <strong>the</strong><br />
Phchum Ancestor Festival, I could see numerous<br />
people carrying <strong>of</strong>ferings to <strong>the</strong> pagodas through <strong>the</strong><br />
window. As <strong>for</strong> me, I cried in custody.” Chhim Sam<br />
Ol relates <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong> his detention below.<br />
“After <strong>the</strong> 1970 coup ousting King Sihanouk<br />
from his post, I was selected to join a militia unit [Kang<br />
Svay Tran] in order to increase village security. One<br />
night in <strong>the</strong> early 1974, <strong>the</strong> liberation army <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Khmer Rouge assaulted my village, and captured<br />
thirty villagers and me <strong>for</strong> serving <strong>the</strong> old regime [<strong>the</strong><br />
Khmer Republic, led by Field<br />
Marshal Lon Nol]. At about Chhim Sam Ol<br />
10 p.m., a few guerrillas<br />
called me, ‘contemptible Ol,<br />
come down here!’ Sensing<br />
serious trouble, I decided not<br />
to come. So I stayed still in<br />
my house. When I did so, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
used <strong>the</strong>ir bayonets to stab<br />
me from beneath my house<br />
Then <strong>the</strong>y shot at me three<br />
times. Because <strong>the</strong>y roared<br />
fiercely and I was afraid I<br />
might get hit by some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
bullets, I surrendered, raising<br />
my hands and walking slowly<br />
down <strong>the</strong> stairs. As I reached<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground, <strong>the</strong>y immediately<br />
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<strong>Searching</strong> <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>truth</strong> ⎯ Family Tracing<br />
I SHED TEARS IN PRISON<br />
Vannak Huy<br />
took my watch, tied me up and walked me away.<br />
“As <strong>the</strong>y were leading me and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
villagers to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village, Lon Nol soldiers<br />
shelled from <strong>the</strong> Chroy Changva area with <strong>the</strong>ir sixcannoned<br />
artillery. The Khmer Rouge <strong>the</strong>n ran away,<br />
leaving us behind. Panic stricken, we cut <strong>the</strong> ropes<br />
binding us and ran to hide in pits that had been made<br />
by previous bombings. After <strong>the</strong> bombardment was<br />
over, <strong>the</strong> Khmer Rouge soldiers returned, pointed<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir guns at us and called us to stand up. They tied<br />
us up once again and led us to a river, where <strong>the</strong>y<br />
began to strip-search us <strong>for</strong> money. They said, ‘Any<br />
money or belongings must be confiscated. They will<br />
be returned to you when you are re-educated.’ After<br />
searching, <strong>the</strong>y continued <strong>the</strong>ir march along <strong>the</strong> river.<br />
As we were walking, planes from Phnom Penh<br />
attacked again. But <strong>the</strong>y strafed at <strong>the</strong> Khmer Rouge<br />
only. A few minutes later, <strong>the</strong> planes disappeared.<br />
The Khmer Rouge <strong>the</strong>n brought us to a reeducation<br />
camp in Prek Rey, Lvea Em<br />
District. I was detained <strong>the</strong>re<br />
<strong>for</strong> two weeks. When <strong>the</strong>y<br />
escorted us, I was not afraid.<br />
But when <strong>the</strong>y shackled us, I<br />
began to fear, shedding tears.”<br />
At this point in <strong>the</strong><br />
interview, Sam Ol took a<br />
huge breath, looked at his<br />
wrists, and continued, “Life<br />
in <strong>the</strong> prison was harsh. The<br />
utensils we ate with were <strong>the</strong><br />
open containers used to feed<br />
pigs, and we used crab shells<br />
as spoons. During this time,<br />
<strong>the</strong> prison’s security guards<br />
called me to write my<br />
autobiography three times. A<br />
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