My post from my other blog about the Cambodian National Elections.
For the sake of my blood pressure and to stop stress-induced headaches, I’ve tried to avoid a) reading the newspapers daily in Cambodia and b) blogging about Cambodia. For better or worse, though, I am in a new work environment surrounded by people who choose to immerse themselves in discussions of the social, political, and cultural issues of the Kingdom. Curse you, people who give a damn!
As a result, it’s pretty hard to ignore the abysmal state of affairs. Take Ieng Sary’s death, for instance. One of the top Khmer Rouge officials sitting
the Khmer Rouge Tribunal, Ieng died last week at the age of 88 (87? I’ve got conflicting information), effectively escaping justice for his crimes against humanity. Everyone knew this would happen. No one seems surprised. The kicker, though, is that his progeny currently hold posts in the Cambodian government. That this is so also should not shock, but what does is the fact that many people deny that the Khmer Rouge still control Cambodia. Admittedly, they’ve changed their name from Khmer Krahom (Red Khmer) to CPP (Cambodian People’s Party). Apart from that, the only real difference is that they’ve shed their communist trappings. The current and permanent PR, himself, exists in clear testament to this.
The sad joke that is the Khmer Rouge Tribunal seems to depress the older people around me, whereas folks my age don’t really bother themselves to discuss it. For someone like me, who isn’t a native of Cambodia and of course has no memories of the Khmer Rouge, it seems like a distant affair. I tend to be more struck by the impunity and violence that I see and hear about on a daily basis.
Incidents like the horrific hit-and-run accident which killed three children and injured eight other people are what get to me. The driver, a 23-year-old medical student, smashed into a crowd of people after she tried to escape from an earlier accident wherein she hit a motorbike. People are saying she fled that first accident because she feared vigilante justice from bystanders. Yes, it’s so that that happens, with thieves and robbers and even occasionally drivers, but rarely are the wealthy and powerful held to account, by onlooking citizens or the courts or anyone else. I am of the opinion that she drove away not simply out of fear, but because she felt no responsibility for her actions whatsoever. She probably figured that she was better off fleeing the scene, knowing the police wouldn’t come looking for her if she got away, than staying and facing up to what she’d done.
The rich and powerful in Cambodia see their car as a symbol of their wealth and status. Lexus LX, Land Cruiser, Range Rover, Hummer, 4Runner– these are the names that command respect and admiration. Motorbikes are also status symbols, but of course their owners would trade up in a heartbeat. Ain’t nobody want a lowly bicycle, and if you happen to be unlucky enough to ride one, take extra precaution on the roads; bicycles get absolutely no respect. There is an unwritten rule of the road here which dictates that the larger and more expensive vehicles wins. Never ever ever walk out in front of a car. No one will be brought to justice after they run you over and keep on going.
It’s hard for me to feel any sympathy for the hit-and-run medical student. Every day I witness intolerable disrespect for motorbikes, tuk tuks, cyclists, and pedestrians by high-status SUV and truck drivers. They represent everything I loathe about class in Cambodia. When I witness their drivers’ self-entitled behavior, as if the road were theirs alone, I feel rather hopeless about the whole situation.
Usually I take hope from my students and friends, particularly the younger ones. They can smile in the face of all that is wrong with Cambodia and the world as we know it, and their hopeful nature is rather catching. Nevertheless, I find it difficult to agree with my young students when I’m riding my bike to and from work. There’s not much justice to be had here, be it for the victims of the Khmer Rouge atrocities or the average Dara on the street. Mahatma Gandhi said that the weak can never forgive; forgiveness is a quality of the strong. Somehow I think the weak would rather have justice.
Well, Vietnam and I got off on the wrong foot.
Someone robbed me on my very first day here, but I am working really hard not to let that affect my perception of Vietnam the place.
First let me just say… Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) is NOT Phnom Penh! And so it follows that Vietnam and Cambodia are in general quite different. On the surface, many things may appear similar, or even the same– but other aspects are worlds apart.
The overall “personalities” of Vietnam and Cambodia are noticeably different: Cambodians seem to be far more laid back, whereas the Vietnamese, while also very friendly, seem slightly more guarded. However, I’m staying in a place full of tourists; in these parts, I wouldn’t be surprised if any and all peoples were guarded. They are also more openly attentive to the expressions on your face– if you look confused or dissatisfied with something, they’ll ask you what’s wrong. I’m so not used to that anymore. In Cambodia, you could be crying on the street and most people will probably not ask you what’s wrong– not because they don’t care, but because they think it’s none of their business, that’s it’s rude to pry, even if you’re laying it all out there.
Holy smokes, there are a LOT of churches in this town! I mean, after being in Cambodia where it’s wat after wat after wat, I just wasn’t expecting it. Christianity has yet to catch on in any form in Cambodia, despite centuries of missions by various brands. There are Catholic churches, Baptists, JW, 7th Day, Mormons, etc. But none of them have much of a following.
There is some fantastic artwork, including wearable art like these really unique graphic tees (yeah I said it), paintings, weavings, jewelry, etc. which I so wish I could afford to buy, but of which I may just take pictures instead…
Speaking of pictures, there will be some forthcoming. I started uploading them last night, had a freak-out about my teaching session (which was today), and decided to quit and go to bed.
Teaching– ah, that’s why I’m here after all, isn’t it? The course is IMMENSELY challenging and EXTREMELY helpful thus far, and it’s only week one. I’ve had two teaching practices, both of which were okay, but lots to improve on. Our teacher-trainers are experienced, supportive, and full of useful, pertinent advice and feedback. And Vietnamese students are fun to teach!
We also have homework. Lots of it. In fact, I’m going to go do some now.
I broke it to my students today that I will be heading back to the States for a visit soon, so I won’t be able to finish this term with them. They were surprisingly upset! It felt like a compliment. “Nooooo, chur, don’t go!” (“Chur” is their word for “teacher”– as in, they are too lazy to say the “tea” part.) I was also surprised at how sad I was; I get attached easily, I guess. I’ve only been teaching them a month.
Our Take Back the Night art exhibit opens Wednesday evening. Nervous! Excited! I hope I don’t have to give a speech… I’m not planning on it. I’ll foist it on Eileen if it comes to it. ^_^
Getting nervous for Vietnam/the States. If my travels hither and thither go off without a hitch, I will have leveled up. In maturity, that is.
Also, I am still very subconsciously racist: I use a lot of smilies when I chat with people online and I was thinking to myself, “Asia is rubbing off on me– too many emoticons.” Tsk tsk. At least I caught myself that time. (Which, isn’t that a stupid thing to think? Have I ever had tasteful discretion when using emoticons? Doubtful. Very doubtful.)
Only two weeks in, and already June has been an eventful month. The first weekend was the national commune elections, and I was happy to see the political hubbub finally die down. But the very next weekend (after a week of my being sick) was the event which has been months in planning.
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Reblogged from the Margins.
The first weekend in June, commune elections were held across the nation as the rallying, parading, badgering, bribing, and flag-waving came to a head, and finally to a close. I was not sorry to see it go. It was all a bit much: Hun Sen’s Cambodian People’s Party (CPP) paying for the most renown (and expensive) comedians to dance around in clown wigs while wearing CPP tees, and CPP supporters parading around the killing fields with their banners– a sad, ironic scene. (Remember, Hun Sen was Khmer Rouge, though he didn’t kill nobody, of course.)
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