Thank you for sharing this because I saw something else and I wish to remind everyone that death is not an ending and there is no exit. There's a saying that says do not fear the one that can take your life but the one that holds your soul. There are things that cannot be taken. Sorry to get heavy but this is heavy dude. Much love.
The only good thing is that we are technically not doomed yet.
But the Elite is always waiting to escalate this false flag to ensure the exact worst case I predicted happens.
Even then the false flag is unwavering, and only Western, Anglo-Saxon resistances are around. The bug men of the east are far from waking up, and if you want a full de-escalation, you HAVE to get them to understand ONE thing: There is no pandemic.
I believe people are realizing this isnt about a virus or helping people. The problem is the power dynamics already in place and I do have to keep proclaiming that the only way to win whatever comes in front of us is trusting in God alone and he WILL work out the details dude, it's crazy but I have no doubts. The greatest thing we can be doing is not giving into evil, that's it. Everyday, every situation you make choices for the good and not the evil. Not easy but it is simple. Evil is always working against us it is on extreme overdrive and we need to keep our eyes open and our feet moving in the right direction.
Edit: https://duckduckgo.com/?q=little+nicky+release+the+good&t=brave&iar=videos&iax=videos&ia=videos&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dxl5MTIpmbkc
Your people yes. Our people definitely not. I live in metropolitan Asia (Hong Kong) with a 100% compliance rate (that I began to believe I was the only one fully questioning it in Asia as a whole) and the only way I coped with this is by believing in a new breed of "Covid Hysteria". I never feared a lethal pandemic. I feared a future where we are manipulated into self-terminating creatures, at least this generation without anyone knowing about it. Most people I talked to legitimately, in and out of real life, believed I was a schizo for comparing this with the Khmer Rouge (including people who were skeptical of the official narratives). Even people here usually believed it was about the vaccines (probably they expected this is a temporary crisis).
Just to clarify, my people are all over the world and I do not adhere to nationalism in it's current definition. I do understand the fear and helplessness going on all around all of us. I cant fix it all, but God can and there's a lot we can do to help also. My job is to love and I'm always learning better ways and it is the only way I know how to fight the growing evil. Keep love in your heart and God's words close in your mind. I'm finding that anything else and I lose my mind and I truly see how far this world will tumble.
Did you see how beautiful the whole Covid false flag is?
Believe it or not the vaccines aren't even the end.
You just need one more mutant virus hype from the MSM or a statement saying the vaccines don't work and the whole picture is set up. Mask mandates, lockdowns, traveling/mass gathering bans. All setting up for the democide that will never be called a "Democide" by both the perpetrators and the future generation, if we even have any.
The similarities between Covid World and the Khmer Rouge Great Reset is just ASTOUNDING, did you see? They destroyed every bit of your ability to feel anything but hate and despair. They limited gatherings or free movement to give themselves unlimited power. They gutted the economy and turned it into something unrecognizable 20 months before. Everyone was encouraged to snitch on each other. They moved the goalposts to make sure the bodies roll out, and you try to escape but you could NOT. They wanted you to own nothing and have nothing aka regress into criminally inane wild animals. You lost everything: Your culture, your pride, your senses, your faith, your loved ones, your souls and your self.
The difference however, unlike Khmer Rouge the perpetrators of Covid World don't even call for the extermination of groups. The perpetrators did not call this anything but a pandemic. Yet, people are "conveniently" and "coincidentally" committing suicide and cannibalism, back and forth inside their homes and not a single person knows what is going on.
There will be varying versions of body counts, but if you assume 40% in the most compliant shit (Japan or Oceania) and 20% in the less compliant (USA, France etc), you have a good idea of what awaits you.
I can imagine how bewildered UN investigators will be when they go to New Zealand or Tokyo in 2028 to investigate human rights crimes orchestrated by "Trump, Biden and Fauci" and found out 1/4 of their households had at least 1 corpse due to suicide or cannibalism. (And the UN thing is not my idea, remember that, they did mock investigations "a bit too late" in 80s Cambodia for a good reason)
The impacts of this attack will be astonishing to humanity and I believe that even if we get over this, assuming we will even, we and the world we live in will become so transformed and traumatized that people might no longer be the same anymore.
The war on terror logic doesn't translate to here, please understand. At least you can usually watch Afghanistan in your couch. If Covid World escalates beyond vaccines and the draconian mandates/hysteria mongering retain for decades...I'm sorry but this is the grand finale for you. The only thing you can do is to NOT let it escalate past vaccines in the first place.
Please, just be defiant to the end with this, no matter where you are in all over the world. If they manage to pull out the scenario they want (which isn't merely vaccines but EXACTLY what I said above and all the time), this is your end. What I meant is, do not let them escalate this any further in the first place. If you do there's a high chance we will never get out in one piece.
Thank you for all your efforts. They are not in vain. You are doing good work. But do you believe that? You must my friend. You are doing good and it is being noticed. Good will win. Even malicious intent can be turned to good in the hands of those who choose to do so. Even if everything you say comes true you have the opportunity to come out on the right side. It only requires your choice to do good. Never give up the good fight and you will never lose. It can be that simple. Do not believe that your fate is determined by your fellow countrymen. That belief is what curses your part of the world. You have the power to break that curse.
I was fifteen years old when the Khmer Rouge came to power in April 1975. I can still remember how overwhelmed with joy I was that the war had finally ended. It did not matter who won. I and many Cambodians wanted peace at any price. The civil war had tired us out, and we could not make much sense out of killing our own brothers and sisters for a cause that was not ours. We were ready to support our new government to rebuild our country. We wanted to bring back that slow-paced, simple life we grew up with and loved dearly. At the time we didn't realize how high the price was that we had to pay for the Khmer Rouge's peace.
The Khmer Rouge were very clever and brutal. Their tactics were effective because most of us refused to believe their malicious intentions. Their goal was to liberate us. They risked their own lives and gave up their families for "justice" and "equality." How could these worms have come out of our own skin?
Even after our warmest welcome, the first word from the Khmer Rouge was a lie wrapped around a deep anger and hatred of the kind of society they felt Cambodia was becoming. They told us that Americans were going to bomb the cities. They forced millions of residents of Phnom Penh and other cities out of their homes. They separated us from our friends and neighbors to keep us off balance, to prevent us from forming any alliance to stand up and win back our rights. They ripped off our homes and our possessions. They did this intentionally, without mercy.
They were willing to pay any cost, any lost lives for their mission. Innocent children, old women, and sick patients from hospital beds were included. Along the way, many innocent Cambodians were dying of starvation, disease, loss of loved ones, confusion, and execution.
We were seduced into returning to our hometowns in the villages so they could reveal our true identities. Then the genocide began. First, it was the men.
They took my father. They told my family that my father needed to be reeducated. Brainwashed. But my father's fate is unknown to this day. We can only imagine what happened to him. This is true for almost all Cambodian widows and orphans. We live in fear of finding out what atrocities were committed against our fathers, husbands, brothers. What could they have done that deserved a tortured death?
Later the Khmer Rouge killed the wives and children of the executed men in order to avoid revenge. They encouraged children to find fault with their own parents and spy on them. They openly showed their intention to destroy the family structure that once held love, faith, comfort, happiness, and companionship. They took young children from their homes to live in a commune so that they could indoctrinate them.
Parents lost their children. Families were separated. We were not allowed to cry or show any grief when they took away our loved ones. A man would be killed if he lost an ox he was assigned to tend. A woman would be killed if she was too tired to work. Human life wasn't even worth a bullet. They clubbed the back of our necks and pushed us down to smother us and let us die in a deep hole with hundreds of other bodies.
They told us we were VOID. We were less than a grain of rice in a large pile. The Khmer Rouge said that the Communist revolution could be successful with only two people. Our lives had no significance to their great Communist nation, and they told us, "To keep you is no benefit, to destroy you is no loss."
They accomplished all of this by promoting and encouraging the "old" people, who were the villagers, the farmers, and the uneducated. They were the most violent and ignorant people, and the Khmer Rouge taught them to lead, manage, control, and destroy. These people took orders without question. The Khmer Rouge built animosity and jealousy into them so the killings could be justified. They ordered us to attend meetings every night where we took turns finding fault with each other, intimidating those around us. We survived by becoming like them. We stole, we cheated, we lied, we hated ourselves and each other, and we trusted no one.
The people on the Khmer Rouge death list were the group called the city people. They were the "new" people. These were any Cambodian men, women, girls, boys, and babies who did not live in their "liberated zones" before they won the war in 1975. Their crime was that they lived in the enemy's zone, helping and supporting the enemy.
The city people were the enemy, and the list was long. Former soldiers, the police, the CIA, and the KGB. Their crime was fighting in the civil war. The merchants, the capitalists, and the businessmen. Their crime was exploiting the poor. The rich farmers and the landlords. Their crime was exploiting the peasants. The intellectuals, the doctors, the lawyers, the monks, the teachers, and the civil servants. These people thought, and their memories were tainted by the evil Westerners. Students were getting education to exploit the poor. Former celebrities, the poets. These people carried bad memories of the old, corrupted Cambodia.
The list goes on and on. The rebellious, the kind-hearted, the brave, the clever, the individualists, the people who wore glasses, the literate, the popular, the complainers, the lazy, those with talent, those with trouble getting along with others, and those with soft hands. These people were corrupted and lived off the blood and sweat of the farmers and the poor.
Very few of us escaped these categories. My family were not villagers. We were from Phnom Penh. I was afraid of who I was. I was an educated girl from a middle-class family. I could read, write, and think. I was proud of my family and my roots. I was scared that they would hear my thoughts and prayers, that they could see my dreams and feel my anger and disapproval of their regime. I was always hungry. I woke up hungry before sunrise and walked many kilometers to the worksite with no breakfast. I worked until noon. My lunch was either rice porridge with a few grains or boiled young bananas or boiled corn. I continued working till sunset. My dinner was the same as lunch. I couldn't protest to Angka, but my stomach protested to me that it needed more food. Every night I went to sleep dirty and hungry. I was sad because I missed my mom. I was fearful that this might be the night I'd be taken away, tortured, raped, and killed.
I wanted to commit suicide but I couldn't. If I did, I would be labeled "the enemy" because I dared to show my unhappiness with their regime. My death would be followed by my family's death because they were the family of the enemy. My greatest fear was not my death, but how much suffering I had to go through before they killed me.
They kept moving us around, from the fields into the woods. They purposely did this to disorient us so they could have complete control. They did it to get rid of the "useless people." Those who were too old or too weak to work. Those who did not produce their quota. We were cold because we had so few clothes and blankets. We had no shoes. We were sick and had little or no medical care. They told us that we "volunteered" to work fifteen hours or more a day in the rain or in the moonlight with no holidays. We were timid and lost. We had to be silent. We not only lost our identities, but we lost our pride, our senses, our religion, our loved ones, our souls, ourselves.
The Khmer Rouge said they were creating a utopian nation where everyone would be equal. They restarted our nation by resettling everyone and changing everything back to zero. The whole nation was equally poor. But while the entire population was dying of starvation, disease, and hopelessness, the Khmer Rouge was creating a new upper class. Their soldiers and the Communist party members were able to choose any woman or man they wanted to marry. In addition to boundless food, they were crazed with gold, jewelry, perfume, imported watches, Western medicine, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, silk, and other imported goods.
My dear friend Sakon was married to a handicapped Khmer Rouge veteran against her will. He was mentally disturbed and also suffered from tetanus. At night he woke up from his sleep with nightmares of his crimes and his killings. After that, he beat her. One night, he stabbed my friend to death and injured her mother.
Near my hut there was a woman named Chamroeun. She watched her three children die of starvation, one at a time. She would have been able to save their lives had she had gold or silk or perfume to trade for food and medicine on the black market. The Khmer Rouge veterans and village leaders had control of the black market. They traded rice that Chamroeun toiled over for fancy possessions. The Khmer Rouge gave a new meaning to corruption.
The female soldiers were jealous of my lighter skin and feminine figure. While they were enjoying their nice black pajamas, silk scarves, jewelry, new shoes, and perfume, they stared at me, seeing if I had anything better than they did. I tried to appear timid with my ragged clothes, but it was hard to hide the pride in my eyes.
In January 1979 I was called to join a district meeting. The district leader told us that it was time to get rid of "all the wheat that grows among the rice plants." The city people were the wheat. The city people were to be eliminated. My life was saved because the Vietnamese invasion came just two weeks later.
When the Vietnamese invasion happened, I cried. I was crying with joy that my life was saved. I was crying with sorrow that my country was once again invaded by our century-old enemy. I stood on Cambodian soil feeling that I no longer belonged to it. I wanted freedom. I decided to escape to the free world.
I traveled with my family from the heart of the country to the border of Thailand. It was devastating to witness the destruction of my homeland that had occurred in only four years. Buddhist temples were turned into prisons. Statues of Buddha and artwork were vandalized. Schools were turned into Khmer Rouge headquarters where people were interrogated, tortured, killed, and buried. School yards were turned into killing fields. Old marketplaces were empty. Books were burned. Factories were left to rust. Plantations were without tending and bore no fruit.
This destruction was tolerable compared to the human conditions. Each highway was filled with refugees. We were refugees of our own country. With our skinny bodies, bloated stomachs, and hollow eyes, we carried our few possessions and looked for our separated family members. We asked who lived and didn't want to mention who died. We gathered to share our horrifying stories. Stories about people being pushed into deep wells and ponds and suffocating to death. People were baked alive in a local tile oven. One woman was forced to cook her husband's liver, which was cut out while he was still alive. Women were raped before execution. One old man said, "It takes a river of ink to write our stories."
In April 1979, the Buddhist New Year, exactly four years after the Khmer Rouge came to power, I joined a group of corpselike bodies dancing freely to the sound of clapping and songs of folk music that defined who we were. We danced under the moonlight around the bonfire. We were celebrating the miracles that saved our lives. At that moment, I felt that my spirit and my soul had returned to my weak body. Once again, I was human.
Thank you for sharing this because I saw something else and I wish to remind everyone that death is not an ending and there is no exit. There's a saying that says do not fear the one that can take your life but the one that holds your soul. There are things that cannot be taken. Sorry to get heavy but this is heavy dude. Much love.
The only good thing is that we are technically not doomed yet.
But the Elite is always waiting to escalate this false flag to ensure the exact worst case I predicted happens.
Even then the false flag is unwavering, and only Western, Anglo-Saxon resistances are around. The bug men of the east are far from waking up, and if you want a full de-escalation, you HAVE to get them to understand ONE thing: There is no pandemic.
I believe people are realizing this isnt about a virus or helping people. The problem is the power dynamics already in place and I do have to keep proclaiming that the only way to win whatever comes in front of us is trusting in God alone and he WILL work out the details dude, it's crazy but I have no doubts. The greatest thing we can be doing is not giving into evil, that's it. Everyday, every situation you make choices for the good and not the evil. Not easy but it is simple. Evil is always working against us it is on extreme overdrive and we need to keep our eyes open and our feet moving in the right direction. Edit: https://duckduckgo.com/?q=little+nicky+release+the+good&t=brave&iar=videos&iax=videos&ia=videos&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dxl5MTIpmbkc
Your people yes. Our people definitely not. I live in metropolitan Asia (Hong Kong) with a 100% compliance rate (that I began to believe I was the only one fully questioning it in Asia as a whole) and the only way I coped with this is by believing in a new breed of "Covid Hysteria". I never feared a lethal pandemic. I feared a future where we are manipulated into self-terminating creatures, at least this generation without anyone knowing about it. Most people I talked to legitimately, in and out of real life, believed I was a schizo for comparing this with the Khmer Rouge (including people who were skeptical of the official narratives). Even people here usually believed it was about the vaccines (probably they expected this is a temporary crisis).
Just to clarify, my people are all over the world and I do not adhere to nationalism in it's current definition. I do understand the fear and helplessness going on all around all of us. I cant fix it all, but God can and there's a lot we can do to help also. My job is to love and I'm always learning better ways and it is the only way I know how to fight the growing evil. Keep love in your heart and God's words close in your mind. I'm finding that anything else and I lose my mind and I truly see how far this world will tumble.
Submission Statement:
Did you see how beautiful the whole Covid false flag is?
Believe it or not the vaccines aren't even the end.
You just need one more mutant virus hype from the MSM or a statement saying the vaccines don't work and the whole picture is set up. Mask mandates, lockdowns, traveling/mass gathering bans. All setting up for the democide that will never be called a "Democide" by both the perpetrators and the future generation, if we even have any.
The similarities between Covid World and the Khmer Rouge Great Reset is just ASTOUNDING, did you see? They destroyed every bit of your ability to feel anything but hate and despair. They limited gatherings or free movement to give themselves unlimited power. They gutted the economy and turned it into something unrecognizable 20 months before. Everyone was encouraged to snitch on each other. They moved the goalposts to make sure the bodies roll out, and you try to escape but you could NOT. They wanted you to own nothing and have nothing aka regress into criminally inane wild animals. You lost everything: Your culture, your pride, your senses, your faith, your loved ones, your souls and your self.
The difference however, unlike Khmer Rouge the perpetrators of Covid World don't even call for the extermination of groups. The perpetrators did not call this anything but a pandemic. Yet, people are "conveniently" and "coincidentally" committing suicide and cannibalism, back and forth inside their homes and not a single person knows what is going on.
There will be varying versions of body counts, but if you assume 40% in the most compliant shit (Japan or Oceania) and 20% in the less compliant (USA, France etc), you have a good idea of what awaits you.
I can imagine how bewildered UN investigators will be when they go to New Zealand or Tokyo in 2028 to investigate human rights crimes orchestrated by "Trump, Biden and Fauci" and found out 1/4 of their households had at least 1 corpse due to suicide or cannibalism. (And the UN thing is not my idea, remember that, they did mock investigations "a bit too late" in 80s Cambodia for a good reason)
The impacts of this attack will be astonishing to humanity and I believe that even if we get over this, assuming we will even, we and the world we live in will become so transformed and traumatized that people might no longer be the same anymore.
The war on terror logic doesn't translate to here, please understand. At least you can usually watch Afghanistan in your couch. If Covid World escalates beyond vaccines and the draconian mandates/hysteria mongering retain for decades...I'm sorry but this is the grand finale for you. The only thing you can do is to NOT let it escalate past vaccines in the first place.
Please, just be defiant to the end with this, no matter where you are in all over the world. If they manage to pull out the scenario they want (which isn't merely vaccines but EXACTLY what I said above and all the time), this is your end. What I meant is, do not let them escalate this any further in the first place. If you do there's a high chance we will never get out in one piece.
Thank you for all your efforts. They are not in vain. You are doing good work. But do you believe that? You must my friend. You are doing good and it is being noticed. Good will win. Even malicious intent can be turned to good in the hands of those who choose to do so. Even if everything you say comes true you have the opportunity to come out on the right side. It only requires your choice to do good. Never give up the good fight and you will never lose. It can be that simple. Do not believe that your fate is determined by your fellow countrymen. That belief is what curses your part of the world. You have the power to break that curse.
Text:
I was fifteen years old when the Khmer Rouge came to power in April 1975. I can still remember how overwhelmed with joy I was that the war had finally ended. It did not matter who won. I and many Cambodians wanted peace at any price. The civil war had tired us out, and we could not make much sense out of killing our own brothers and sisters for a cause that was not ours. We were ready to support our new government to rebuild our country. We wanted to bring back that slow-paced, simple life we grew up with and loved dearly. At the time we didn't realize how high the price was that we had to pay for the Khmer Rouge's peace.
The Khmer Rouge were very clever and brutal. Their tactics were effective because most of us refused to believe their malicious intentions. Their goal was to liberate us. They risked their own lives and gave up their families for "justice" and "equality." How could these worms have come out of our own skin?
Even after our warmest welcome, the first word from the Khmer Rouge was a lie wrapped around a deep anger and hatred of the kind of society they felt Cambodia was becoming. They told us that Americans were going to bomb the cities. They forced millions of residents of Phnom Penh and other cities out of their homes. They separated us from our friends and neighbors to keep us off balance, to prevent us from forming any alliance to stand up and win back our rights. They ripped off our homes and our possessions. They did this intentionally, without mercy.
They were willing to pay any cost, any lost lives for their mission. Innocent children, old women, and sick patients from hospital beds were included. Along the way, many innocent Cambodians were dying of starvation, disease, loss of loved ones, confusion, and execution.
We were seduced into returning to our hometowns in the villages so they could reveal our true identities. Then the genocide began. First, it was the men.
They took my father. They told my family that my father needed to be reeducated. Brainwashed. But my father's fate is unknown to this day. We can only imagine what happened to him. This is true for almost all Cambodian widows and orphans. We live in fear of finding out what atrocities were committed against our fathers, husbands, brothers. What could they have done that deserved a tortured death?
Later the Khmer Rouge killed the wives and children of the executed men in order to avoid revenge. They encouraged children to find fault with their own parents and spy on them. They openly showed their intention to destroy the family structure that once held love, faith, comfort, happiness, and companionship. They took young children from their homes to live in a commune so that they could indoctrinate them.
Parents lost their children. Families were separated. We were not allowed to cry or show any grief when they took away our loved ones. A man would be killed if he lost an ox he was assigned to tend. A woman would be killed if she was too tired to work. Human life wasn't even worth a bullet. They clubbed the back of our necks and pushed us down to smother us and let us die in a deep hole with hundreds of other bodies.
They told us we were VOID. We were less than a grain of rice in a large pile. The Khmer Rouge said that the Communist revolution could be successful with only two people. Our lives had no significance to their great Communist nation, and they told us, "To keep you is no benefit, to destroy you is no loss."
They accomplished all of this by promoting and encouraging the "old" people, who were the villagers, the farmers, and the uneducated. They were the most violent and ignorant people, and the Khmer Rouge taught them to lead, manage, control, and destroy. These people took orders without question. The Khmer Rouge built animosity and jealousy into them so the killings could be justified. They ordered us to attend meetings every night where we took turns finding fault with each other, intimidating those around us. We survived by becoming like them. We stole, we cheated, we lied, we hated ourselves and each other, and we trusted no one.
The people on the Khmer Rouge death list were the group called the city people. They were the "new" people. These were any Cambodian men, women, girls, boys, and babies who did not live in their "liberated zones" before they won the war in 1975. Their crime was that they lived in the enemy's zone, helping and supporting the enemy.
The city people were the enemy, and the list was long. Former soldiers, the police, the CIA, and the KGB. Their crime was fighting in the civil war. The merchants, the capitalists, and the businessmen. Their crime was exploiting the poor. The rich farmers and the landlords. Their crime was exploiting the peasants. The intellectuals, the doctors, the lawyers, the monks, the teachers, and the civil servants. These people thought, and their memories were tainted by the evil Westerners. Students were getting education to exploit the poor. Former celebrities, the poets. These people carried bad memories of the old, corrupted Cambodia.
The list goes on and on. The rebellious, the kind-hearted, the brave, the clever, the individualists, the people who wore glasses, the literate, the popular, the complainers, the lazy, those with talent, those with trouble getting along with others, and those with soft hands. These people were corrupted and lived off the blood and sweat of the farmers and the poor.
Very few of us escaped these categories. My family were not villagers. We were from Phnom Penh. I was afraid of who I was. I was an educated girl from a middle-class family. I could read, write, and think. I was proud of my family and my roots. I was scared that they would hear my thoughts and prayers, that they could see my dreams and feel my anger and disapproval of their regime. I was always hungry. I woke up hungry before sunrise and walked many kilometers to the worksite with no breakfast. I worked until noon. My lunch was either rice porridge with a few grains or boiled young bananas or boiled corn. I continued working till sunset. My dinner was the same as lunch. I couldn't protest to Angka, but my stomach protested to me that it needed more food. Every night I went to sleep dirty and hungry. I was sad because I missed my mom. I was fearful that this might be the night I'd be taken away, tortured, raped, and killed.
I wanted to commit suicide but I couldn't. If I did, I would be labeled "the enemy" because I dared to show my unhappiness with their regime. My death would be followed by my family's death because they were the family of the enemy. My greatest fear was not my death, but how much suffering I had to go through before they killed me.
They kept moving us around, from the fields into the woods. They purposely did this to disorient us so they could have complete control. They did it to get rid of the "useless people." Those who were too old or too weak to work. Those who did not produce their quota. We were cold because we had so few clothes and blankets. We had no shoes. We were sick and had little or no medical care. They told us that we "volunteered" to work fifteen hours or more a day in the rain or in the moonlight with no holidays. We were timid and lost. We had to be silent. We not only lost our identities, but we lost our pride, our senses, our religion, our loved ones, our souls, ourselves.
The Khmer Rouge said they were creating a utopian nation where everyone would be equal. They restarted our nation by resettling everyone and changing everything back to zero. The whole nation was equally poor. But while the entire population was dying of starvation, disease, and hopelessness, the Khmer Rouge was creating a new upper class. Their soldiers and the Communist party members were able to choose any woman or man they wanted to marry. In addition to boundless food, they were crazed with gold, jewelry, perfume, imported watches, Western medicine, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, silk, and other imported goods.
My dear friend Sakon was married to a handicapped Khmer Rouge veteran against her will. He was mentally disturbed and also suffered from tetanus. At night he woke up from his sleep with nightmares of his crimes and his killings. After that, he beat her. One night, he stabbed my friend to death and injured her mother.
Near my hut there was a woman named Chamroeun. She watched her three children die of starvation, one at a time. She would have been able to save their lives had she had gold or silk or perfume to trade for food and medicine on the black market. The Khmer Rouge veterans and village leaders had control of the black market. They traded rice that Chamroeun toiled over for fancy possessions. The Khmer Rouge gave a new meaning to corruption.
The female soldiers were jealous of my lighter skin and feminine figure. While they were enjoying their nice black pajamas, silk scarves, jewelry, new shoes, and perfume, they stared at me, seeing if I had anything better than they did. I tried to appear timid with my ragged clothes, but it was hard to hide the pride in my eyes.
In January 1979 I was called to join a district meeting. The district leader told us that it was time to get rid of "all the wheat that grows among the rice plants." The city people were the wheat. The city people were to be eliminated. My life was saved because the Vietnamese invasion came just two weeks later.
When the Vietnamese invasion happened, I cried. I was crying with joy that my life was saved. I was crying with sorrow that my country was once again invaded by our century-old enemy. I stood on Cambodian soil feeling that I no longer belonged to it. I wanted freedom. I decided to escape to the free world.
I traveled with my family from the heart of the country to the border of Thailand. It was devastating to witness the destruction of my homeland that had occurred in only four years. Buddhist temples were turned into prisons. Statues of Buddha and artwork were vandalized. Schools were turned into Khmer Rouge headquarters where people were interrogated, tortured, killed, and buried. School yards were turned into killing fields. Old marketplaces were empty. Books were burned. Factories were left to rust. Plantations were without tending and bore no fruit.
This destruction was tolerable compared to the human conditions. Each highway was filled with refugees. We were refugees of our own country. With our skinny bodies, bloated stomachs, and hollow eyes, we carried our few possessions and looked for our separated family members. We asked who lived and didn't want to mention who died. We gathered to share our horrifying stories. Stories about people being pushed into deep wells and ponds and suffocating to death. People were baked alive in a local tile oven. One woman was forced to cook her husband's liver, which was cut out while he was still alive. Women were raped before execution. One old man said, "It takes a river of ink to write our stories."
In April 1979, the Buddhist New Year, exactly four years after the Khmer Rouge came to power, I joined a group of corpselike bodies dancing freely to the sound of clapping and songs of folk music that defined who we were. We danced under the moonlight around the bonfire. We were celebrating the miracles that saved our lives. At that moment, I felt that my spirit and my soul had returned to my weak body. Once again, I was human.