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Peace and politics in the land of Malai

Peace and politics in the land of Malai

Phnom Malai, home to Khmer Rouge renegade Ieng Sary and thousands of his followers,

was opened to the glare of more than 130 Cambodian and foreign journalists Sept 9.
Jason Barber, Ker Munthit and Michael Hayes went along for the


A S the giant cargo helicopter lands with a thump, hundreds of children crowd to look

at the flying monster and the strange barang (foreigners) who leap out of it.

A few green-clad Khmer Rouge soldiers wielding sticks try to keep the kids in line,

but soon give up and join them in staring at the new arrivals.

"I'm scared of the helicopter and the barang but I still wanted to see them,"

confides Vuth, aged 10.

"We were told that guests were coming to visit our place here - guests from

many countries," says Mom Samoeun, 34, clutching a baby.

Phnom Malai seems like anywhere else. Wooden shacks and houses in the distance, people

peering back across a stretch of dirt and grass. Three larger buildings - a school

- sit next to the makeshift airstrip.

On the locals' faces is a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Kids scurry away as

camera-toting foreigners venture too near, while adults stand their ground, smiling


Only the old-fashioned green uniforms of the men with guns - symbol of a decades-old

revolutionary movement renowned for its brutality, extremism and refusal to fade

away - show that this is not just any remote place.

Welcome to Phnom Malai, formerly in the heartland of the Khmer Rouge and now home

to the new "movement" of Ieng Sary, former KR chief turned self-proclaimed

lover of democracy and peace.

The hordes of children around the "Malay Secondary School" - as the sign

read in English - set the scene nicely. Today is show-time at Malai.

At times over the next four hours, it is hard to work out who is on show to whom:

the outside world to Phnom Malai, or vice-versa. If they had cameras, the locals

would surely be clicking away as much as their visitors are.

The star of the day, however, is undisputed: Ieng "Clean Hands" Sary, presently

out-of-sight somewhere, preparing to look the world in the eye, declare that he has

done no wrong and that he wants - pending further negotiation - to come in from the


His audience will be more than 130 journalists, shuttled in on helicopters from Battambang

and the Thai border, including for the first time a contingent of Khmer reporters.

Waves and smiles greet reporters as, loaded onto old trucks, they are driven a little

way down a dirt road. Women and children, dressed in all manner of colors, watch

intently. Soldiers stand in their uniforms, t-shirts underneath, boots or sandals

on their feet. Mao-style caps - often with red badges reading "National Army"

pinned to them - are everywhere.

"These guys really exist," says a Khmer reporter, only half-joking. "It's

like going back in time," mutters a foreigner.

NGET Saroeun - who has spent 24 of his 41 years of age in the KR - leans against

his bicycle, squinting through the sunlight with an expressionless face as the trucks

stop at an intersection of roads.

"I'm extremely happy to see peace and national reconciliation," are his

first words when approached.

They are words repeated ad nauseam in the next few hours: Cambodian needs peace and

reconciliation, Pol Pot is a bad man, Ieng Sary a good one. The locals appear well-versed

in Sary's message.

Beneath the rhetoric, though, there seems real excitement, if slight anxiety, and

happiness at the prospect of peace.

"I hoped that we would one day come to this moment," says Saroeun, his

lined face loosening into a grin. "I hoped that one day I could see barang faces


"This is clearly a picture of peace," he adds, waving a hand around him.

Initially hesitant, Saroeun soon warms to questions. A few KR edge closer to hear

what he's saying, while others mingle with other journalists. Saroeun shyly smiles

at a young female reporter and begins to tell how he joined the KR, not entirely

intentionally, at age 18 in 1972.

Living in Kampot, he tried to avoid conscription in Lon Nol's army by becoming a

monk and moving to a KR zone. Before long, the KR disrobed all the monks, turned

them into soldiers and Saroeun ended up with a gun in his hands anyway.

During the 1975-79 Democratic Kampuchea regime, he was based in Phnom Penh but maintains

he was only a "rank-and-file" soldier and "didn't know about the killings

in the countryside."

On his thoughts about the regime then, he says: "I don't know what I thought

at that time. I was a rank and file soldier; I couldn't open my mouth."

Had he considered Pol Pot a great leader? "Yes. We convinced ourselves to believe

what was ordered and told to us. We believed he was a great leader, but I don't know

how to explain that."

And now? "He's no longer a great leader." Why? "Because his regime,

his leadership, left people with only misery."

He agrees the Pol Pot regime committed "a crime against humanity." Asked

whether Ieng Sary bears some responsibility, he replies almost apologetically: "I

cannot answer that question." As for Pol Pot, "let the United Nations deal

with Pol Pot."

He adds: "The longer this war goes on, the more misery and disaster face the

Cambodian people. I hate this war."

He laughs when asked if his life has been wasted: "Yes - half my life, anyway."

"We people here think about our children's future. We want more schools. Without

national reconciliation, they will not be built."

He wants his three children to "get a good education, to become doctors or nurses."

For himself, he would like to visit a brother who lives near Phnom Penh but he has

no desire to leave Malai for good.

"I prefer to stay here because I have a plot of land and I can farm."

There is another, most important thing that Saroeun - and most of Malai - covets:

the right to property.

"Before, they [the hardliners] wanted to collectivize everything. After the

breakaway, everyone can now own a car, a motorbike; their own property. By breaking

away, we do not allow this cruel regime to control our lives."

These are sentiments repeated by others. Except for "peace" and "reconciliation",

the most common words in Malai today are "property" and the hated "collectivization."

One young guerrilla later sums it up, saying he is prepared to fight Pol Pot for

three things: "freedom, individual property and, lastly, for peace."

THERE is little sign of poverty. The houses are wooden, some big and well-built.

In the distance are smaller shacks and, presumably, crop fields.

A villager says we are in a part of Malai called Kandal, less than 500m from the

Thai border and neighboring Ieng Sary's home of Coconut Village. Someone asks where

is Phnom Malai, the mountain itself, and a disappointingly small hill is pointed

to. Many thousands of people live in greater Malai; we see only a tiny fraction of

them and their homes. It's likely that where journalists are allowed - an area along

two dirt roads stretching no more than 3km - is more pleasant than others. There

are more schools here than elsewhere in Malai, a villager says.

There is little evidence of war, bar the occasional soldier with a lost leg, arm

or eye - nowhere near as many amputees as there are likely to be in Malai. Fortifications

and trenches said to surround the region cannot be seen; the much-fought over Dead

Tiger Pass is far in the distance.

The dirt roads are solid, a ground-flattening tractor parked at one spot. Motorcycles

and, particularly, bicycles seem the most common transport, though five or six newish

Toyota Kingcabs are seen. A collection of old trucks lies beside a road, one an old

ambulance and another modified to take a heavy weapon. A tank - a war trophy, presumably

- lies in mud. Half a car, stripped bare, and old tractor sit in a wooden and corrugated

iron workshop.

Guerrillas squat under trees, AK47s by their sides. A few have more modern guns.

Families sit by their houses, watching journalists file by. A reporter yells that

he wants to stay for lunch, and a family laughs, shouting: "We only have prahok"

(fish paste). Small children run about, the braver ones practicing their "hellos";

dogs roam about. A man in a cowboy hat rides by on a moto. Life seems normal.

Up the road walks a little man in a white business shirt, a beaming smile underneath

his blue golfing hat. Suong Sikeoun, former counselor in the Cambodian Embassy in

China under the Democratic Kampuchea regime, is "very happy, very excited"


Avidly collecting name cards from those he meets, and sipping at a 7UP can, he seems

an ordinary man. It's hard to imagine him with a gun in his hand or words of hate

in his mouth.

He confirms, with a chuckle, that he was married to Frenchwoman Laurence Picq, who

endured the Pol Pot regime before fleeing to France to write a less-than-flattering

book about the KR.

Sikeoun, who stayed behind, reckons that soon only Pol Pot and a few of his closest

henchmen will be left in the KR.

"They are old men and getting close to their deaths. According to Buddhism,

let them die peacefully," he says forgivingly.

Ever the diplomat, Sikeoun knows his job now is to promote Ieng Sary's newly-formed

Democratic National Union Movement (DNUM).

"Our objective is to help all the Cambodian people...to join hands together

to develop Cambodia," he expounds. "This is why we called it a movement,

not a political party. We want to spread this movement in the country as a whole."

"This is the end of the Khmer Rouge era," he declares, with one proviso

- "if the government and our movement can reach an agreement."

Alongside him is Sam San, looking dapper in a gray safari suit, who speaks a smattering

of English but mainly giggles. What's his job? "Foreigners. Hee hee hee hee

hee," he laughs. When will the Ieng Sary press conference be? "Soon. Hee

hee hee hee hee."

Sikeoun, meanwhile, turns toward an Australian journalist and inquires: "If

all this works out, can you help me to move to Australia?"

DOWN the road, Ieng Sary awaits. KR soldiers, a model of polite efficiency, search

everyone before allowing them through a pair of wooden gates. A female KR in a white

blouse is on hand to search women.

Beyond the gates is a circle of wooden buildings: several old, smaller ones with

thatched roofs, a newer small, round meeting place, a kind of 'diner' - with chairs

and tables and a small glass cabinet of goods such as sweets, pens and water - and

a larger wooden conference hall.

Before the press conference, Royal army Generals Nhek Bun Chhay (Funcinpec) and Pol

Saroeun (CPP) go to see Sary, along with the Secretary of State for Information Khieu

Kanharith and Undersecretary Sieng Lapresse.

Saroeun, himself a former KR, and Bun Chhay, a relative of a senior KR officer, seem

on good terms with Sary. Saroeun calls him "uncle". Lapresse requests a

one-to-one interview with Sary; Saroeun and Bun Chhay advise against it, saying that

Sary is tired and busy.

Back in the conference hall, the circus is set to begin. A couple of Thai men in

safari suits try to organize the journalists, as everyone jostles for position behind

a battery of TV cameras. Photographers stand on chairs; other reporters take up places

at the windows and next to loudspeakers outside.

Sary arrives via a back door surrounded by bodyguards. He sits alone at a table of

microphones, his secretary Long Norin standing beside him. In light gray safari suit

and shiny black shoes, eyeglasses on his face, Sary looks well for his 72 years.

He begins reading a typewritten statement, welcoming his "dear foreign friends"

and "dear compatriots".

He denounces Pol Pot, delivering a communist jab by suggesting the KR leader came

from a well-to-do background while he, Ieng Sary, was from a true "peasant"


Sary tells of how he has always been a "moderate" - indeed, he has long

enjoyed "listening to others' opinions, especially those that are different

from mine" - and developed a "love of democracy" at a young age.

He takes the "I didn't do it, Pol Pot did" defense to the crimes of the

DK regime. To prove his innocence of...well, everything...he even has a 10-page paper

from his very own "Research and Documentation Center". The name seems borrowed

from the Documentation Center, the Phnom Penh office of the US-funded genocide investigation


Sary speaks highly of his new movement, DNUM, and of the need for national reconciliation.

"Split forever" from Pol Pot's KR, he is now the chairman of DNUM. As such,

his "people" would like an amnesty for him, so negotiations with the government

can continue.

Speech delivered, it's question time. Sary and Norin, who acts as translator, control

the process. Sary listens studiously to questions as they are translated, writes

them down and says he will reply later. After a little while, he begins his answers,

replying to each question as he sees fit, sometimes ignoring their main point.

The way he tells it, he's a man who has had fundamental differences with the "murderous

and dictatorial" Pol Pot clique for over 30 years but - until last month - stayed

with them.

He has no remorse, for he has done no wrong. He never killed anyone, never ordered

an execution, never even suggested one.

At one point he refers to his wider responsibility as a senior official in Pol Pot's

regime: "Am I still responsible for the past historical events? I think that

as a leader I must take responsibility for the past work."

He goes on to speak of the "framework of decisions": he was often not consulted

and, without his knowledge, events "proceeded according to the current of the


It's the closest he gets to giving any sort of apology to the Cambodian people. It

doesn't seem very close.

At times, it becomes disconcertingly like any other press conference, and he like

any other politician: defensive of the past, self-congratulatory on the present,

looking grave when necessary, happy when not. He smiles, occasionally jokes and laughs,

happily agrees to remove his glasses for the photographers - and generally says little

of great consequence.

All delivered with a trace of arrogance. It is a performance, and he knows his lines.

OUTSIDE, 19-year-old Van Vet stands leaning against a tree, rifle over shoulder,

looking like he hasn't smiled for a very long time and isn't about to begin now.

"Sa Buy" (happy), he murmurs when asked.

"I've been here since I was born. It's normal," he says about life at Malai,

looking unimpressed at the question.

That normality was disturbed, he says, when KR military chiefs Son Sen and Nikon

arrived here two months ago with orders to impose control and collectivize property.

He doesn't know why the orders were given by Pol Pot, but he says the pair turned

up with 1,000 troops.

The soldiers and cadre of Malai held a meeting, he says, and decided to "resist"

the orders.

"I was worried and I was ready. I was ready to fight for freedom, for individual

property and, lastly, for peace."

Of Son Sen's fighters, he says: "We expelled them. They went without a fight."

And Son Sen and Nikon? "They were angry. They threatened to come back...If they

fight us, we will fight them back."

Vet agrees that he would be pleased not to have to fight, and to give up his gun

to live a "routine life", before he loses interest in the interview and

glances around him, looking for an escape.

Sary's son, Ieng Vuth, stands by himself sipping a can of Fanta. He doesn't want

to answer questions, saying his father is doing the talking. Government army and

KR officers sit in the shade, swapping stories. A foreign journalist - who was with

anti-Vietnamese resistance forces ambushed behind enemy lines in the mid-1980s -

reacquaints himself with one of the KR guerrillas who had rescued him.

Sary, press conference over, walks over with his bodyguards to carry out a final

task: handing over the remains of another foreigner who, years later, was not so

lucky at the hands of the KR.

Matthias Wolf, 32, German tourist, fell into KR clutches in Dec 1994 and was killed,

according to Sary, on the orders of Son Sen. His body was burned twice.

Sary hands over a small plastic bag of what remains of Wolf to Jacques Bekaert, of

the Order of Malta and de facto German Embassy representative. Cameras flash, Sary


A few more smiles, and a wave, and he is whisked off in a black Landcruiser. Party's

over, it's time to leave.

"THIS is not something I should know," says villager Mom Samoeun, on the

way back to the helicopters, when asked what the KR has been fighting for since the

1993 elections.

"The only thing I know is to run when there's shelling. I have no idea who is

our enemy and who is not."

Samoeun, who with her soldier husband and two children used to live near Dead Tiger

Pass but fled here three years ago, just wants peace.

"We were told that the people must continue to fight the puppets and the traitors.

They want to go back to the poor farmer agenda, in contrast to Mr Ieng Sary's position.

"The hardliners came here to take our cars and motorcycles. After that, they

accused Ieng Sary of being a traitor. But the people here, they said Ieng Sary is

not a traitor, he is the man who tries to save our people."

Children stand around, watching the helicopters fly in. They appear well-off. Several

have jewelry; a girl wears a locket bearing a photo of the Thai queen. Asked if they

help their families work the fields, they say no.

Mom, 12, wearing love-heart earrings, a pink shirt and jeans, is produced as the

only child who speaks English. She successfully identifies the watch on her wrist

- "clock," she says - but doesn't know the English words for hair, arm

or shirt.

Chun, 14, in a dirty white shirt and a KR cap, is the only one who ventures an answer

about what he would like to be when he grows up.

"A doctor," he says, identifying a profession purged under Pol Pot's reign.

Twelve-year-old Chea, minus one leg, is by himself. Fidgeting with his blue shorts,

he reluctantly explains he stepped on a mine three years ago while going to have

a swim in a lake. He doesn't go to school, he says, but would like to.

Back in the village center, music blares out from loudspeakers usually reserved for

KR broadcasts. It's a love song, written by a woman called Ros Serey Sothea. One

wonders what she would think about her music finding an audience in Malai; she was

killed during the Pol Pot regime.


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