Judy Hamilton
25th March 2006, 04:18 AM (04:18)
sleep evades me..a few of you were concerned that i would have a bit of problems returning to South east Asia...your fears were reasonable...I had a conversation with a naztetter tonight, she asked how i felt about the trip in relation to the time i served in Vietnam...I told her the streets of Phnom Penh were the same as if i had stepped back in time..and was riding down the Boulevards of Saigon...and assured her that i was OK with returning to this part of the world
however i did not anticipate glaring at history in its most brutal form. The tour of the "Killing Fields" and to the famed prison "S-21" located in Phnom Penh, where some 20,000 innocent men, women and children were brutaly interned and interrogated will not allow rest to the deepest part of my heart.
Here are but a few of the photos depicting a tragedty when Cambodia sealed her borders and the internationl community chose to look the other direction
Not until I walked through the empty corridors of S-21 Tuol Sleng Prison
does Slalin's idiom ...that "one death is a tragedty..a million is a statistic" take on meaning.
I would like to address this..if the Lord will pen the thread and the subject of this grievous international time in our recent history.
I well remember when as a young adult asking my foster mother in an accusing tone about the Concentration Camps and the Extermination of the Jews with, "How did your generation allow this to happen?" (as if she were responsible for the genocide of millions of Jews)
Do I have an answer to my daughter should she quiz me in such a manner about the decimation of 1/3 of Cambodia's people by Pol pot and the Khmer Rouge? This was taking place when I was exhilarated with a new baby. Shannon captured my attention. and as a new mother I could say I was distracted. Having just watched the Fall of Vietnam, I was deeply grieved and in this grief had suceeded in isolating my emotions. I would not concern myself with the cries of the Cambodian people who were daily enduring starvation and a brutal death of the masses.
I really need to feel ok as an American..however..when viewing this tragedty up close and talking and praying over the older generation of Cambodian people that were left with non-healing soul wounds.. I know as I walked the streets of Phnom Penh, that a part of me is ashamed to be an american .. I am humbled..not a proud braggadocious American
I have placed an album on my photo site that documents recent history of PolPot and the Khmer Rouge
http://heyjude.smugmug.com/gallery/1304056
Judy
however i did not anticipate glaring at history in its most brutal form. The tour of the "Killing Fields" and to the famed prison "S-21" located in Phnom Penh, where some 20,000 innocent men, women and children were brutaly interned and interrogated will not allow rest to the deepest part of my heart.
Here are but a few of the photos depicting a tragedty when Cambodia sealed her borders and the internationl community chose to look the other direction
Not until I walked through the empty corridors of S-21 Tuol Sleng Prison
does Slalin's idiom ...that "one death is a tragedty..a million is a statistic" take on meaning.
I would like to address this..if the Lord will pen the thread and the subject of this grievous international time in our recent history.
I well remember when as a young adult asking my foster mother in an accusing tone about the Concentration Camps and the Extermination of the Jews with, "How did your generation allow this to happen?" (as if she were responsible for the genocide of millions of Jews)
Do I have an answer to my daughter should she quiz me in such a manner about the decimation of 1/3 of Cambodia's people by Pol pot and the Khmer Rouge? This was taking place when I was exhilarated with a new baby. Shannon captured my attention. and as a new mother I could say I was distracted. Having just watched the Fall of Vietnam, I was deeply grieved and in this grief had suceeded in isolating my emotions. I would not concern myself with the cries of the Cambodian people who were daily enduring starvation and a brutal death of the masses.
I really need to feel ok as an American..however..when viewing this tragedty up close and talking and praying over the older generation of Cambodian people that were left with non-healing soul wounds.. I know as I walked the streets of Phnom Penh, that a part of me is ashamed to be an american .. I am humbled..not a proud braggadocious American
I have placed an album on my photo site that documents recent history of PolPot and the Khmer Rouge
http://heyjude.smugmug.com/gallery/1304056
Judy