Acutely aware that he could be killed if discovered, Mr Younly hid
the diary inside a clay vase. In those dark days, when religion and
schools were banned and anyone deemed educated was a threat, he had no
right to own so much as a pen and paper.
“Why is it that I have to
die here like a cat or a dog... without any reason, without any
meaning?” he wrote in the notebook’s last pages. Four decades later,
that question still haunts Cambodia.
Mr Younly did not survive that era. But his diary did. It was part of the vast case file which this week helped convict the only two surviving Khmer Rouge leaders still facing justice – 83-year-old former president Khieu Samphan and 88-year-old Nuon Chea, right-hand man of the group’s infamous late leader, Pol Pot. Last week, a UN-backed tribunal sentenced both men to life in prison for crimes against humanity.
Made public for the
first time last year, the diary is astonishingly rare – one of just four
known first-hand accounts penned by victims and survivors, compared to
453 such documents written by communist cadres.
It is “the story
of all of us who survived,” said Youk Chhang, who runs the Documentation
Centre of Cambodia, which has amassed millions of documents,
photographs, films and verbal testimonies from the Khmer Rouge era.
Mr
Younly’s account is vital because the majority of Cambodians living
today were born after the Khmer Rouge were ousted in 1979, and even
those who survived can forget how bad it was.
“People forget how
hungry we were,” said Youk Chhang, who still has dark scars on his legs
from shackles. “It’s hard to describe to young people what starvation
felt like.”
Som Seng Eath today with one of her daughters
Written in Khmer, the diary fills about 100 pages and is divided
into two sections. The first summarises Mr Younly’s family history and
his arranged marriage to his then 15-year-old wife. The rest, written as
a letter addressed to his children, describes life under the Khmer
Rouge and is dated only at the start and the end – 9 February and 29
July, 1976 – with a final post-script entered a few days later.
When
Khmer Rouge forces seized Phnom Penh on 17 April, 1975, the couple were
living with eight of their children in a rural town called Kampong
Chhnang. Three days later, the guerrillas arrived and residents cheered,
relieved the war was finally over, his 86-year-old widow Som Seng Eath
recalled.
But within hours, everything changed. Every soul was
ordered to leave on foot. The Khmer Rouge were emptying cities, marching
millions into the countryside to work as manual labourers. Mr Younly
recounts marching for nearly two weeks. On 1 May, they reached the
village of Chumteav Chreng.
“We worked day and night clearing wood
to make arable land,” Mr Younly wrote. “We worked 10 to 13 hours a
day.” Food supplies dwindled, and Mr Younly and his wife grew so
desperate, they traded clothes and a family locket for salt, sugar and
medicine.
The following month, Mr Younly fell ill. He could not
work, but he had the privacy to write. Months later, he began sensing
his end was near. “By now, my body resembles a corpse, thin with only
skin and bones,” he wrote.
At one point, Mr Younly writes of his
regret at not being able to see all of his children. “Let me die,” he
continued. “Let my destiny take me wherever it goes... My children, I
miss you; I love you.” He wrote until there were no pages left, his wife
said. On 1 August, 1976, he wrote a postscript, asking his family to
take care of the diary.
Hours later he was arrested by authorities
because one of his sons had attempted to exchange an Omega watch Mr
Younly had bought in America 15 years earlier for fermented fish.
Private property was illegal; hiding it was worse.
“I never saw
him again,” Som Seng Eath said, the tears streaming 38 years later. Mr
Younly died several weeks later, in a nearby prison.
Som Seng Eath
says the diary is too painful to read now. She says she didn’t
understand its importance at the time. But she can never forget what he
said about it. “He once looked up at me and said, ‘Protect this no
matter what, even if I die’.” His widow passed the diary to one of her
daughters. It was the daughter’s husband who suggested giving it to the
documentation centre to protect the fragile, yellowed pages of history.
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