Cambodian genocide survivors tell their harrowing tales at BCC
On Friday at Bristol Community College, a panel discussion presented as part of a day devoted to the Cambodian genocide brought it all back in short, matter-of-factly terrible sentences.
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During the "Panel of Survivors" at
BCC's activities Friday surrounding the Cambodian Genocide, Senay Chang
recounts how she feared for her children, years after her coming to
America. Listening is panelist Makna Men, Senior Academic Counselor at
BCC. — Herald News Photo | Jack Foley
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The panel was part of a
day dedicated to the Cambodian genocide presented by the BCC Asian
Student Association and the BCC Holocaust Center.
“I was a little boy in a village along the Vietnamese/Cambodian border,” said Makna Men, a senior academic counselor at BCC.
Men said he used to count the bombs as they fell from American B-52 bombers.
“After
they kicked us out of our village, I was starving,” said Senay Chang,
who is a research assistant for the Providence City Council.
Savon San works for the TRIO program at Bristol Community College. He has spent most of his life in America.
“Both my parents were survivors,” he said. “I was born in a refugee camp in Thailand.”
San said when he ponders the future of people with Cambodian ancestry in America, he thinks of his and of future generations.
“The kids who grew up with me ended up joining gangs,” he said.
Sokvann Sam became a Buddhist monk at 12, a vocation he abandoned when the Khmer Rouge began their regime.
“If I stayed, I would be killed,” he said.
He
walked away from his temple, his home, wearing the robes of a Buddhist
monk, which he was quick to repurpose into something more civilian
because the Khmer rouge were killing any monks they could catch.
He got out in 1979. Five other family members didn’t.
“I never hoped to live,” he said.
“Coming to the United States was not a choice,” Men said. “It was a chance.”
Seney Chang said her escape took her through four countries and three refugee camps.
She said she has always found it difficult to answer the simple question, “Where did you grow up?
“I wouldn’t let my son cross the street until he was 14,” Chang said, demonstrating the anxiety that haunts her even in America.
It was a hard panel to sum up, but Makna Men did it eloquently when asked what was his hope for the future.
“My hope is that leaders around the world remember the past," he said. “The suffering should end now.”

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