Some years ago I heard about a man who was having his tyres changed one early morning at his local garage when his mother phoned him from Cambodia of all places, and for the first few minutes, she could not communicate to him. Silently, he listened through her crying and grief as she slowly informed him that she was in the Tuol Sleng memorial museum in Phnom Penh, and before her, arrayed in glass cabinets, was the sight of thousands of stacked skulls. All victims, of course, of Pol Pot’s atheist massacre. It was all too much for her to talk about them. She terminated her call without a goodbye to her son; she was in such anguish. He had listened as best he could in silence but could offer her no comfort, and not knowing where Cambodia was either or what shocking sight had made her suffer so much. Only later did he see the memorial museum for himself when he went online.
During those terrible dark years, the communist Khmer Rouge raped and murdered their way across Cambodia from 1975 to 1979. Today, I suppose North Korea has taken its place as the world’s number one country in inflicting such wicked and evil suffering on its poor brainwashed and beaten-down people, under the current Kim Il-sung dynasty, with the Chinese government seeming to look the other way. Well, some would say, “that’s politics”. We say it’s pure godless evil.
Other infamous communist leaders of the past would be Stalin, Lenin, Tito, and Ho Chi Minh, all adopted alias names, incidentally, to disguise their real identities from the police, of course.
On commencing this article on 15th April 2016, it is the 18th anniversary of the death, or suicide, or murder of Pol Pot. As far as we know, he never repented for his sins or crimes against humanity, unlike his former Chief of Police Kang Kek Lew, but more on him later.
Pol Pot (Saloth Sar) was born in 1928, a bright boy from a reasonably comfortable home. To me, his future education is interesting to examine because he enrolled in a private French school. Much later, he would attend the College Sihanouk, not forgetting that he had been previously enrolled as a novice in a Buddhist temple (not catholic!) His family also seems to have had important connections with the Cambodian royal family!
This subjection to religion at an early age obviously did nothing for Pol Pot. In later life, instead, he would follow that wasteful path to destruction of atheism, leaning upon it until his death. Maybe he heard about the saving grace of the Lord Jesus from someone and repented, but I can find no evidence of this ever happening. Sad to say, I think he was too far gone in sin and pride, and all those other trappings of this fallen and temporary world.
Today the awful and devastating suffering once inflicted upon the beautiful country of Cambodia is largely forgotten, except for enquiring tourists seeking to learn more about those terrible Khmer Rouge years.
My generation had been brought up knowing so much about Europe, mainly because of the Second World War. Sometimes, Africa also came into the political equation, but only just. As for Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam, we knew little about them or their significance in that region until the Vietnam War of the 1960s exploded, and of course the connection with the drug-fuelled so-called “golden triangle” still talked about today.
Out of Cambodia’s population of 13 million, only 2% claim a Biblical Christian conversion (it always seems to be this way), yet the true gift of redemption from the Lord Jesus Christ can never be destroyed. Every living being will one day die, yet the words of Jesus will never pass away.
After a catholic education and perhaps some Jesuit indoctrination from the teachings of Loyola, the young Pol Pot was offered a government scholarship to study radio electricity in Paris. This may have been a thank you from democratic patrons for his work and that of others in recent elections in that country. Naturally, he grasped this offer. Now he was one of the elite.
The young student arrived in France with his ship docking in Marseilles in 1949 and remained in the country until 1953. He lived at the 15 Arrondissement at 31 Rue Letellier in Paris. It seems not much has changed since he lodged there. Perhaps a little bit more upmarket today. Maybe we will visit the area someday and do some important ministry street work in Paris. Oh, and a note of interest: the French actress Brigitte Bardot was born there in 1934. Maybe our older readers will remember seeing her films, but today she is more into pro-animal rights. We would hope, however, she was more committed to studying the word of God, offering Bible tracts on the boulevards of that city to the spiritually lost, with other born-again believers in the so-called ‘City of Light.’
Now at the time, Paris was slowly recovering from the repressive and dangerous years of occupation by its German conquerors. The country then also boasted one of the largest communist parties in Europe, and even up to a few years ago, the trade unions could black out Paris with strikes and chaos, all at a moment’s notice.
Interestingly, the babies born during the Pol Pot years of the early 1950s in France would themselves fifteen years later bring a damaging revolution to Paris, almost toppling the government and nearly causing the resignation of General Charles de Gaulle. It didn’t happen, of course, and it would have taken more than this to destroy the general or the “great survivor,” as he was known. Nonetheless, the avenues, boulevards and cobblestones today seen around the Sorbonne University and elsewhere still bear the wounds of those days if you look closely enough.
Some years ago, I read about a young man in Berlin who decided for some reason to join the Chinese communist party. He went along to many meetings and lectures, studying the words of Mao and Lenin, and of course, he signed up for obligatory summer weekends with other trainees for bonding with his comrades. But praise the Lord, he did abandon its wicked ways and jumped the red ship. When asked later what had he learned from it all, he replied rather mischievously, “I learnt to play ping pong.” It seems that Chairman Mao was a great exponent and admirer of the game himself, and encouraged his countrymen to pick up a bat whenever possible, which they all did, of course. I always found it rather boring myself, but I wonder if old Karl Marx ever played it himself with the wooden bat and balls in London town during the 1800s with Friedrich Engels as his compliant partner. It also seems, from today’s press, that Maoist dogma in China is still a force 50 years after the failed Cultural Revolution that caused so many to suffer and perish under forced labour.
As a note of interest, I was in Paris myself in 1961, and it was then rather like a quaint little village with cheap food, moderate rent, and an easy lifestyle. I also met Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson, as he was then, who himself offered the few of us there to meet him us some biro pens with his initials. Sadly, I lost mine some years later.
After the war, the French communist party (P.C.F.) that Pol Pot aligned himself to (or sold his soul to) as a young idealistic recruit was very much on the up politically, and with Joseph Stalin literally calling the shots, this socialist clique in Paris seemed a welcome oasis for the idealistic Pol Pot.
The author Patrick Marnham writes of this 1945 period in Paris: “Every day thousands arrived, many of the members of the legion of the living dead. From April to August the government had to welcome an average of 50,000+ cases a week,” and I suspect up to the early 1950s many would still be arriving into the ‘city of light,’ many being trained communist sleepers of course, and always remember Moscow had a large slice of Europe very much in its iron grip in those days.
When the young Saloth Sar (he would not be known as Pol Pot until the 1970s) arrived in Paris to commence his studies, his political interest, I suggest, was in communistic teachings, and there was a strong belief in the European communist parties then that communists would be the major players on the world political stage. Precisely what Stalin had planned a long time ago in exporting communism to other countries (I suggest they still are but in more subtle ways).
Somehow, once Moscow handlers were sure of Pol Pot’s commitment, he might have been trained in the art of murder by the KGB and may have also enjoyed the act in its performance, only perhaps going into denial later. Today, this is known as ‘volitional insanity’ in medical clinical circles, I believe. This may have been arranged to prove his full loyalty to Moscow, or as a test, if you like, but we can never be sure of what really occurred in those years in France.
It should also be remembered and never forgotten that today there are over 360 so-called ‘killing fields’ in Cambodia that we know about. Obviously, some planning had gone into creating this theatre of death that originated either in Beijing or (I suspect) Moscow in the 1950s that corrupted this young man from Cambodia, who had arrived to discover the mystery of radio waves, yet learnt something more sinister about himself.
(The remains of one dark and deadly prison cell)
Was the slaughter of nearly 2 million Cambodians between 1975 and 1979 not dreamed up in the steamy jungles of that then unfortunate country, but rather a planned, purposeful crime of genocide dreamed up in Europe?
Incidentally, this year is the 100th anniversary of another, almost forgotten holocaust in which Turkish/Kurdish Muslims contrived to murder and deport over two million Armenian Christians (some possibly born again) in 1916. In fact, the word genocide is still hotly debated in Turkey, even to this day. But I say it was mass murder of the worst kind, and of course, Christians are still being murdered around the world today, with little or no media attention or interest.
In the early 1960s, the realignment of these Far East countries would also come under the political influence of the American New World, a menu prepared and stirred by President Carter’s important Jesuit-trained NSA advisor, Zbigniew Brzezinski, who is still today pulling political strings together behind the U.S. President. He would later say: “I encouraged the Chinese to support Pol Pot. Pol Pot was an abomination. We could never support him but the Chinese could.” Wow, talk about double talk here as China and the U.S. sustained and supported the Khmer Rouge with overt and covert military aid (disgusting!), as millions were being murdered and thrown into crocodile-infested waters, many of them children and still alive. These men are evil and depraved!
When the young Pol Pot returned to his country, he was employed as a teacher in the private sector in Phnom Penh, teaching history, French, and geography, and he seems to have been rather fond of and respected by his students. But was it all just a role that he perfected rather like a modern-day ‘Mr. Chips.’ Maybe he was also a sleeper during those days too. And regarding those years in the education system, one student of his recalls that “Everyone knew he was a communist.” Perhaps they decided to say nothing, I don’t know.
During these years, the political tides of change were breaking out through the Cambodian political landscape, and somewhere Pol Pot seems to have jumped from the Moscow brand of communism to embrace the Beijing communist coven of Maoism. He would also make many journeys to North Vietnam, meeting the ex-pastry cook Ho Chi Minh, who himself had resided and worked in Paris at the Ritz Hotel. Pol Pot was also in China observing the 1966 turmoil that that country experienced at the hands of the syphilitic Mao Tse Tung, and Pol Pot would also ingratiate himself at his side as well. As they say, ‘birds of a feather flock together.’ But these birds were an ill omen for their countries and their people.
When Pol Pot’s shock troops entered Phnom Penh soon after the existing governments collapsed in 1975, they were amazingly welcomed by a war-weary people. But for now, Pol Pot was “brother number one.” Bad times were now coming, especially for the educated middle class. Pol Pot was very pro peasants and in favour of maintaining their lifestyle.
History bears remembering as well: Nixon’s government illegally bombed Cambodia between 1970 and 1975, killing (we are informed) almost as many innocent people as the dreaded and feared Khmer Rouge, can you believe?
The British government of the day had also somehow got mixed up in it all of this, with declassified government papers of 1989 shockingly showing that the government had secretly dispatched the British SAS to Cambodia to help train the Khmer Rouge, amongst other tasks, assigning them to lay thousands of concealed landmines from the purchased Royal Ordinance, can you believe? Those hidden undisturbed mines are still dangerously active even today.
In 1975, the unsuspecting citizens of Cambodia and residents of its capital Phnom Penh were subjected to murder, forced slavery and terrible famine, as the Khmer Rouge under the wicked magician Pol Pot cast his Satanic occult spell over the nation for four terrible years. Many today are unable to talk about its lasting effects on their lives.
I suspect that most people have by now seen or heard of the 1984 film The Killing Fields, and although I think it is a bit dated both in its acting and direction, it is still worth a watch to capture some of the flavour of Cambodia at the time and how a country can slide so easily into paganism and evil perpetrated by the minority against the defenceless majority.
On 17th April 1975 three months after the U.S. Ambassador John Gunther Dean had swiftly departed the embassy by helicopter with his country’s folded stars-and-stripes flag, the emerging communist shock troops of Pol Pot finally entered a dazed and uncertain Phnom Penh. And so began the winter of that city’s awful discontent. They also marched in waving the dreaded red communist flag (incidentally, that same ensign bearing the traditional hammer and sickle was openly paraded on the streets of London this past month of May and seen on television news channels). We would witness such banners ourselves with portraits of Stalin in Lausanne, Switzerland, in February this year, during our very busy and successful Christian outreach. Many brainwashed and deceived countries want to take us further down the socialist/Darwin road of deception and lies, it seems.
To the marching conquerors in Phnom Penh in 1975, the cheering citizens were seen as the enemy and definitely in some serious need of ‘political indoctrination’ for their own ‘good selves,’ it seems. The city was now to be forcibly evacuated, it had been decided, and within 24 hours this forced evacuation would be systematically carried out in other towns in the country as well. For now: “Money, private enterprises and private property were abolished.” The year zero had ominously arrived. And Pol Pot’s infamous name would first appear to the public in April of that year. It seems that even his own brother did not know Pol Pot’s real identity until much later.
Few in the outside world’s media knew of the cruel atrocities being committed at the bloody hands of Pol Pot’s killing army.
Pol Pot had apparently planned for a “super great leap forward” and obviously this was based on his hero Mao and the programme that China suffered from under his dead hand.
During the final years, as the troops heaped cruelty upon an innocent nation, Pol Pot may have revisited one of his first loves, that of playing the violin. Remember how the demented Roman Emperor Nero played the fiddle in AD 64, whilst Rome burned, later conveniently blaming the Christians? (The popes are the political descendants of Nero and his ilk.) Maybe Pot plucked some pizzicato riffs on his fiddle whilst thousands died in the well-known ‘killing fields’ of death.
Yet times were changing. Indeed, with Mao’s death and even more hostility from neighbouring Vietnam, Pol Pot must have felt secure in his leadership to leave the country in 1977-1979, with working visits to China and to North Korea, of all places, to receive on arrival a bear hug and a medal from Kim II-sung.
When the terrible rule of Pol Pot and his so-called democratic Kampuchea was terminated (with them somehow holding on to their seat at the U.N., and with the Vietnamese invasion completed), the citizens of Cambodia slowly returned from their four years of nightmares to Phnom Penh and other smaller towns and cities. Yet there was immense physical and psychological damage to repair and this, I suspect, is still being completed. Pol Pot would later take refuge in the dense jungle, living (I believe) in a delusional world of pity and self-denial, as so many of his ilk have always done. But, what evil lurks in the minds of men like him and Kim and Ho and Mao? It is, I suggest, pure unadulterated Satanism, all done in homage to the prince of this fallen world.
Pol Pot died at age 77 on 16th April 1998 of heart failure (not sure what cause is listed on the death certificate). Some seriously suggest that he was murdered, as there was apparently some concern among many “in the know” that further hidden secrets about the terrible killing fields were about to emerge onto the spotlight of international politics and this would never do, of course. Yet he would never stand trial for the murder of two million of his own countrymen; that in itself was and is a heinous crime. He would stand accused of the murders of some of his political colleagues instead.
(Old man Pot, enjoying a nice walk in the garden, something his victims never did)
“In the end however the man who died on the Cambodian frontier in 1989 must be held responsible for what happened in Cambodia after April 1975,” so writes his biographer, David Chandler.
Following local customs, after his death his decaying body was cremated, his ashes then scattered in the jungle, and within minutes the soft breeze would disperse the still warm grey particles to the wind until nothing visible would be left of this monster. Strangely enough, it was almost as if he had never existed. But, the butchery inflicted by the Khmer Rouge’s army of sadists would remain for all to see and sadly still does. Today the testimony of thousands of skulls gaze vacantly out at the camera and say nothing. This is and always will be the lasting legacy of the wicked despot Pol Pot.
“It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).
At this house of horrors, an exclusive former school where Pol Pot (or as he was respectfully known then, Mr. Saloth Sar) once taught long ago to eager happy pupils subjects as diverse as French, history and geography. Yet that school of learning later morphed into an academy of pain during those torturous years of Pol Pot’s tyranny. It was then instructed to inflict pain and deprivation to all who were escorted to its foreboding entrance, and 20,000+ were deprived of life within its walls and beyond.
This previous house of learning would later become the central prison and torture holding area for the numerous opponents of the sadistic communist regime, being known as Tuol Sleng (or S-21) during those terrible years when many innocent people would be dragged into its many torture cells and exposed to rape, torture and slow death.
Overseeing its functions with efficient glee and almost reverence to his acquired practised craft would be Kang Kek Lew, a loyal comrade of Pol Pot. He would somehow escape justice after the fall of the Pot regime, like many others, and melt into the countryside, perhaps assuming a new identity and life. But the Lord Jesus had other plans for this man: he would later become acquainted, by God’s merciful providence of course, with an American Missionary serving in Cambodia, and after repentance, he received the Lord Jesus as his Saviour. Today he is a born-again believer. He would later voluntarily surrender to the courts and be sentenced by trial to life imprisonment, where he is still incarcerated today.
In conclusion, if you have been touched by this article, please pray for the lost and unsaved people of Cambodia, that they would forsake their idols, talismans and other useless religious artifacts and would come to know the Lord Jesus Christ. If the dreaded ‘lord high executioner,’ or as he is known today, prisoner Kang Kek Lew, can finally repent and be welcomed into the Kingdom of God, so can they, and so can you.
Brother Number One, Pol Pot, by David P. Chandler
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