I am Ke. I belong here……
My photo was taken, but why was I not sent here?
Prisoner 210. That was my tag number…but why I was not here? Was there a discrepancy in the system?
Perhaps, I was the only lucky boy who escaped the brutal treatment of S21 guards.
In my 40 days dreams, I saw the fifty shackled S21 boys. I had returned to 1978. I was 11 year old again. I was weak and fragile and shackled together with them on the brown floor.
We were cold, frightened, hungry and hopeless. But that did not stop the guards from dragging us to the interrogation rooms where he had to confess to Ankar the mistakes of our parents.
In the eyes of the guards, we were not little boys but enemies of the regime and enemies deserved no mercy as only torture and death awaited us.
10 o’ clock at night when all the adult inmates were shackled to sleep, we boys were blind folded and brought to the interrogation rooms to scream the song of pain. The melody of pain would please the Khmer Rouge guards.
The killing machine has no feeling. Light bulbs on the ceiling would dim and danced with the electrocuted bodies of the screaming victims. The killing machine of S21 would not stop interrogating…… next the pliers and the rods.
The truth was not what we knew but what the guards wanted to know. Confession would bring death not only to us but to our parents. But confession would stop all whipping, removing of nails and electrocution of fingers, gums, genitals and chests.
I was week in my dreams. I had no more voice to scream. My throat was soar and my tear had all dried up. But my spirit remains strong and I knew the salvation of 50 boys depended on me. I had to redeem my past mistake of letting my friends murdered in the killing field. I am no coward, I can make it… God be with me…please don’t turn away from me…. Comfort me O Lord ! Ease my pain Lord. Forgive them Lord for they knew not what they were doing.
… Next Chapter …. (Interrogation)