At the dark end of the street / That’s where we always meet

Words fail.…

Some­times when I sit at home I look at the pic­ture and every­thing seems fresh,” he said. “I think of the suf­fer­ing she endured, and I won­der how long she stayed alive.”

Mr. Bou Meng has since remar­ried twice, but he remains shack­led to his mem­o­ries. “I know I should for­get her,” he said, “but I can’t.”

She vis­its him, he said, in visions that are some­thing more than dreams, look­ing just as she did when he last saw her — still 28 years old, leav­ing Mr. Bou Meng to live on and grow old with­out her.

Some­times she appears with the spir­its of oth­ers who were killed, he said. They stand togeth­er, a crowd of ghosts in black, and she tells him, “Only you, Bou Meng, can find jus­tice for us.”

[From Sur­vivors Shed Light on Dark Days of Khmer Rouge —]

In Indone­sia, the right wing coup, CIA backed, pro­duced sim­i­lar sto­ries, but large­ly for­got­ten since they were our guys I guess. They don’t even teach it to the kids here – the gen­er­al­ly accept­ed fig­ure by his­to­ri­ans is about a half mil­lion dead.

Some of the heirs to the archi­tects of that hor­ror are even proud­ly stand­ing for Pres­i­dent here in July.

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