You're standing on a street corner in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, sometime in the late seventies. You take a look around: What do you see? What do you hear and smell? The cities have been emptied; the government has forced the residents into factories and farms, mostly in rural areas. The people you do see have fear etched onto their faces, and they are careful not to say too much.

Simply having an opinion in this version of Cambodia may land them in prison, or worse: Cambodia's killing fields. These are not places you eventually get to walk out of.

The scent of death hangs thick in the air, almost as thick as the tension. Arrests, beatings and murders are commonplace, and there's no telling who might be next. Buildings are being annexed by government forces and promptly cloaked with razor wire, becoming ominous overnight. It doesn't take much of an imagination to know what goes inside these compounds. Could it be what I think it is? During a a time when the West was pre-occupied with the retreat from neighbouring Vietnam, and all too willing to tune it out, all numbers of horrors fell across Cambodia.

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After WWII, as the full scope of the holocaust became clearer with each new grizzly discovery, the world collectively proclaimed, "Never again!" I guess some didn't get that message; genocide, as we all know, still happens. I admit that before I started traveling, the idea of genocide, and the impact of just uttering the word, was distant. I may have learned about these things in school, but I was too busy looking at girls; I may have seen the stories on the news, but I was too distracted by hockey or baseball scores. You get the idea. I had leaned about Auschwitz, of course, and I had heard about Cambodia's Killing Fields, but those places seemed so far and so irrelevant to me. Now that I travel and learn about the places I go, I am deeply bothered by that last confession. Not only am I bothered by having been ignorant of some major world events, I am deeply saddened that some awful ones have occurred during my lifetime, and continue to happen.

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Due to the proximity of the S21 prison and Choeung Ek, aka the Killing Fields, to Cambodia's capital of Phnom Penh, it's almost impossible not to visit these two sites when visiting the country. In 1975, a high school was converted into what became known as Security Prison 21, or S21. Under the Khmer Rouge reign of terror, anyone who was educated, had traveled, had a connection to a foreign government, or believed in a free market society was deemed a threat and promptly imprisoned and interrogated; so was everyone they knew.

Because they were interrogated under extreme torture, the prisoners basically said or signed anything to make the pain stop, but by doing so, they often implicated their extended family and neighbors in fictitious conspiracies. Soon, no one was safe; the government evacuated the cities, and anyone not deemed a threat was sent to work in dreadful conditions on forced labor farms. This was also a way to escape certain imprisonment, torture and death. Many city dwellers would scuff and scrape their hands and faces and tatter their clothes to try and pass themselves off as peasant farmers.

Rules for the prisoners at S21 Phnom Penh, Cambodia

It's difficult to articulate what happened here. Torture, beating, starving, humiliation, killing, rats, lice, disease, prisoners chained to the floor and on and on. I believe that humans are, at their core, good, so it's hard to imagine that because one nasty asshole thinks he should torture and kill some people, and gives the order down the chain of command, that not one of those soldiers stopped to think that something wasn't quite right. Well, the history books are written so I guess I have my answer.

The size of a prison cell was little more than a meter wide.

Depending on your source, there were as many as 17,000 people who entered this facility, and survivors? Not likely. Again, depending on your source (the Khmer Rouge weren't exactly credible sources), maybe 12 to 14 people survived. Let that sink in. They survived only because they had a special skill to the liking of a commander. One of the survivors was kept alive because we was an artist and was commissioned to paint their "fearless leader." He is also responsible for the graphic paintings that line the walls today, depicting daily life at the prison.

A cell with a old ammunition box for a toilet and the chains that bound the occupant by the ankle.

In 1978, any kind of government relations between Cambodia (then Kampuchea) and Vietnam were falling apart, and there was an ill-advised attempt at an invasion by the Khmer Rouge (a massacre unto itself befitting the regime's style). This rightly pissed the Vietnamese way off, and a counter invasion was launched. When they discovered the S21 prison, they brought in media to record their discovery for future prosecution. The prison today is left almost identically to how the first witnesses saw it, sans the corpses. Chains bolted to the floor, rusted bed frames, blood stained walls and floors, rusted out ammunition boxes used for toilets, and large, bloody, black and white photos taken as it was found in 1979 avec corpses, is how we find it today.

One of the rooms left as it was found. The picture on the wall was as they discovered the room with a body chained to the bed.

There is a pulse here, and I think everyone feels it. This is a museum today: $2 to enter and essentially, as I said, the place is the same as it was. Most tourists stroll the grounds in silence. There aren't any words to describe the feeling of visiting, just a flux of emotions. Like confusion: why were there barbed wires on the second floor to prevent jumpers, when they were going to kill everyone anyway? And anger: how could they possibly do this and get away with it for so long? And frustration: some Khmer Rouge leaders are still at large, and some prosecuted as recently as 2011.

I am not a spiritual person, but if I have ever had a spiritual experience, it happened here: I could close my eyes and lay my hands on the cold bricks and feel the rage of everyone that ever passed through here. Worse, it's personified by being able to view all of their photographs and look into their fearful eyes, eyes staring back at me wondering what horror they were seeing on the other side of the camera. That is, until it was decided that film was expensive, and record keeping would only incriminate the perpetrators. Many families are left without answers.

Row of cells at S21 prison in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

S21 Prison — Mug shots of prisoners taken on the day they arrived.

Unfortunately, it does't get anymore uplifting when you take a trip just outside the city limits to Choeung Ek, aka, Cambodia's Killing Fields. The name says it all: it's a field, and they killed people here. A lot of people. And it wasn't the only place. Many of the victims' skulls greet you as you enter the grounds. A tower of skulls, 5000 or so, most with visible holes in the head, are stacked in a tall stupa, at the base of which is a pile of tattered clothing once worn by the victims. Once again, depending on your source, there could have been as many as a million people murdered here. Many thousands of bodies were exhumed throughout the 80s, but recently it was decided they will let the remaining uncovered bodies rest undisturbed. The mass graves that were excavated are large grassy craters today, and most are marked with signs describing how many bodies were found there. Every year after the rains, more bones and teeth are found, and bits of clothing come up through the ground. Everywhere you turn you are met with a sign telling you of the horror at the spot at which you're standing.

One of many signs at Choeung Ek, The Killing Fields, describing the horror, near Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

This will leave a mark on your soul to be sure. Cambodia is beautiful and has many attractions that would be a shame to miss, but if you visit Cambodia, these are something of a rite of passage. I think it's necessary to know and understand what a culture has been through, no matter how gruesome; it's part of their history and we, as privileged travelers, owe it to the people to take it all in, the good and the bad.

Teeth on the ground at Choeung Ek, The Killing Fields, near Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Bits of clothing surface after the rains from the mass graves underneath.

It is so sad that there are just not that many people in Cambodia over the age of 50: the Khmer Rouge decimated a quarter of its population. When I did see someone older, it seemed such a symbol of perseverance that I wanted to sit and talk to that individual for hours. Cambodia has had an unfortunate past, but with tourism growing so quickly, there is so much potential and so much beauty here, it's too bad they can't box it up and export it. You can help Cambodia realize this potential by learning about it's past; I guarantee you will find a level of emotion within yourself you may not have known you had.

Did you see Cambodia's Killing Fields and S21? What kind of impression did it leave on you? On a positive note, what did you love about Cambodia?

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Cambodia's Killing Fields and S-21 Prison: The A-Holes of History

Simply having an opinion in this version of Cambodia may land them in prison, or worse: Cambodia's killing fields. These are not places you eventually get to walk out of.

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