Sunday, February 5, 2012

If only the Killing Fields were just a memory.


The recent sentencing of Kaing Guek Eav, better known as Comrade Duch, to life imprisonment for crimes he committed during the regime of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, is a reminder of this sickening era of human history and the foul nature that some men can inflict on their fellow brothers.

From 1976 to 1979, the Khmer Rouge, lead by Pol Pot, forced Cambodians out of the cities and into the fields to live a virtual subsistence existence, while decimating nearly a quarter of the country’s population through starvation, overwork and execution. Kaing Guek Eav was sentenced for crimes against humanity, war crimes, and over the torture and deaths of thousands of people at the notorious S-21 prison. Al Jazeera's Stephanie Scawen, reporting from outside the court in Phnom Penh, described some of the atrocities committed: "Bloodletting was quite common... Others had their hands tied behind their backs and were strung up on exercise bars. When they went unconscious they would be dunked in water, and the process was started again. It was a horrendous regime.”

While it’s unfathomable to imagine the full extent of the circumstances suffered by the population, it’s not hard to find documentation and evidence of the disregard and contempt that people like Pol Pot, Duch and others, such as Nuon Chea, Khieu Samphan and Ieng Sary had for their fellow citizens.

One day, if you take a trip to Cambodia, you’ll be confronted by the history of that country’s “Killing Fields”. A 1984 British film of the same name is one of the best known movies that depicts the story of two journalists, Cambodian Dith Pran and American Sydney Schanberg who were working in Phnom Penh at the time. Historical and biographical as it is, it is truly a horror film. The role of Dith Pran was played by a survivor of the regime, a doctor named Haing S Ngor. His own account of those years was penned in his book “Surviving the Killing Fields”, a compelling read. In it he describes how he pretended to be a taxi driver when the Khmer Rouge swept to power after a civil war, as being an educated man made him an enemy of the state. Having won an Oscar for his portrayal of Dith Pran, his first acting role, I met Haing a number of times during his promotional visits to Australia. Ironically, after surviving the Killing Fields, he was shot dead in Los Angeles by a street gang. I was gutted to learn of his death.

Beyond the violation committed against the population at the time, a number of foreigners also underwent torture and death, sometimes for merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. New Zealander Kerry Hamill was a yachtsman sailing in the Gulf of Thailand in 1978, along with buddies Canadian Stuart Glass and Englishman John Dewhirst,

They anchored at Koh Tang Island to shelter from a storm (Kerry’s girlfriend Gail had recently left the yacht to visit family in Hawai’i). Unbeknownst to them they had entered ‘Kampuchean’ waters. Neither did they know of the horror story that was unfolding on the mainland.


Along with John Dewhirst, Kerry was seized and tortured for two months at S-21. After signing confessions taken under duress that “admitted” CIA affiliations, they were executed on Comrade Duch’s orders. Their third companion, Stuart Glass was shot and killed when the boat was initially captured.


Kerry’s younger brother, Rob Hamill, an Olympic and Trans-Atlantic champion rower, has travelled to Cambodia and elsewhere to retrace the steps taken by his brother and John Dewhirst, speaking to eyewitnesses, perpetrators and survivors. His documentary, Brother Number One, is a retrospectively haunting tale that tells the story from another deeply personal perspective, made no less incisive by the passing of years.

After the genocide of Jews attempted by the German Nazis in World War II, it’s staggering to consider how something so similar could occur a mere 30 years later. But then, occurring again with the conflict in Bosnia 1992 – 1995, and in Rwanda in 1994, where another similar fate befell 800,000 souls.

It’s a lesson that never seems to be learnt.

If only it were true that history never repeats.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Bring back Chicken Maryland


It’s time to talk turkey. Actually, no. I’m more wanting to talk about Chicken Maryland. It means a few different things in various countries, but in Australia in the 1970’s it was a staple menu item in some (most?) restaurants and eateries, generally attached to various community and service clubs. In this country, the Returned Servicemen’s League (RSL), established clubs that welcomed ex-military personnel and their families for evenings of camaraderie, a few drinks, and eventual eats in the dining room that were (and still are) convenient and great value.

But of concern is the departure from history that the menus of these establishments have undergone. Today, some have entirely become ‘Thai’ or ‘Chinese’ or in earlier years ‘Italian’. It seems that when the 1970’s moved on, menus had to become more ‘continental’, more savvy, more chic.

Now, apart from the demise of Chicken Maryland (which I remember was a pan or deep fried chicken leg or thigh, along with a deep fried banana and pineapple ring), Chicken in a Basket is also gone (roast chicken on a bed of potato chips…gravy optional)! Thankfully, the Prawn Cocktail entrĂ©e can still sometimes be discovered, although these days it resembles something more glamorous like ‘tapas’ but without a brown bread triangle in sight. At least the sauce tastes familiar.

This is a calamity. Waning popularity of these dishes is a national disgrace. How hard is it really? Make the choice: A roast chicken leg donned with a little chef’s hat, or Chicken Tikka Masala? Foie Gras-Banana Bread Terrine or the Roast of the Day (go for the lamb), with extra chips?

So popular were these ‘old fashioned’ dishes with the customers, individuals would often remain loyal to one dish only, ordering “the usual” everytime. “I only have the cauliflower mornay…”, “…the kidneys in wine...”, “…chicken a la king…”. Saying “I only ever have the Carbonnade Flamande,” was considered very exotic indeed.

It’s time to resurrect the Chicken Maryland and its menu cousins. Write to your local club, your corner restaurant, your local member of parliament and have this iconic dish returned to the tables of Australia
Thank you, and enjoy your After Dinner Mint.