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Wednesday 18 March 2015

Devastation on the Roads of Cambodia



A typical late afternoon in Phnom Penh, just before rush hour, when traffic is much more unpredictable. Photo by Erin Moriarty Harrelson


Fulbright National Geographic Stories

by Erin Moriarty Harrelson


PHNOM PENH, Cambodia–During a respite from agonizing about how to pack for a ten-day trip to Laos that included a meeting with representatives from the Laotian Association of the Deaf, a three-day Laotian wedding, and sightseeing in scorching heat, I sat down on my couch, idly scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed.

Members of one of the first cohorts of deaf students at Krousar Thmey, some who are at university now. Kiry is first from the left in the back row. Photo courtesy of Krousar Thmey Foundation.

The first inkling of a devastating event for deaf people in Cambodia was the appearance in my newsfeed of a photograph of a young man, laying on a hospital gurney with his eyes closed, intubated, arm dangling and covered in bandages, blood seeping through the linen. This gruesome image, posted by his sister, was accompanied by a desperate plea, “Please, brother, please live!”

Kiry Danh by the Royal Palace shortly before his death. He was studying to be an architect. Photography courtesy of Krousar Thmey

I didn’t know who this person was or how this photograph came to be on my newsfeed. It is common for Cambodian media to post graphic photographs of bloody and broken bodies on the pages of their daily Khmer-language newspaper. Sharing gruesome photos with dire warnings  is representative of how many Cambodians use social media. I dismissed it as yet another gruesome image posted by a friend of a friend but then I recognized some of the names in the comments, which ranged from emoticons of crying bears, “RIP” and “I am so sorry.” Scrolling through these comments, I realized that the man in the bed was a member of the deaf Cambodian network.


Wondering what was happening, I closed my laptop and stuffed it into my backpack. I continued to throw things into my suitcase, checking and double-checking to be sure I had my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I went downstairs to meet Sovannaro Kong, my regular tuk-tuk guy, who is also deaf. He usually greets me with a bit of gossip or information but he was quiet, signing simply, “Airport?” I nodded and he threw my bag into the tuk-tuk then straddled his motorbike, intent on getting myself to Phnom Penh International on time for my 6 p.m. flight to Vientiane. He took a different route this time, quicker but dustier and bumpier. As we bumped through the billowing red dust, I studied the back of his head, and every so often, glanced over to his grim face in the mirrors hanging off the roof of the tuk-tuk.

We pulled around to the front of the airport and Sovannaro heaved my bag out of the tuk-tuk. As soon as the bag thudded on the pavement, Sovannaro signed to me, using a name sign I didn’t recognize, “My friend, [name sign] dead. I grew up with him. Now, I’m going to his house to meet his family. ”

I asked him, “What happened?” Sovannaro didn’t know the details, signing, “Motorcycle accident. When I go to his house I will know more.” We were both quiet for a moment, standing and looking at each other–a circle of stillness amidst a bustle of people swirling around us.

Sovannaro broke the stillness, signing, “He was almost finished with university. He was studying architecture.” He turned back to his tuk-tuk, straddled his motorcycle, made eye contact with his mirrors and pulled away with a slight nod.

I didn’t learn any more until I returned from Laos and saw Sovannaro again. Kiry Danh was a member of the first cohort of students at Krousar Thmey. Krousar Thmey established the first and only K-12 school for deaf children in Cambodia in 1997 and the members of the very first class of deaf children are just now arriving at the university level. Krousar Thmey has worked steadily from its earliest days in the late 1990s with the goal of sending deaf students to university. Today, 15 students from Krousar Thmey are now in university in Phnom Penh and Battambang, studying Architecture and Information Technology.

Kiry had completed four years and was close to graduating—one of the first deaf students in Cambodia to do so. According to Sovannaro, also a Krousar Thmey graduate, many deaf people in Cambodia are grieving and angry. Kiry was hope; he represented the future of deaf people in Cambodia.

Kiry was leading the way for the deaf people behind him but he died before he could receive his diploma. A shining beacon of possibilities for deaf people in Cambodia, extinguished by a traffic accident, which is all too common in Cambodia.

Research has shown that Cambodia suffers the highest motorcycle fatality rate in Southeast Asia, with an average of five people dying everyday, according to a report by the Cambodian Government and Handicap International. About 80 percent of accident casualties are in the “economically active” portion of the population and the peak age group is 20-29 years old, catastrophic for the future of Cambodia as a whole, but especially the most vulnerable.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Begin of Drgunzet's comment.

I was born with a beautiful light-skin into a labor area with a lot of dark-skin Asian. For my entire childhood, I had a lot troubles with the dark-skinned kids.

It would be common sense to think the light-skinned Cambodians are facing the same problem I had when I was a -child. If these smart light-skinned Cambodian cannot figure out a way to survive and prevail, Cambodia will not have a chance.

See for yourself, Kiry Danh is a light-skinned. If a dark-skinned Khmer guy wants a same girl he was after, he will be killed one way or another.

-Drgunzet-

Anonymous said...


Dear all,

You know Drgunzet’s objective here.
If you want to talk sense with him, you are better off talking to a dog.


Anonymous said...

Begin of Drgunzet's comment.

Check it out:
http://www.worldlifeexpectancy.com/

The chance of a Cambodian to be murdered in Cambodia is 50 times higher than a Japanese being murdered in Japan.

50 times!

Have you read the news this week, a mother and child were axed to death by the break-in robber.

Some Khmer complained that Vietnamese breed like rabbits overwhelming the Khmer. But I point out the facts:

Vietnamese fertility rate is 1.8 children per woman, while Cambodian fertility rate is 3.1. The Cambodian problem of low population is due to high death rate, not low fertility.

-Drgunzet-

Anonymous said...

Begin of Drgunzet's comment.

You can do a google-image search for traffic in Cambodia and Vietnam. See for yourself, the Vietnamese mostly wear helmets for both riders and drivers. Cambodians wear very few helmets.

You would think the Khmer bone-heads would not need to wear helmets for safety. lol.... Apparently it's not the case. Cambodia has horribly high traffic death rate in the world.

-Drgunzet-