The cuticles of my thumbs are bleeding. I’ve been gnawing at them since morning when we visited the high school in Phnom Penh that was turned into a prison for the men and women the Khmer Rouge considered enemies: teachers, artists, mechanics, shopkeepers. I left a room used for torturing “VIP’s” — mostly intellectuals — feeling ill and wiping away tears. Other rooms displayed glass protected photos taken of prisoners the day they arrived. An especially beautiful woman reminded me of Catherine Zeta-Jones. That’s her picture above. She might have been a movie star too had she lived.
When the Khmer Rouge collapsed in 1979 only seven of the 17,000 people processed through that prison known as S-21 had survived. Three of them are still alive. One happened to be there and agreed to talk with us. He said he was accused of being a spy for the CIA and was tortured three times a day to make him confess. He had no idea what the CIA was. He was spared the trip to the nearby killing field because he was a mechanic and knew how to repair the typewriters used for recording “confessions” and the sewing machines needed for making and repairing the clothes of officers and guards, many of whom are still alive and living, unpunished, in Cambodia.
The killers in the killing fields were teen-aged boys. They held babies and children by their ankles and swung them against tree trunks to bash in their heads. We wondered how they could have done such things. The answer is simple. Kill or be killed. They chose killing. Pol Pot, the leader of the Khmer Rouge who ordered the killing spent some time in his youth as a monk. What turned him into the unspeakable monster he became? Some say he had syphilis. Others, that something very bad happened to him in his youth.
Can we picture ourselves ever doing such things? Most can’t. And yet, the archetype of evil dwells in all of us. Given the right circumstances our shadows could overcome us and you and I could kill too. But we also contain the Self, the archetype of divinity. It cannot protect us from the Pol Pots of the world, but unveiling its Beauty can protect others from the Beast in us.