A Survivor’s Story

TRAGIC PAST: Kilong Ung is overcome by grief while speaking about his late mother. IMAGE: Ben Mollica

Kilong Ung watched his parents die in Cambodia. Now he hopes for justice.

BY JAMES PITKIN

jpitkin at wweek dot com

[February 25th, 2009]

As trials begin in Cambodia for five former government officials accused of aiding the Khmer Rouge regime, one survivor will be watching from his adopted home 7,000 miles away in North Portland.

Kilong Ung, who lost his parents and nearly starved to death in Cambodia’s killing fields, says the United Nations tribunal that began Feb. 4 will help heal wounds still crippling his Southeast Asian homeland.

But they won’t end the insomnia, depression, nightmares and paranoia that still haunt him 30 years after surviving the genocide that killed an estimated 2 million Cambodians.

“A crime like that needs to be accounted for,” says Ung, a software engineer who lives with his wife and two children in New Columbia Villa. “Justice is very important so we can prevent the future crime. It’s not about revenge—it’s about the future.”

Ung is unsure of his true age but believes he’s probably 48, which would have made him 15 when the Khmer Rouge took power in 1975. He was then living in the city of Battambang in Northwest Cambodia with his parents and seven sisters. When the Khmer Rouge swept into town, they forced his family into camps where they worked 13 hours a day.

Daily rations were two tiny bowls of rice porridge, plus whatever wildlife they could catch. His mother grew weak, but she refused to eat the rats he caught.

“To some people, they would rather die than go that route. My mother was one of those,” Ung says. “Eating rats—if you get to that point, you’re pretty much dead anyway. You’re no longer human.”

In addition to his mother and father, Ung lost his youngest sister and seven other relatives to starvation and disease. When the Vietnamese drove the Khmer Rouge from power in 1979, he fled to Thailand with his older sister, Sivheng, and her boyfriend, Van Mealy Touch.