A reminder that people like Noam Chomsky and other liberals denied the genocide committed by Pol Pot.
Also it took Vietnamese communists to remove Pol Pot for some odd reason.
I am confused what did the French teach Pol Pot in their universities that made him go, time to kill every middle and upper class person.
On the heights of thought sits Pol Pot, the pure figure of total revolution
Forty-six years ago, the most audacious emancipation venture in Asian history was launched in Cambodia. It began with the never-to-be-repeated glory of the evacuation from Phnom Penh, the Cambodian capital, of the two million or so inhabitants who had gathered there under Yankee protection.
The Khmer Rouge are generally presented to the masses as radical communists suffering from madness. A quick browse through French-speaking leftist forums and publications will quickly show that the Khmer Rouge experiment, though nominally Marxist, is violently denounced by the French communist left. In particular by the fiendish mouths of Trotskyism. One finds there the typically democratic petty-bourgeois jargon to denounce a process which, in reality, was much more complex - and embarrassing - than what these chatterboxes want to say.
The Khmer Rouge shadow very quickly underlined all the hypocrisy of this revolutionary left, frightened at the sight of the slightest drop of blood.
The excuse regularly used by these people to justify their own pusillanimity is the racist exaltation inspired by Pol Pot to the Khmer peasants alongside his revolutionary fighters who emerged from the jungle where, for years, they had to survive the American bombings and the hunt of the satrap Lon Nol.
Pol Pot, a simple man, had the impassive and gentle face of the ancient Buddhas discovered by the French in the heart of the Cambodian jungle in the 19th century. But this good and simple nature (Pol Pot was the son of peasants) knew how to turn into a torrent of fanaticism against anyone who tried to crush the great project of regeneration of the Khmer race that he was pursuing.
Pol Pot, a calm and soothing figure, is basically the avatar of the rice buffalo on whose back children perch. Powerful and master of time.
Pol Pot was also a poet.
A poet who made prose by shaping his people from obsequious, ignorant slaves into freedom-loving beasts.
This is not a task for merchants.
The verbose arrogance of those who do nothing towards those who do will always arouse in me a feeling of repugnance. That a progressive western bourgeois should dare to judge the revolutionary peasant soldier surviving in the jungle under American bombs, eating locusts and rice balls in the hope of liberating his country from corruption, is nauseating. But how much nausea will this vile bourgeoisie spare us?
What do these people know about the revolutionary action of a third world country, deprived of everything, in the face of the giants who hold it under their boot?
It is not enough to ask for freedom to obtain it and become master of one's own home.
These black-clad Khmer peasants had experienced deprivation and injustice and dreamed of a new order where the enemies of the Khmer race, both internal and external, would be exterminated without mercy. This was essential for the future growth of the Khmer people, who were both harsh and benevolent by nature. For the Khmer has two faces, the peaceful one of the peasant and the terrible one of the warrior.
What the Khmer Rouge wanted to recreate was a community of the people, an intense solidarity entirely focused on the defence of the Khmer race. In short, to restore the greatness of the people who built Angkor. A people in arms whose revolutionary vanguard was ready to make any sacrifice to ensure the nation's total independence from foreign predation and the treachery of the rotten bourgeois elements within.
It is here that Pol Pot's great work must be studied to its full extent
The evacuation of Phnom Penh is at the top of the list of the Great Leader's achievements.
Overnight, the entire bourgeoisie that had been fattening and degenerating in its urban juices, drowning in American dollars, was thrown into the columns to experience peasant life as well. Journalists, politicians, writers, all suddenly torn from their pedestals.
A ruthless re-education through labour where traitors and spies would be eliminated.
Wouldn't you also like to empty Paris of its millions of inhabitants in order to detoxify your country of the pus accumulated in this capital? What would be your attitude if you too found yourselves hoisted onto trucks and tanks in the streets of Paris in order to take the lowly bobo humanity swarming there out of every flat and drive it into a labour camp?
This is what the Dearest Pol Pot did.
The jealous can only gossip about it. Pol Pot did. Taking the arrogant, putrid bobos of his time out of their golden palaces and making them sweat to death for the benefit of the people and the revolution, that's what I call daring.
Walls of skulls erected at the cost of the death of innocents is an ignominy.
Walls of skulls of traitors and enemies are, on the contrary, the manifestation of the purest empathy towards one's people.
If these skulls were those of people who voted for Raphaël Glucksmann (editor's note: a French socialist kike), my heart would remain frozen. Yours too.
What better proof of affection for his people than this achievement in a few days?
The total thinker of the destruction of the enemies of the people
We need to familiarise ourselves with this notion of purging. When we study the efficiency of the Khmer Rouge in relation to their limited material means, we realise that it is the will that is the driving force of human history.
I would not like to omit, when quoting the Khmer Rouge, Brother n°2, Nuon Chea. A pure among the pure, a tough among the tough, the ideological sword of the Cambodian revolution, the heroic thinker of the extermination of traitors, parasites and spies.
Nuon Chea is a bit like the grandfather I would have liked to have.
The one who would have told me how, in order to save the country, he would have had such and such a dog in the pay of foreign imperialism executed.
Next to these giants, we are forced to be modest.
These giants are also our beacon of hope in this Judeo-democratic night that grips us. Their example reminds us that anything is possible, no matter what the obstacles.
Loosely translated from Democratie Participative.
