First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers

by Ung, Loung

• ISBN13: 9780060856267
• ISBN10: 0060856262
• eBook ISBN(s): 9780062036544
• Additional ISBN(s): 9780060931384
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2010-07-12
• Publisher: INGRAM

About This Book

First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers

ISBN: 9780060856267

About the Book

"First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers" is a heart-wrenching and often difficult historical autobiography written by Loung Ung. This book recounts the brutality of war with vivid detail, offering an unforgettable account of a family shaken and shattered by the Cambodian genocide under the regime of Pol Pot.

Who Uses It?

Primarily, this book is used by students and educators in courses that focus on historical events, genocide studies, and Asian studies. It's also a valuable resource for anyone interested in understanding the impact of political oppression and war crimes, including professionals looking to expand their knowledge of historical narratives.

History and Editions

Published in 2006, "First They Killed My Father" has been a significant addition to the field of historical memoirs. The book is a riveting narrative of war crimes and desperate actions, highlighting the unnerving strength of a small girl and her family as they face unimaginable brutality. This edition remains a powerful account of survival and resilience.

Author and Other Works

Loung Ung is the author of "First They Killed My Father." Born in Cambodia, Ung lived a privileged life until the age of five, when Pol Pot's Khmer Rouge army stormed into Phnom Penh. Her story is one of survival and hope, as she recounts her experiences as a child soldier and laborer in work camps. Ung's powerful narrative has been widely acclaimed for its emotional depth and historical significance.

Key Features

• Historical Autobiography: The book offers a firsthand account of the Cambodian genocide, providing a unique perspective on one of the most tragic events of the 20th century.
• Personal Narrative: Ung's story is both harrowing and hopeful, detailing the impact of war on individuals and families.
• Educational Value: This book is an important educational resource for understanding the complexities of war and its effects on civilians.

Detailed Information

ISBNs and Formats

• Hardcover: ISBN-13: 9780060856267
• eTextbook: ISBN-13: 9780062036544 (The ebook for "First They Killed My Father" is available right here on eCampus.com!)
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Publication Details

• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
• Publication Date: April 4, 2006
• Number of Pages: (Not specified)
• Language: English

Other Editions and Formats

• Digital Editions: 9780062036544, 9780062036551

Related ISBNs:

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Author Biography

Loung Ung is a national spokesperson for the Campaign for a Landmine Free World, a program of the Vietnam Veterans of America Foundation

Table of Contents

Author's Note	xi
Phnom Penh
April 1975	1	(6)
The Ung Family
April 1975	7	(10)
Takeover
April 17, 1975	17	(6)
Evacuation
April 1975	23	(5)
Seven-Day Walk
April 1975	28	(10)
Krang Truop
April 1975	38	(6)
Waiting Station
July 1975	44	(6)
Anglungthmor
July 1975	50	(6)
Ro Leap
November 1975	56	(13)
Labor Camps
January 1976	69	(10)
New Year's
April 1976	79	(14)
Keay August
1976	93	(8)
Pa December
1976	101	(12)
Ma's Little Monkey
April 1977	113	(7)
Leaving Home
May 1977	120	(9)
Child Soldiers
August 1977	129	(15)
Gold for Chicken
November 1977	144	(7)
The Last Gathering
May 1978	151	(7)
The Walls Crumble
November 1978	158	(7)
The Teen Invasion
January 1979	165	(10)
The First Foster Family
January 1979	175	(9)
Flying Bullets
February 1979	184	(11)
Khmer Rouge Attack
February 1979	195	(8)
The Execution
March 1979	203	(6)
Back to Bat Deng
April 1979	209	(9)
From Cambodia to Vietnam
October 1979	218	(10)
Lam Sing Refugee Camp
February 1980	228	(7)
Epilogue	235	(4)
Acknowledgments	239	(2)
Resources	241

Excerpts

First They Killed My Father
A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers

Chapter One

phnom penh

April 1975

Phnom Penh city wakes early to take advantage of the cool morning breeze before the sun breaks through the haze and invades the country with sweltering heat. Already at 6 A.M. people in Phnom Penh are rushing and bumping into each other on dusty, narrow side streets. Waiters and waitresses in black-and-white uniforms swing open shop doors as the aroma of noodle soup greets waiting customers. Street vendors push food carts piled with steamed dumplings, smoked beef teriyaki sticks, and roasted peanuts along the sidewalks and begin to set up for another day of business. Children in colorful T-shirts and shorts kick soccer balls on sidewalks with their bare feet, ignoring the grunts and screams of the food cart owners. The wide boulevards sing with the buzz of motorcycle engines, squeaky bicycles, and, for those wealthy enough to afford them, small cars. By midday, as temperatures climb to over a hundred degrees, the streets grow quiet again. People rush home to seek relief from the heat, have lunch, take cold showers, and nap before returning to work at 2 P.M.

My family lives on a third-floor apartment in the middle of Phnom Penh, so I am used to the traffic and the noise. We don't have traffic lights on our streets; instead, policemen stand on raised metal boxes, in the middle of the intersections directing traffic. Yet the city always seems to be one big traffic jam. My favorite way to get around with Ma is the cyclo because the driver can maneuver it in the heaviest traffic. A cyclo resembles a big wheelchair attached to the front of a bicycle. You just take a seat and pay the driver to wheel you around wherever you want to go. Even though we own two cars and a truck, when Ma takes me to the market we often go in a cyclo because we get to our destination faster. Sitting on her lap I bounce and laugh as the driver pedals through the congested city streets.

This morning, I am stuck at a noodle shop a block from our apartment in this big chair. I'd much rather be playing hopscotch with my friends. Big chairs always make me want to jump on them. I hate the way my feet just hang in the air and dangle. Today, Ma has already warned me twice not to climb and stand on the chair. I settle for simply swinging my legs back and forth beneath the table.

Ma and Pa enjoy taking us to a noodle shop in the morning before Pa goes off to work. As usual, the place is filled with people having breakfast. The clang and clatter of spoons against the bottom of bowls, the slurping of hot tea and soup, the smell of garlic, cilantro, ginger, and beef broth in the air make my stomach rumble with hunger. Across from us, a man uses chopsticks to shovel noodles into his mouth. Next to him, a girl dips a piece of chicken into a small saucer of hoisin sauce while her mother cleans her teeth with a toothpick. Noodle soup is a traditional breakfast for Cambodians and Chinese. We usually have this, or for a special treat, French bread with iced coffee.

"Sit still," Ma says as she reaches down to stop my leg midswing, but I end up kicking her hand. Ma gives me a stern look and a swift slap on my leg.

"Don't you ever sit still? You are five years old. You are the most troublesome child. Why can't you be like your sisters? How Will you ever grow up to be a proper young lady?" Ma sighs. Of course I have heard all this before.

It must be hard for her to have a daughter who does not act like a girl, to be so beautiful and have a daughter like me. Among her women friends, Ma is admired for her height, slender build, and porcelain white skin. I often overhear them talking about her beautiful face when they think she cannot hear. Because I'm a child, they feel free to say whatever they want in front of me, believing I cannot understand. So while they're ignoring me, they comment on her perfectly arched eyebrows; almond-shaped eyes; tall, straight Western nose; and oval face. At 5'6", Ma is an amazon among Cambodian women. Ma says she's so tall because she's all Chinese. She says that some day my Chinese side will also make me tall. I hope so, because now when I stand I'm only as tall as Ma's hips.

"Princess Monineath of Cambodia, now she is famous for being proper," Ma continues. "It is said that she walks so quietly that no one ever hears her approaching. She smiles without ever showing her teeth. She talks to men without looking directly in their eyes. What a gracious lady she is." Ma looks at me and shakes her head.

"Hmm..." is my reply, taking a loud swig of Coca-Cola from the small bottle.

Ma says I stomp around like a cow dying of thirst. She's tried many times to teach me the proper way for a young lady to walk. First, you connect your heel to the ground, then roll the ball of your feet on the earth while your toes curl up painfully. Finally you end up with your toes gently pushing you off the ground. All this is supposed to be done gracefully, naturally, and quietly. It all sounds too complicated and painful to me. Besides, I am happy stomping around.

"The kind of trouble she gets into, while just the other day she" Ma continues to Pa. but is interrupted when our waitress arrives with our soup.

"Phnom Penh special noodles with chicken for you and a glass of hot water," says the waitress as she puts the steaming bowl of translucent potato noodles swimming in clear broth before Ma.

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