An eerie feeling washed over me as I began the audio-guided tour of Choeung Ek, known by most of the world simply as The Killing Fields. There I stood, among teeth and bone fragments, tattered and faded pieces of clothing poking up out of the dirt, listening to the sound of children singing in the distance. I stared down at what looked to be part of a jaw bone and felt the weight of a reality I could not begin to comprehend. One can spend their whole life reading and researching about genocide, but the idea that humans are capable of such hatred and violence remains beyond comprehension.<a href=””>Read more…</a>

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