(My Comment: The Phnom Penh Post was one of the finest, most courageous newspapers anywhere in the world in the last decades. And it was the brainchild and unspeakably hard and complicated and tenacious devotion and vision of Michael Hayes that is resposible for the immeasuable contribution it made as the first and only independent newspaper in Indochina since 1975. With the heroic and talented efforts of his then partner Kathleeen. I was and remain proud to have been associated with such an honourable and distinguished beacon of press freedom. The list of people who agree with me is reflected below.)
Ten Years After
The Phnom Penh Post
By Michael hayes
(Publisher, Editor-in-Chief, Founder)
Friday, 19 July 2002 14:00
The last ten years feels like an eternity.
Little did I know way back in October, 1991, when I sat in the then-Samaki Hotel's ramshackle restaurant and asked if they had any newspapers-only to be told 'aaaht eeh, aht minh kaset dteee'-that I would be sitting in Phnom Penh in July, 2002 trying to distill what it means to have published 263 issues of a newspaper called the Phnom Penh Post.
One thing I can say without hesitation after a decade in this media whirlwind: each issue was a labor of love and, at the same time, a pain in the you-know-what.
The years seem to have gone by in a blur; at the very least I now need eyeglasses-two pairs in fact, one to read this text at a 20 point font size and another to try and make out faces across the street.
Old hands from the UNTAC days occasionally come through town. I now have a legitimate excuse for why I can't recognize them. Why I can't remember people's names is another issue altogether.
The idea for the paper was simple. The UN was coming to town with thousands of people and bucket-loads of money that they would splash like water on a parched rice field. I needed a job, so why not create my own. And journalism seemed like an appealing new career twist-all the hacks I'd met during my two years in Bangkok were filled with energy and had great tales to spin. There was nothing in English to read in Cambodia so why not give it a go.
When then-Prince Norodom Sihanouk, as President of the Supreme National Council, gave me the green light in January, 1992 to start a paper, I thought to myself "Oh my God, what the %#&* do I do now?"
The idea drew interest like the streetlights near the riverfront attract bugs at night.
Kathleen (Hayes) O'Keefe was keen from the get go. Nate Thayer, my first new friend in town, and Sara Colm, our first employee, said they would help out. It snowballed from there.
The list of people who chipped in to make the Post whatever it is reads like a Who's Who from recent Cambodian history. I went through each and every back issue from Day 1 to collect the names of full-time staff, photographers, freelancers, contributors and the like. The 467 individuals culled from a decade of Posts are cited with honor and gratitude on page 10 of this supplement and I would salute them one-by-one if there were space.
If I had the kernel of an idea, all these folks helped fill in the blanks. Many of them contributed time, energy, ideas, photos and copy for free-just for the thrill of being involved in what was perceived as a good thing, a Mom and Pop newspaper run on a shoe-string budget in a troubled land with a shoot-from-the-hip management style that succeeded in spite of itself.
I'd list advertisers too if we had the space because without them the paper would have died an early death. But their numbers run nearer to 1,000. For all you folks out there who have had the pleasure of dealing with our legions of Advertising Managers, please know that we are indebted to you for your confidence and support.
In the early years the Post flew like the wind, burning the candle at both ends while digging up stories that kept readers glued to the page.
It's almost impossible to imagine now-and thinking about it makes me weary-but for the first 130 issues deadline day was a 24-hour grueling ordeal. We'd start at 8am Tuesday morning and burn on through the day-cranking out copy, editing and whatnot-on into the night and then until sunrise. At which point either Kathleen or I would drag ourselves onto a plane and head for the printer in Bangkok, only to show up bleary-eyed, suffering caffeine overload with nerves rattled to the bone. With the paper proofed and printed, we'd hump 20 boxes of Posts back to Don Muang, trundle them through the X-ray machine and load them on a flight to Phnom Penh as extra luggage, arriving back home near-certifiably brain dead.
July 1997 forced us to sort out a printer in Phnom Penh and, fortunately, a bit more reason has been introduced into our publishing schedule. My staff now have the luxury of seeing me start to grumble if we can't get the paper done by 6:30pm Thursday night.
Putting some of the in-house horror stories aside, the more important question-What does it all mean?-still looms large. One would think that after a decade, and having been asked this question during at least 100 interviews from colleagues in the press, I'd have a stock reply.
I don't.
I know the textbook theory stuff: press digs around, serves as watchdog, writes about problems, informs readers, wheels turn, debate is fostered, government or civil society responds, the world progresses.
Simple, right?
Wrong!
Nothing, it seems, is or will ever be that simple in Cambodia.
Has the Post made a difference in the last ten years? Very hard to say.
Because of the Post, have things changed for the better? Almost impossible to quantify, at least from my perspective, but things have gotten better, perhaps in spite of the Post.
There are a few things I know for sure from running a paper for so long. You can never satisfy all readers all the time, and you can never please the government unless you're willing to produce a paper along the lines of the (R.I.P) Cambodia Times.
Another thing I know for sure is that in running a paper like the Post you are bound to make enemies in all quarters. I was definitely naïve on this score at the onset. Little did I know that I would be accused of all kinds of erroneous suppositions, from trying "to destroy the Kingdom," being "pro Khmer Rouge," "anti-Funcinpec," "a US government stooge," "anti-CPP," to "creating political instability."
The list goes on and on, the people who refuse to talk to me is extensive, and the number of times someone at an official reception has discreetly turned away to avoid being seen chatting to me are countless.
People are afraid of this newspaper, which still to this day surprises me, and I don't believe that fear is a function of the Post's particular brand of journalism. I dare to say that the Post has tried to maintain the highest reporting standards, that we try to be balanced, to get it right, and to stick to the facts. Call it human nature if you want, but the Kingdom is not alone as a place where many people have secrets they prefer to keep hidden from the prying eyes of journalists. I doubt this will ever change which means that our job will never be an easy one.
And the bottom line, at the end of the day, is that I have always been willing to run rebuttals and responsible comment pieces from anyone who feels he or she has an ax to grind with what the paper publishes. I keep hoping that more critiques from readers will show up at our door. They are always welcome (and not only for the reason that they help us fill the paper for free).
On the brighter side, I can say that many in government have moved-off the record-from being antagonistic to the Post to a position of tolerance, if not grudging admiration. I've been told by civil servants from all factions on numerous occasions that the Post is viewed as a reliable source of information in an environment where accurate news and analysis is often hard to come by, especially that concerning the activities of the government itself.
In a more personal vein, I've seen many eager but untrained Khmers pass through the doors of the Post and, with some hands-on experience under their belts, move on to a variety of other challenging (and better paid!) career opportunities. And no one should forget how steep the uphill battle has been and will continue to be in the Human Resource Department given the wreckage of the KR years and their aftermath.
I remember fondly one particular incident back in 1992. I was proofing a story by one of my Khmer reporters and the quotes looked-how shall I put it-unbelievable. I asked my guy, "Did this man really say this?" "Well, no," came the innocent reply, "I just made them up." With a smile I politely explained that rule number one in journalism is that you can't make up quotes. He got the point-quickly.
Over the years it seems that the most common complement offered to the Post is that it stands as a record of current Cambodian history. The first cut, so to speak, of recent events.
Prime Minister Hun Sen was spot on the mark when he replied to a Post request for a comment on the 25th anniversary of the KR takeover of Phnom Penh. "History is history and cannot be changed," the Prime Minister wrote.
The only history the Post was determined to make was being the first independent paper in any language on the streets of Phnom Penh since the fall of the KR, and that was a function of a small spat with the cheeky competition which followed three days later.
As for the rest, our challenge remains to report what others do and say and do our utmost to get it right. The people of this Kingdom deserve nothing less.
The Phnom Penh Post
The Honor roll
Friday, 19 July 2002
Among a distinguished list of staff and editorial contributors to the Post, it is impossible to effectively single out the deserving. Chap Narith and Kim Sophean, the first to be hired, continue to contribute in expertise and commitment after ten years. Journalist Mang Channo and photographer Stefan Ellis left us far too early after dedicating the best of their careers to covering compelling Cambodian issues.
HM King Norodom Sihanouk ° Nate Thayer ° Sara Colm ° Chap Narith ° Ellen Lichtig ° Kim Sophean ° Tom McCarthy ° Anne Moran ° Mao Vanna ° Peter Hüttenmoser ° Tanya Lieberman ° James Pringle ° Lance Woodruff ° Andy Maxwell ° Tom Conroy ° Mang Channo ° Moeun Chhean Nariddh ° Men Samath ° Ben Davies ° Peter Eng ° Denis D. Gray ° Doug Niven ° Yur Karavuth ° Angela Gennino ° Martha Belcher ° Peter Frecklington ° Van Bun Thet ° Sheila McNulty ° Ken Stier ° Serge Corrieras ° Roberta Caraher ° Leo Dobbs ° James Fahn ° Dilip Ganguly ° Mang Kimleap ° Paul Recer ° Serge Thion ° David Portnoy ° Panjarat Hongsakul ° Sylvia Meek ° Michael McDonald ° Gary Knight ° Sek Puth ° Hsin Hwei ° Ker Munthit ° Nina Frankel ° Arnaud Le Brusque ° Robin Davies ° Terry McCarthy ° Andrew Lam ° Keith Erinberg ° Caroline Gluck ° M.P. Nunan ° Ben Kiernan ° David Ashley ° Joe Lerner ° Marid Hendrickson ° Kevin Barrington ° Judith Coburn ° Dawn Rooney ° Carol Clark ° Iain Guest ° A. Roulet ° Stefan Ellis ° Tom Petocz ° John Kreiger ° Brian Hansford ° Dith Pran ° Philippe Decaux ° Jean-Claude Pomonti ° Bob Klass ° Robert Reid ° Giovanni Diffidenti ° Sherri Prasso ° Patrick Hughes ° Harold Linde ° Rathavary Duong ° Craig Stefensen ° Chris Burslem ° Katrina Peach ° Martin Flitman ° Thierry Poncet ° Colin Gatenby ° Maureen Harris ° Hei Han Khiang ° John C. Brown ° HE Julio Jeldres ° Tim Page ° Dr. Lao Mong Hay ° Jon Ogden ° Dennis McNamara ° Thant Myint-U ° Jeff Widener ° Liz Bernstein ° Bob Maat ° Yeshua Moser ° Mikel Flamm ° Rosario Esposito ° Ian Baird ° Caoimhin O'Baroin ° Bill Burke ° Kao Kim Hourn ° Nori Said Mahdi ° Michael Sinclaire ° Beat Grunninger ° Sudhakaran ° Ed Fitzgerald ° Jamilla Paglioni ° Maeve Donelan ° Henri Locard ° Jason Fisher ° Andrea Hamilton ° Lya Badgley ° Raoul M. Jennar ° Michael Vickery ° Philip Blenkinsop ° Franck Nolot ° Julian Camp ° Carol Livingston ° Karen Emmons ° Ira Chaplain ° John Westhrop ° Kassie Neou ° Josefine Bergsten ° Richard Vogel ° Denise Heywood ° Alan Pearce ° Sarah Horner ° Chhang Song ° Richard McDonough ° Chap Ponnara ° Derek Francis ° Mark Crossland-Turgesen ° Ung Rotana ° Steve Heder ° Melissa Ward ° Stuart Washington ° Bronwyn Curran ° Hans Hagberg ° Paul Box ° Mark Dodd ° Robert Scott ° Frank McKinley Sokh ° Ou Neakry ° Tam Navabotr ° James Galloway ° Ian Osborn ° Liz Gilliland ° Anugraha Palan ° Saul Kaiserman ° Chourson Tiun ° Judith Kerr ° Iain Spooner ° Sam Sattana ° Francis Bot ° Ieng Mouly ° Maurizio Dioli ° Xavier D'Abzac ° Francis James ° Gary Way ° Boua Chantou ° Hann So ° Heng Sok Chheng ° Ros Sokhet ° Matthew Grainger ° Jason Barber ° Peng Jie ° Darren Whiteside ° David Chandler ° Sou Sophornnara ° Kevin Heffernan ° Craig Etcheson ° Kim Pisak ° Valerie Jourdan ° Milton Osborne ° Mark Eglin ° Imran Vittachi ° Christine Chaumeau ° Lindsay Murdoch ° Chris Fontaine ° Huw Watkin ° Hang Sopheap ° Brad Adams ° Chea Sotheacheath ° Peter Schier ° Robert Lang ° Marc Hoogsteyns ° Beat Richner ° Michelle-Ann Okolotowicz ° Sue Downie ° Fabien Dulphy ° Karen Hibbert ° Maja Wallengren ° Chunn Vireak ° Sheila Bruce ° Craig Fujii ° Sylvain Perrier ° Greg Davis ° Court Robinson ° Nic Dunlop ° Jane Buchanan ° Mathew Roberts ° Tom Fawthrop ° Sovannara Khem ° Tony Kevin ° Soizick Crochet ° Teppo Turkki ° Murat Karaali ° David Doran ° John Riley ° Hoo Siew-Sai ° Hong Sokheang ° Nick Lenaghan ° Michael Kennedy ° Basil Fernando ° Paulo Vescia ° Benjamin Quenelle ° Walter Bennett ° Anthony Ainsworth ° David McNally ° Tricia Fitzgerald ° Philippe Latour ° John McBeth ° Michael Popkin ° John Philipsborn ° Andrew Nette ° Brian Anderson ° Mu Sochua ° Kayte Deioma ° Bert Hoak ° Eleanor Mannikka ° Sally Virgoe ° Katya Robinson ° Um Sarin ° Eric Vohr ° Hassan Abu Kasem ° Claudia Rizzi ° Christine Leonard ° Annuska 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° Laura Ngo ° David Mead ° Penny Edwards ° Micholas Cecil ° Patrick De Noirmont ° Ratha Panh ° Stephanie Rousseau ° Chor Sukunthea ° Benoit Gysembergh ° Chan Vitharin ° Giorgio Fabretti ° Rita Leistner ° Martin Collacott ° Joel Charny ° Laura McGrew ° Kenichi Kaku ° David Roberts ° Chuon Malis ° Tim Watson ° Phyllis Lye ° Adam Feinstein ° Bruno Carette ° Rob Drent ° Rich Garella ° Helen Jarvis ° Alain Guillemot ° James Rapicault ° Fabienne Luco ° Reed Brody ° Peter Eyre ° Jacques-Henri Zamo ° Philippe Lopez ° Michael Karnavas ° John Bennet ° Ira Dassa ° Gregoire Rochigneaux ° Jim Puckett ° Dylan Hendrickson ° Ian Taylor ° Jerome Favre ° John Shapiro ° Kenneth So ° Bora Touch ° Dina Chan ° David Ayres ° Yin Soeum ° Tang Chhin Sothy ° Chhoy Pisei ° Maggie Huff-Rousselle ° John Ciorciari ° Philippe Bataillard ° Chea Chheang ° Dan Woodley ° Kek Galabru ° Tom Hricko ° Derek Tonkin ° David Venables ° Cedric San Cloes ° Chheang Dany ° Dana Langlois ° Christophe Loviny ° Robert Turnbull ° Martin Godfrey ° Roland Neveu ° Bill Herod ° David Lewis ° Mai Rasmussen ° Ralph Wetterhahn ° Philip Jones Griffiths ° Kem Sovannara ° Victoria Bornas ° Chhay Yiheang ° Francois Tainturier ° Sok Sam Oeun ° Vissot ° Joe Walston ° Philip Short ° Tom Winter ° Emily Polack ° Karen Ingram ° Christophe Howath ° Prum Vanna ° Geoff Coyne ° Peter Wray ° Sean Sutton ° Shiho Kohara ° Erin Moriarty ° Mary Kay Magistad ° Felix Payne ° Mark Lioi ° Goethe Gough ° Arnoult Seveau ° Py Rath ° Yew Kew ° Son Chhay ° Keo Omaliss ° Nou Gon ° Virak Mony ° Nathan Thornburgh ° Chea Kroch ° Nathan Dexter ° Malcolm Innes-Brown ° Elizabeth Moorthy ° Ngin Chanrith ° Chan Chhavirak ° Bertil Lintner ° Man Meas ° Man Mean ° Man Moon ° James Shelton ° Samreth Sopha ° Bou Saroeun ° Eric Pape ° Peter Sainsbury ° Anthony Galloway ° Pok Sokundara ° Kunnika Vann ° James Eckardt ° Paul Miles ° Emilia Casella ° Martin Wikfalk ° Karin Tang ° Rodney Tasker ° Heng Sopheap ° Kim Soy Piseth ° Allen Myers ° Sarah Stephens ° Phelim Kyne ° Aun Pheap ° Sok Kong ° John Trezise ° James Whittle ° Anette Marcher ° Chuon Phally ° Patrick Mercier ° Peter Huff-Rousselle ° Stephen O'Connell ° Carsten Stormer ° Leonid Goncharov ° Pascal Plamondon ° Vong Sokheng ° Vann Chan Simen ° Tarek Bazley ° Lucy Corry ° Jason Powell ° Bruce Hutchinson ° Bill Bainbridge ° Rajesh Kumar ° Alex McManus ° Botumroath Keo Lebun ° Lucas Vosch ° Sue Malesevic ° Robert Carmichael ° Rachel Scollay ° Sophie Wilson ° Aaron Goodman ° Julie Colom ° Lon Nara ° Patrick Falby ° Damian Kahya ° Sharapat Sarsenova ° Caroline Green
The First Year
Phnom Penh Post
Friday, 19 July 2002
By Sara Colm
It was January 1992. Two men were drinking and talking in their rattan chairs on the verandah of the Renakse Hotel, and invited me over. One of them, Nate, introduced the other to me by saying: "This is Michael. He's going to start the first English-language newspaper in Cambodia."
A few conversations later I found myself in the managing editor's chair of the Phnom Penh Post.
I had just moved to Cambodia to work as a stringer for the San Francisco Examiner after finishing the better part of a decade in San Francisco's Tenderloin district, where I had edited the neighborhood newspaper, the Tenderloin Times. The paper was published not only in English but in Khmer, Lao, and Vietnamese to serve the inner city's booming refugee population.
By abandoning the uncertainties of freelance journalism for the even more risky undertaking of helping to start up a newspaper in Cambodia, I joined a team of three: Michael, Kathleen, and Chap Narith. Despite the scarcity of staff persons on the masthead, there was plenty of support around town for the newspaper in the early days.
It seemed that just about everyone wanted to get something published in the first issue, with several of the local hacks competing for who was going to pen the gossip column, now institutionalized as The Gecko. Soon enough the Post was able to hire some reporters, with some of Cambodia's best journalists coming on board that first year, including Mang Channo, Moeun Chhean Nariddh, and Ker Munthit.
This was Cambodia before its first national elections, before the blossoming of an independent press, before a quarter-million refugees had been repatriated from Thai refugee camps. It was a place where you couldn't count on having electricity every day, even in Phnom Penh; where curfews were often imposed in the city at night, and where you took a chance of soldiers leveling their rifle or rocket launcher at you if didn't slow down for a checkpoint on the provincial highways.
International relief workers had only recently moved their offices from cramped quarters in the Monorom and Samaki (Le Royal) hotels to individual villas in Boeung Keng Kang. No one had mobile phones and getting through on a landline was difficult. The option was often a "human phone call": one visit to set up an appointment with a source and a second one to conduct the actual interview. Sending an international fax was problematic; email non-existent.
Putting out the first issue of the Post was very, very difficult. After Michael found an office for the Post, monks from Wat Botum were asked to come bless the newspaper and new offices. Shortly after the robed ones flicked holy water over all the new computer equipment one of us-I won't say who-mistakenly plugged the laser printer into the wrong voltage, destroying it.
A new printer-and stories-arrived just in time for us to publish the first edition in advance of our main competition, the Cambodia Times, making the Post Cambodia's first English-language paper to publish since 1975.
Setbacks that seemed huge at the time-brownouts and blackouts, equipment failures, bureaucratic obstacles in getting government approval to publish-were soon but dim memories as we slogged through rubber deadlines and all-night production binges.
Like many, I have a visceral memory of those first days and nights at the Post: the generator chanka-chanking away 23 hours a day, the noise ricocheting up the concrete stairway of the office to fill the entire building-and our crania-with sound; working during the peak of the hot season with the windows closed to keep the racket out and the smoke from several chain smokers in.
Newsgathering got only slightly easier after UNTAC arrived. Our press passes entitled us to ride the UN's Russian helicopters and C-130 transport planes for free, enabling day trips to Preah Vihear or Koh Nhek, but few of us traveled after dark if we could help it. Journalists gathered for press conferences by Khmer Rouge officials at the compound next to the Palace (now the site of Kantha Bopha hospital), or for UNTAC spokesperson Eric Fault's noon-time briefings, where UPI reporter Sue Downey pecked furiously away on her laptop as others dozed off their hangovers.
In the evenings the draw for journalists and UN workers was the No Problem Café or the Gecko Bar. This was Phnom Penh before the FCC and the Lucky Market; a time when the city's present-day restaurant district across the "Japanese Bridge" was a deserted muddy strip, accessible only by boat because the bridge was still shattered from a sapper raid during the war.
This was a time when the Post's offices housed not only computers, desks, and filing cabinets but also some of the paper's most important contributors and sources. Nate Thayer lived there, as did Michael, Kathleen, and Steve Heder. Foreign war correspondents from other eras often slung hammocks on the roof when they came to town, along with Montagnard leaders from North Carolina, who had come to meet FULRO fighters who had surrendered to the UN in Mondolkiri. Coming to work some mornings I'd see Khmer Rouge cadre squatting in the front yard of the office, waiting to talk to Nate.
While Cambodia-and the Phnom Penh Post-have both changed dramatically in the last decade, the reckless but gutsy vision that gave birth to the paper still remains. Let's hope that the Post remains among the vanguard of the country's press scene for another ten years.
Sara worked at the Post in 1992 as the paper's first managing editor. She is now a senior researcher for Human Rights Watch.
The Creation
The Phnom Penh Post
By Leo Dobbs
Friday, 19 July 2002
I've only been a salaried worker of the Post for two months back in 1992, but I've felt a part of the newspaper from its conception. Michael didn't really have a clue about the trade and so when he was putting his vision together he kindly asked me to become a special adviser to the Post alongside my illustrious colleagues, Nate Thayer and James Pringle.
I can only remember giving him one piece of advice-go weekly. Well, he ignored that pearl. But I'm honoured to be a special adviser and wear it like a badge of honour. I contributed pieces to the first couple of issues gratis. A few of us did, excited at the thought that we were a part of history-the birth of a free Cambodian press.
Then Michael and Kathleen decided they'd hire my expertise on a monthly basis for $500. It was money for old rope-I didn't even have to come into the office but wrote my stories at home and faxed them in. Michael soon realised that this was a rather costly exercise and ended the arrangement after a few weeks. But I've contributed a bit here and there over the years, including Reuters stories of mine that the Post used in the mid 1990s.
I was also a major source for the Gecko column for a while. One small item was picked up by the wires and became front-page news in Malaysia-welcome press for the Post.
I've even acted in a movie filmed at the Post-playing the part of a sympathetic journalist in a documentary drama about the problem of landmines. It's been fun. I'll be drinking a toast to Michael, Kathleen, the Post and her staff past and present.
Thanks for the memories.
Leo's classic article "City grapples with urban growth" appeared in Volume 1, Issue 1, page 1. He now works for the Far Eastern Economic Review in Hong Kong.
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