12.24.08
Third Time’s a Charm…
So, on Christmas Eve I was driving up north on Monivong in Phnom Penh on my way to purchase some things for the grand escape on Christmas Day. As I neared the O’Russei Market I was, once again, pulled over by a detachment of Cambodian police. This time I had done nothing wrong, though the officer in question was hopeful checking to see if my lights were on (not sorry to disappoint) and if my tags were in order before moving on to the driver’s license… I’m proud to report that I did not shake this time around and was overall more annoyed than unnerved. He then explained to me that my driver’s license was a type-B which means that I can legally drive cars in Cambodia, which is true, but that I cannot legally drive motorbikes of 110cc or lower in Cambodia, which is not true. I was then fined 5,000 riel, the maximum legal amount, which I paid and then was on my way after chatting a bit with the Police.
There’s no question that the Cambodian Police are corrupt but going on a rant to them about their corruption isn’t going to counter their corruption and probably would only aggravate the situation. Many foreigners, even some MCCers, have ranted at the Cambodian Police when confronted with corruption and, perhaps, it has been an emotional vent for them but it hasn’t changed the situation. Until the Police are paid a living wage and held to accountability there will be rampant corruption among them. So, after several discussions with Khmer and other expatires about my first incident, I’ve decided not to take the firebrand approach I admire so much and instead take my normal humanizing approach. Though, I have decided that I’ll never again pay more than the legal amount for a fine. Hon Dara, our translator, and Sam Ang, my language teacher, also both suggested an alternative option but I’ll get to that later…
Cambodian Police were stationed all over northern Phnom Penh and seemed to be targeting Westerners in particular. There was no hostility in that act and it made rational sense to target people with money from outside the culture but I still found it enlightening to be the target of racial profiling by the Police. It was strange and frightening really, even in Cambodia, to see the “guardians of order” as a threat, even if not a dangerous one. I ended up darting down side streets to avoid corners with Police and taking out of the way routes, once making an impromptu U-turn to avoid them.
After I finished my business at my destination, Thai Hout, I then headed West along Russian Boulevard and made a stop at the Family Bookstore, the only Christian Bookstore I know of in Cambodia.
Finishing up at the bookstore, I was late for lunch at MCC, and so quickly headed south towards the office, passing by the Olympic Market. That was when I had my third encounter with the Phnom Penh Police. This time I put the advice of Sam Ang and Hon Dara to use and just ignored the officer trying to wave me over…and the whistle sounding behind me after I had passed. Then it was over, that was it just a few whistle blows, by far the best resolution of my three encounters.