What Cambodia's Sacred Cows & Royal Oxen Foretell

[krsna]

 

Thursday, May. 31, 2007

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UNLUCKY UNGULATES: Cambodia's royal oxen ate poorly with the fate of the nation hanging in the balance

 

 

 

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This year, the cows had no good news for Cambodia's farmers. Each year before the planting season begins, all eyes in the capital of Phnom Penh turn to a pair of hungry royal oxen for guidance. Placed before the sacred beasts are seven golden trays bearing, respectively, rice, maize, sesame, beans, rice wine, water and grass. What the cows eat—and don't eat—during the ancient Royal Plowing Ceremony predicts the upcoming year's harvest. Munching on rice is good, a signal of a bountiful crop to come. Forgoing water for rice wine could presage a drought, along with a possible surge in public drunkenness. And so on.

 

This season, the oxen sniffed contemplatively at several of the trays. One then wandered away from the plentiful buffet. As the crowd held its collective breath, the other finally deigned to chew half the corn on offer before it, too, moseyed off. The verdict was grim: a drought, most likely, since no water was drunk, and a poor rice harvest to boot.

 

Cambodia's economy may have grown 10.4% last year, fueled by an influx of Chinese investment and strong clothing exports, but the country is still heavily dependent on agriculture—more than 80% of its 14 million citizens are farmers. Cambodia's population has doubled since 1975, and most of these extra mouths are in the countryside. In Phnom Penh, the tree-lined colonial avenues are being transformed by rapid construction that is uprooting fragrant frangipani trees in favor of glass-plated office buildings. The newfound wealth, though, hasn't extended much past city borders, and the disparity between rural residents and city folk is only growing. To make things worse, the poor are being victimized by widespread land grabs, in which plots tilled by generations of farmers are seized with little or no compensation by companies awarded government-sanctioned land concessions.

 

In the chaotic rule of the Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-79, most of Cambodia's land titles were destroyed, leaving few farmers with proof of property ownership. "These people had almost nothing, and what little they had is being taken away," says Mu Sochua, secretary general of the opposition Sam Rainsy Party.

The new economic reality made the results of the Royal Plowing Ceremony even more bitter for deeply superstitious farmers. A member of parliament watching the recalcitrant cows said he thought it was the most pathetic display of bovine appetite in more than a decade. (Making the sting more painful: royal cows at a similar ceremony in neighboring Thailand a few days later ate grass, corn and rice with gusto.)

 

Some Cambodians may be wondering whether an eighth tray should be added to the ceremony, this one holding a pool of oil. Around 2010, a cluster of offshore fields is expected to begin yielding significant amounts of oil and natural gas, radically changing the Cambodian economy. Optimistic estimates suggest that future oil revenue could dwarf the country's current GDP. But will any of this money trickle down to Cambodia's poor?

 

Economists aren't sure, warning of a Nigerian-style oil curse that could simply make a privileged few very rich and leave the vast majority of people penniless. Cambodia certainly suffers from rampant corruption. Furthermore, there has been little transparency in the awarding of exploration contracts to foreign oil companies. Longtime Cambodian Prime Minister Hun Sen has dismissed concerns that oil will be anything other than a huge boon for his country.

 

But for the poor farmers watching the oxen decline to feast at the Royal Plowing Ceremony, the promise of oil revenues must feel completely irrelevant to their hand-to-mouth lives. What will they do if a drought does indeed strike this year, and their rice shoots wilt in the tropical sun? If the sacred cows know the answer, they aren't talking.