Were Somprat Buajoom still alive, he would have
jumped with joy upon seeing the Pak Moon Dam. A vociferous protester, the
young fisherman was always at the forefront in running campaigns against it,
calling on the government to return him and thousands of other Isan
villagers their age-old source of livelihood-to let the Moon River run
freely and not bridled by the lifeless slabs of concrete called the Pak Moon
Dam.
But on June 14, the day the dam's eight gates were lifted,
allowing fish to return to the river, was also the day Somprat's friends
learned of his death.
The 28-year-old thus could not witness how his village
peers rushed to shake the dust from their fishing gear and relaunch long
stranded boats. Nor could he hear the sound of the Moon River gurgling
merrily, lapping against mossy rapids.
Were Somprat still around, he would instantly join a
parade to pay respect to the Moon River. How the young man would dance to
the tune of northeastern music, rejoicing in the twinkle of hope shining on
every face!
"It is another pain we have to bear," Mayuree
On-gata said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Some reckoned he died of
overexposure to chemicals used in shrimp farms where he worked in the South.
But Chief Moo (Somprat's nickname) was not the only one who wouldn't be
coming back. There are those who grew up during the dam's construction who
didn't learn any fishing skills from their elders, and headed to the city to
find work instead.
"And others who did manage to return, have long sold
their fishing gear and boats and are heavily in debt. But we try to help
each other as much as we can, lending boats, money to buy the tools and food
to get by.
"We just have to start from scratch again. Our lives
have long been plagued by this thing called development. In fact, we are not
asking for money but just the right to live along the river side, the
forest, and not to have this blasted dam in the way."
Mayuree fears that the battle of the Pak Moon villagers
has merely entered a new phase. The historic opening of the dam's sluice
gates, in compliance with a resolution by the Thaksin Shinawatra cabinet on
April 15, was only for a period of four months. The temporal grace was to
enable a team of researchers, primarily from Ubon Ratchathani University, to
conduct another evaluation of the project's viability.
This small victory was achieved only with much agitation.
Almost two months hadlapsed since the resolution before the Electricity
Generating Authority of Thailand (Egat) carried out the implementation. The
state enterprise repeatedly gave various reasons for the delay, from the
potential impact on the national power supply to a counter-protest by dam
supporters.
Subsequent visits by the prime minister and the minister
in charge of energy affairs only stirred up a modest response.
On June 2, Egat declared with much fanfare that the gates
would be opened. Villagers who live next to the dam said, however, that the
opening was only partial as the steel doors were barely above the surface.
Finally, after another round of tussles and long waits,
the Pak Moon Dam was temporarily de-commissioned, so to speak. Depending on
the outcome of the study by the Ubon Ratchathani University researchers, and
commitments by the powers-that-be, June 14, 2001 could go down in history as
heralding a new post-dam era of Thailand-or conversely, a reinforcement of
the bitter status quo.
In an ironic twist, Egat in collaboration with the
National Economic and Social Development Board-both were the project's key
proponents-are in the process of hiring another team of researchers to look
at the Pak Moon Dam.
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Long abandoned fishing gear, and people's
smiles, are starting to return to the Moon River. But will the next
generation of Pak Moon villagers be able to learn these skills from
their elders and carry on the tradition? |
Amnart Chotechuang, Egat's public relations officer, said
part of the agenda is to investigate how to make the controversial fish
ladder work better. He maintained that the latest move was in accordance
with another cabinet resolution issued last year by the previous Chuan
Leekpai regime.
Ingenious ideas to improve the fish ladder still pending,
for now the steep structure is being shunned by both the fish and the
people. Since the gates were lifted, the two-million-baht fish ladder has
become no more than a forlorn witness to the joyful reunion between
fishermen and their sacred mother, the Moon River.
After more than a decade of protest, 55-year-old
Chucheep Krongkaew suddenly feels young again. The veteran fisherman
couldn't wait to get his nets and traps out to catch fish again. His
connection to the river is clear when he talks of the different species of
fish he knows, not only by sight but by particular and subtle sounds.
Although it is still two months before the high season (of
fish migration) arrives, another villager, Lamduan Serathong said up to 50
species of fish have already been spotted and caught.
"When the water turns reddish in August, we will see
far more fish swimming from the Mekong to spawn their eggs here," the
49-year-old mother of two said. "The colour of the river reflects the
amount of food for the fish. But even now, we can get pla kod, pla yorn, and
ee-tu in the market. And to think that I haven't been able to use my
favourite mong (fishing gear), for eight whole years!"
Another feature returning to the Pak Moon communities was
the fragrance of cooked fish. At a celebration held two days after the dam's
gates were lifted, the villagers held a communal potluck party.
There, a variety of dishes, from fish fried with garlic to
an Isan version of fish salad with different spices, were served, wafting up
mouth watering aromas. The little ones, in particular, had a great time
nibbling on tasty fish meat, served with soft, warm sticky rice and fresh
bamboo shoots.
Mayuree recalled the dismal times when her husband
couldn't catch any fish and she had to use credit for stale mackerel from a
neighbourhood shop.
"The mackerel was evidently old and smelly, but I had
no choice. Worse, I had no money, either. Every time the shopkeeper yelled
at me to pay back the debt, I just had to keep quiet and swallow my pride
for the sake of my child."
Imagine how Mayuree regained her confidence when during
the celebration last week, she brought a few big fish to share with other
villagers. Indeed, the cheerful exchanges among the northeastern peasants
were reminiscent of the once busy fish markets along both banks of the Moon.
Here, elderly men chatted to one another as they wove
strands of bamboo and turned them into fishing traps and baskets. There,
young and middle-aged women weighed the catch, jotted down the statistics,
and arranged the fish for public display, or took them to the communal
kitchen.
At least on the day, the atmosphere was charged with joy
and excitement. Thememories of walking hundreds of kilometres under the
scorching sun to submit their petitions to government officers (eight
regimes altogether) were distant for a while.
So were the scenes of villagers being beaten to the ground
by police batons, bitten by the mob squad's dogs, or shoved into holding
cells.
Now is the time, however short it may be, of celebration,
of rekindling hope, and of looking forward to a brighter future.