I am enjoying a calm Friday night at home. That has not happened in a REALLY long time. So, time to blog...
Last weekend we went to see the May 18th National Cemetery. First, some background on this situation. Gwangju was the site of a Democratic uprising in 1980. I'm stealing some of this from Wikipedia...
President Park Chung-hee, after ruling for 18 years, was assassinated on October 26, 1979. This abrupt ending of an authoritarian regime left Korean politics in a state of instability. New President Choi Kyu-hah and his Cabinet had little control over the growing power of ROK Army General Chun Doo-hwan, who took control of the government through the Coup d'état of December Twelfth.
So, fast forward to May 1980. May 17th, Martial Law was declared in Korea. The next morning, May 18th, a group of students and professors at Chonnam University began a pro-democracy demonstration. Government paratroopers were on hand in the city to quell such problems. However, their methods were far more violent than they needed to be, protestors and innocent people were beaten. This enraged the rest of the city and they joined in the fight. It was an unfair fight, with the civilians fighting unarmed for the first few days. Eventually they began using weapons, but the army was already taking out anyone and everyone whether they were innocent or not (and in reality, they were all innocent). This continued for 9 days. There is a timeline here if you want to know all the details
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gwangju_massacre
Also, the government at the time had the city pretty isolated from the rest of the country. So when they told the rest of the country what was happening, they told them many lies about the people of Gwangju. One major lie being that they were fighting for Communism. Gwangju had no way to actually tell the rest of the country what was going on, so most of Korea still views this city poorly, though the truth is becoming more widely known. Possibly why Aunt Sun Cha told me I was going to a bad city?
All in all, about 125 people died during this fighting, with more dying at later times from injuries. One story told at the Memorial Hall at the cemetery was about a young girl who was doing nothing but walking to her grandfather's ancestral rite and was shot 16 times. Looking at the graves, we were seeing all ages of people who had died, but the worst were the 14 year-olds who died. And not just one. Multiple.
Remember, this was 1980. Just barely 30 years ago.
I am happy for the country that they are a Democracy, but it's just so incomprehensible to me that things like this had to happen so recently for that to be possible.
OK, if you're thoroughly bummed out now, I'll try to end on a positive note. Pepero Day was last week. This is a day where everyone buys tons of this stuff called Pepero (chocolate covered cracker sticks) to give as gifts. This is some of the Pepero I recieved...
The box on the left with the three circles on it...the first two circles are 'Megan' in Korean :-)