It is always hard to argue to the disenfranchised about morals, ethics and environmental problems. Such is doubly true in the Third-World, where the impact of any actions seems petty relative to an apparently infinite world.
For impoverished residents, consequences stretch only as far as the lip of the nearest rice bowl. To most on this planet, the world is indeed limitless, if only because they have seen so little of it. Like goldfish trapped in a bowl of someone else’s making, their glass bubble is the world. Rare glimpses of the fringes beyond only reinforce their impression that they are but ants, grain by grain moving an unfathomable mass. Similar to children, they comprehend only the immediate-that which they can touch-the rest is both physically and intellectually out of reach.
But just where does the Third World end and the First World begin? And who stands betwixt the two? In every Third-World nation there are those who understand only too well the true complexion of the earth, its texture, its shape, its very finiteness and fragility. Thus it is not to prostitutes that the present column is directed, but to their pimps, those who trade virtue for coin, knowing full well that the consequences of their actions have severe negative effects on others.
[In Athens], we do not say that a man who takes no interest in
politics is a man who minds his own business;
We say that he has no business here at all
Pericles’ Funeral Oration
Thucydides, History of he Pelopenesian War, ca.460-400 bc
Will time last forever?
I met him by the river, he was tryin’ to sell his sister
I said: Man you must be joking.
He said: “Take her, she’s a virgin.”
This is the Third World calling, and time lasts forever.
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
|Figure 1: Map of Corundum sites in Chanthaburi and Trat (Thailand) and Battambang (Cambodia).|
(Modified from Vichit & Vudhichativanich etal., 1978)
Thailand – Land of No Tomorrow
Many of the residents of this country display a callous disregard for the future, living as if there is no tomorrow, only today. This is instantly obvious to first-time visitors, but easily forgotten. So consider the following a wake-up call from someone who has lived here and departed. There is a tomorrow, there is a future, and the consequences of our past actions do impact the present and the future. Bangkok’s future is already here. And that of the rest of the nation is close at hand, bearing down like the grim reaper, scythe at the ready.
Don’t think the country’s fathers are unaware. They do understand the problems-and they care. Which is why they are now discussing expansion of Bangkok’s helicopter service. Hate to keep the wealthy waiting, wouldn’t we?
Still, city denizens maintain a sense of humor. Earlier this year, Bangkok’s governor declared that, if the upcoming 10-year plan is properly implemented, in the next decade the city will become one of the five most livable metropolitan areas in the world! Perhaps his helicopter has a rose-tinted windscreen.
For too long, the residents of Thailand have been on an environmental looting mission. But today, the poultry has come home to roost. Fish no longer swim in Thai waters. Forest cover is now probably less than 10% (down from over 50% in 1945). And, in our industry, rubies no longer come from Thailand.
A mining we will go
We talked about the future, and the social implications.
I asked: Is this what it’s really like to see a dying nation?
“It’s been like this as long as I can remember,”
He said: “Will time last forever?”
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
Thailand’s ruby mines inhabit a corner of the country’s eastern region, in Chanthaburi and Trat Provinces, actually stretching across the border into the Pailin area of Cambodia (see Figure1). They have been known from early times, the earliest known reference being that of the Chinese traveller, MaHuan, in 1408ad (Phillips, 1887; GÃ¼hler, 1947):
A hundred li (twenty miles) to the S.W. of this Kingdom there is a trading place Shang-Shui, which is on the road to Yun-hou-mÃªn, [possibly a canal between Chanthaburi and Trat Provinces in eastern Thailand]. In this place there are five or six hundred foreign families, who sell all kinds of foreign goods; many Hung-ma-sze-kÃªn-ti stones are sold there. This stone is an inferior kind of ruby, bright and clear like the seeds of the pomegranate.”
Ma Huan, 1408AD
From this date, numerous mentions of Thailand’s ruby mines occur, particularly in the nineteenth century, but the mines were always overshadowed by the pigeon-blood variety in Burma. Unfortunately, Thai/Cambodian stones were afflicted with an ignominious disorder-excess iron-which quenched the fire, rendering their color dark, like garnet.
|Figure 2: Remnant of a bygone era.|
A rusting ruby mining jig outside BoRai is now used for hanging clothes.
|Figure 2a: A jig lies fallow and rusting, with the riffles which once trapped gems now catching only dirt and weeds.|
(Author’s photos; July, 1996
It was events in the 1960s which propelled the region to prominence in world ruby markets. In 1969, Ne Win’s disastrous military government annexed Burma’s famed Mogok ruby mines. Suddenly, the world was deprived of its traditional source of ruby and forced to look elsewhere. Their ravenous gaze settled on the stones produced along the Thai/Cambodian border. Although other sources produced rubies of better color, only the Thai/Cambodian mines produced enough facetable material. And with improvements in heat treatment, it was not long before the mines supplanted Burma as the world’s major ruby supplier. The ugly duckling had blossomed into a swan-or a vague facsimile thereof. Yes, this was no dixie chicken, but there were wings and feathers, and the bird was female.
Bring in the Trucks
I told him I was impressed, but he didn’t seem to appreciate I was only tryin’ to help.
“Well people have been doin’ that for ages,” he said.
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
During the 1970s and 80s, the Thai/Cambodian ruby reigned supreme. But all was not well. This period in Thailand’s ruby mining history was different. For the first time, modern technology was brought to bear on the deposits.
The 1960s brought much change in Southeast Asia. Impetus came primarily from the Vietnam conflict, which gathered and concentrated industrial-revolution technology in a region just beginning to crawl out of the feudal era. Europe, Japan and North America had experienced a similar phenomena decades before. Much mischief was made, but the technology more closely matched the minds of the country as a whole.
Southeast Asia has not been so fortunate. Carpet bombing, Agent Orange, napalm, these are but a few of the buzzwords of a war long since over. Technologies introduced by the industrialized nations at war rippled down into the societies at large. The pesticide DDT, banned for decades in the United States, has been exported to Thailand in quantity. If it will kill Americans, it will also kill Thais, but the American manufacturers, and their Thai counterparts who import it, see only profit.
The shape of things to come
“Some things never change and, you know, well time lasts forever.”
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
My first visit to Chanthaburi occurred almost 20 years ago; since then I must have traveled to this humble town over fifty times. But it had been several years since my last visit. Thus in January, 1996, I packed the family off to Chanthaburi to make a survey of ruby and sapphire production in Thailand. For one who has been crying for years that the Thai deposits would soon be exhausted, even I was shocked at what I found. The Thai ruby is dead. Kiss its sweet culet goodbye. It’s gone.
The first change I noticed was not the shape of the town (which has grown considerably), but the fact that the trip from Bangkok to Chanthaburi now takes five hours, instead of three. I took solace in the fact that I saw so many new shophouse designs along the way.
In many respects, Chanthaburi appears to be living on borrowed time. The market is still active; MÃ¶ng Hsu ruby from Burma is here today. Tomorrow is difficult to predict. The Thai/Cambodian ruby that once fed this city’s appetite is long gone. That was yesterday. Amsterdam diamonds were also yesterday, as were 8-track tapes.
‘Hill of Gems’
From Chanthaburi, I paid a visit to nearby Khao Ploi Waen the legendary “Hill of Gems.” Mining on the side of the hill opposite the Wat continues, but most operations have moved to the Wat side, where substantial excavations are now taking place.
At nearby Bang Kha Cha, not a mine was to be found, with locals stated that all mining had halted years before, even in the Khlong Hin (‘stone canal’) estuary.
The next day, we proceeded to the little-visited area of Tok Prom and BoIRem. This region lies directly behind Khao Sa Bap, the large mountain which dominates the view from Chanthaburi town. It is far off the beaten track and I felt that if mining existed anywhere, it might be here. But alas, all was for naught. Other than two small mines just outside of Tok Prom, which were reprocessing already-mined ground and were, incredibly enough, set up for tourists, nothing was to be had. Jigs lay rusting in the tropical sun. Local inquiries stated that the situation was the same in Na Wong.
Nong Bon was once a bustling mining town, but our arrival on this day was greeted not by the booming of earthmoving equipment, but instead by yawns from bored children. Not a single mine was in operation. Weeds peeked through the ass-end of one rusting ruby jig, while another had been converted into a clothesline.
Not to be deterred, I set off for Bo Rai, king of the Thai ruby mining towns. The scene that awaited was devastating. Abandoned equipment littered the landscape everywhere one looked; this once-bustling town showed the early signs of derelict ghost towns from the American West. Hundreds of traders once turned up daily for the early morning rough ruby market. These days, barely five offer their wares. King Ruby Town has quietly metamorphosed into Ban Boredom.
But surely miners must still be going to Cambodia? No, I was told, the Cambodian trade had ground almost to a complete halt. Two reasons were offered: first, the Thai military had sealed the border. Sure, I’d heard that before (nudge, nudge, wink, wink). But secondly, even the Cambodian side was said to have been mined out. I inquired as to the Khmer Rouge, such a ubiquitous presence on the Thai side of the border in years’ past. “They’re still here,” he told me, “all along the base of these mountains.” Some things never change. But will time last forever?
|Figure 4: A ruby mine near Tok Prom. Today it is operated mainly for tourists, and will soon close.|
(Author’s photo; Jan., 1996)
Thailand’s Last Ruby Mine
Not taking no for an answer, I drove down one of the old mining tracks that leads into Cambodia. Past the markets, past the semi-markets, past the villages, past the semi-villages, past even the Thai signs warning that this was a restricted area and all civilians should keep out. Still I drove on. Finally, against the mountain that formed the border with Cambodia I saw signs of life. Certainly this must be it-ruby miners heading to Cambodia. Pick-ups and motorcycles parked near a trail. My family and I de-carred and asked where the ruby mines were, only to be led to a waterfall, a pitiful waterfall, at that. We had only succeeded in discovering the local tourist site. The infamous Thai/Cambodian border at Bo Rai, where prospectors once risked life and limb in search of the red stone, had become a two-bit tourist attraction for bored residents of local villages. Bummer.
But we would not be denied. Back in Bo Rai, we asked local merchants-where did the stones in the market come from? And then we heard the magic words: Bpai Kow-Duan Chumpon. This was the last ruby mine in Thailand.
“Where?” we asked. “Oh, you can’t go there,” they said. “Antalai” (dangerous). “Where?” we asked again. “Thirty minutes from town,” we were told, with an arm extended in the general direction of Cambodia. And so we set off, to go exactly there, to find the last existing ruby mine in Thailand.
|Figure 6: The infamous “Charp Curve” has been the death of many a careless traveller.|
It is endemic in the Bo Rai area. (Author’s photo; July, 1996)
Never get off the boat.
Martin Sheen, Apocalypse Now
Heading north out of Bo Rai for several kilometers, we then turned onto a dirt track in the general direction of Cambodia. Despite the warnings from those who we stopped to ask directions from, all was smooth sailing, until..
Bounding over a hill, we came across a sight which always means trouble, a military border post, manned by the black uniformed troops of Thailand’s special forces. Pretending ignorance, I drove past, but the soldier’s frantic waving (along with his M-16) convinced us to halt. And thus came the inevitable interview, one which I had endured in so many borderlands throughout Southeast Asia. They seldom proved fruitful.
The commander politely explained that we had run amuck, wandering where we ought not to be. We inquired about mining in the area. Surprise, surprise, we were told that there was no mining along this road. When we explained that those in town had told us that otherwise, and that we had seen a pickup full of miners coming down the road, he admitted that there was some mining, but that they try to discourage it. “What can we do, arrest them all? They have no other employment.” Nods all around, as we reluctantly made our departure, back from whence we had come. A photo op with the commander was politely, but firmly, refused, despite my protestations that I was not working for the CIA. Of course I knew it was not the CIA that he was worried about. His nightmare was a nosy reporter getting into the area he was responsible for and writing that Khmer Rouge troops were there under Thai jurisdiction. But that is another story, for another day.. And so it was, that Thailand’s last remaining ruby mine eluded us. Never get off the boat. Damn right.
|Figure 7: The early morning rough ruby market at Bo Rai, in Trat province, Thailand. Where once close to a thousand people gathered to trade gems, today only a few stragglers remain. Author’s photo; July, 1996)|
Please from a Luddite
I told him that his day will come: You’ve just gotta keep the faith.
“Well we’ve been doing that for a long long time.
“There’s a whole new generation that’s just waiting for an answer.
“And time lasts forever.”
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
Diamonds and De Beers notwithstanding, nothing is forever. Not even time. Crunch time is fast approaching for Thailand, and I’m not just talking about the gem business. Like I said before, fish no longer swim in Thai waters, forest cover is disappearing faster than the hair on my head, the capital city is one massive human rights violation, and rubies are now an import only. But why should I care? I’m not a fisherman, nor a lumberjack. I’m no miner, either, and, to be perfectly honest, never really bought the Thai-ruby-as-god’s-gift-to-jewelry rap, either.
So why should I care? Why, indeed. Why don’t I go to someplace like Rwanda, where people are in dire need of help, why should I waste my time on peripherals? The closest I can come to an answer is that, in all frankness, I’ve never been to Rwanda. I’ve never lived there, never watched the sun rise there, never laughed there, never fallen in love with a Rwandan, never longed to return to Rwanda. So I guess I’m just left to complaining about someplace that matters to me.
And I said: Keep the kid smiling, the sun is settin’ down on you.
Keep the picture rosy, well the sun is settin’ down on you,
Don’t you roll off the horizon,
The sun is settin’ down on you,
Yeah the sun is settin’ down on you,
Yeah the sun is settin’ down on you.
Lone Kent, Setting Sun
- GÃ¼hler, U. (1947) Studies of precious stones in Siam. Siam Science Bulletin, Vol.4, pp.1-38.
- Hughes, R.W. (1996) Ruby & Sapphire. RWH Publishing, Boulder, CO, 512pp.
- Ma Huan (1970) Ying-Yai Sheng-Lan ‘The overall survey of the ocean’s shores’ . Cambridge, Hakluyt Society, Extra Series, No.42, 393pp.
Letter to the Editor
Scott Montgomery says Phooey
I just finished your Aug/Sept issue and I wanted to tell you that I really appreciate JewelSiam’s wide range of coverage of the jewellery industry in Thailand and the region. Your features, like the Burma special, are particularly interesting.I also appreciate the way you make use of different writers with such very different styles. Occasionally, however, some go beyond the pale, like Richard Hughes in his Aug/Sept “Devil’s Advocate” column. This time his attempt to be outrageous and controversial really fell flat.
To quote Mr Hughes from his Letter to the Editor in the same issue, “Truth is indeed a wicked mistress, but I have tamed the dame enough to extract . . . nuggets (from) the forthcoming edition of Ruby Sapphire. Unfortunately, he cannot claim that he has truth under control in his article “Death of the Thai Ruby”.
In that article he states, “Fish no longer swim in Thai waters. Forest cover is now probably less than 10 percent . . . “
Actually, fish do swim in Thai waters, and according to the Food and Agriculture Organisation of the United Nations, Thailand’s forest cover in 1990 was 25 percent, down from 32 percent in 1980 and 36 percent in 1976. Even if Thailand continues to lose forest cover at the same rate, the coverage won’t fall below 10 percent until about 2010.
These are just trivial examples of how Mr Hughes can sometimes distort the truth to make a point, but they are also symptoms of a much more serious problem. Beginning with the last paragraph on page 102, Mr Hughes states that:
“The 1960’s brought much change in Southeast Asia. Impetus came primarily from the Vietnam conflict, which gathered and concentrated industrial revolution technology in a region just beginning to crawl out of the feudal era. Europe, Japan and North America had experienced a similar phenomenon) decades before. Much mischief was made (in those countries), but me technology more closely matched the minds of the countries) as a whole.”
“Southeast Asia has not been so fortunate.”
Excuse me? Let’s ignore for the moment that technology has played little more than a minor role in shaping modern Southeast Asia (and Industrial Revolution technology even less). Let’s also over look the inaccurate slur about Southeast Asia “crawling out of the feudal era”. Does Mr Hughes actually imply here that Southeast Asians “as a whole” were not mentally capable of handling contemporary technology? Although this section is rather vague, it’s difficult to find any other interpretation.
Now take a look at the article’s introduction:
“(In the Third World . . . the impact of any action seems petty, relative to an apparently infinite world. For impoverished residents (of the Third World), consequences stretch only as far as the lip of the nearest rice bowl.”
“To most (people) on this planet, the world is indeed limitless, if only because they have seen so little of it. Like goldfish trapped in a bowl of someone else’s making, their glass bubble is the world. Rare glimpses of the (world) beyond (them) only reinforce their impression that they are but ants, grain by grain moving an unfathomable mass. Similar to children, they comprehend only the immediate_ that which they can touch; the rest is both physically and intellectually out of reach.
“. . . In every Third World nation there are those who understand only too well the true complextion (fragility) of the earth . . . Thus it is not to prostitutes that the present column is directed, but to their pimps, those who trade virtue for coin, knowing full well that the consequences of their actions have severe negative effects on others.”
It seems Mr Hughes is actually saying that most people in the world are unable to understand what they cannot see and touch. Beyond this, he even finds them (us?) similar, not only to children, but to fish, insects and prostitutes! And those people in the “Third World” who understand the importance of protecting the environment, he seems to call pimps!
To be fair, I may not be interpreting this exactly as Mr Hughes intended; he may have had certain groups of people in mind (or he may just have been carried away on a rhetorical flight of fancy). He should explain himself, however. Since the point of his article is that “Thailand continued to recklessly mine, with no thoughts of tomorrow . . .,” and therefore, “the sky has fallen. The Thai ruby is dead,” I have to assume that he meant to belittle the people in the Thai gem mining industry, at least.
What a silly thing to do. Maybe the gem deposits are exhausted, but so what? Gems are not a renewable resource; every deposit will get worked out some time, and it hardly makes any environmental difference whether it happens today, tomorrow, or one hundred years from now.
And what did the miners and their families get in return for their exhausted deposits? Among other things, they got better clothes, housing and medical care, and their children probably got better educations, too. How can anyone hold that against them, much less call them prostitutes or pimps?
This article is really quite a regrettable exercise in inter-cultural ignorance and arrogance, although Mr Hughes claims it’s “a wake-up call from someone who has lived here (in Bangkok) and departed”. (No pun intended, I’m sure.) But this “call” to warn other residents of Thailand that “(there is a tomorrow, there is a future, and the consequences of our past actions do impact the present and the future,” is nothing more than a restatement of the Buddhist law of karma_a very important part of the religion in Thailand among other countries. In Thai called “kam”.
At the end of the article, Mr Hughes says that, “I’m just left to complaining about some place that matters to me”.
I’d have to say that if Thailand really does matter to Mr Hughes, he should take some time to try to understand it. He might have to trade some of his skepticism for sympathy, but that’s a worthwhile exchange, and one that’s required of anyone, even a devil’s advocate, before he can make a true judgment about anything.