There’s something in the human psyche that makes the worst of humanity so… Appealing, for the lack of a better word, something that makes the macabre and the horrific and the inhumane so finger-licking titillating. We’re slightly ashamed, naturally, because we know these people we’re interested in investigating are either evil or mentally ill, the ones who don’t deserve the attention—and, in some cases, the glorification—we give them. I suppose it’s just the way we are. The human species will always be more interested in villains and will remember their names for far longer than their victims’.
I have watched and listened to an obscene amount of documentaries and podcasts about serial killers, tyrannical monarchs and dictators. The contemporary despots of the twentieth century all resemble one another and make use of similar strategies to consolidate their power. Yet, only one has managed to transfer his power and create a bona fide dynasty. That’s what makes the Kim family so intriguing. They’re the crème de la crème of dictatorships. It’s fair to say that’s the reason most of those documentaries and podcasts I mentioned centre on them and the reason I’m so fascinated by them and their hermit kingdom.
Under the Loving Care of the Fatherly Leader is an ambitious book, a mammoth, nine-hundred-page doorstop that’s taken me more than a month to read. It’s incredibly thorough and multifaceted, covering dozens of different topics pertaining to North Korea—the Kims themselves, the country’s history, geography, natural resources, climate, foreign relations, economy… At the centre of it all stands this, by all accounts, unremarkable family who rose to prominence and power through sheer ruthlessness and naked ambition.
Kim Il-Sung was a remarkable man in some ways and traces his origins back to the cradle of nearly all tyrants and dictators—freedom fighting. It’s no coincidence all these despots start that way. They usually hail from a nation oppressed by another country, a colony or a former colony that’s still suffering the consequences of its colonial past. They’re all idealistic young men who want something better for their fellow countrymen. They all read—and ultimately manage to pervert—Marxist-Leninist literature. They all rise to power as national heroes and liberators. Along the way, they get a taste of power and what it truly means to be in charge. They like it and they want more of it. Sadly, in the end, they turn into the very oppressors they once fought against. That’s the typical route to becoming a twentieth-century dictator, give or take a few elements.
Yet, Kim Il-Sung managed to pull off something remarkable, something unprecedented—he instituted an heir. At the time this book was published, Kim Jong-Il was about sixty. Since then, the world’s witnessed yet another succession. It’s gruesome and terrible and perversely admirable even, but this family’s managed to thrive and survive well into the third generation. If you’re wondering what it takes to pull that feat off, this book will spell it all out for you, down to the minutest detail.
Interspersed with the evolving history of the Kim family are defector testimonies and accounts of the lives of ordinary North Koreans. All throughout this book, I kept thinking “Those poor people, those poor people, those poor people…” The injustices they’ve been suffering for nearly eighty years now and continue to suffer to the present day are… I can’t think of an adjective that’s strong enough.
Near-constant power outages. Food shortage. Inadequate medicine, clothes, grains, infrastructure and apartments. Radioactivity-related workplace injuries. Forced prostitution. Forced marriage. Discrimination based on family background. And, worst of all, the inability to say anything about it.
There are shitty governments all over the world, but none as stiflingly oppressive as this one. Plus, the rest of us get to complain about our leaders. We get to watch talk-show hosts and comedians make fun of their ineptitude and openly criticise their corrupt behaviour. In North Korea, you have to be grateful for what little you have, no matter how insufficient or shoddy. You have to pay your respects to the very people who are robbing you blind, monitoring your every move, making you struggle with and die from preventable illnesses and teaching your children to report on your behaviour. Sure, the underwear and the appliances and the edibles may be of terrible quality, but you’re not to utter a single word that might suggest the nation’s products are anything but first-rate.
History has taught us that tyrants usually get overthrown by their own people, with or without the help of the international community. In North Korea, however, fear and indoctrination run so deep it’s unrealistic to think it would ever happen. Even the people who don’t buy into the self-aggrandising tales of the leaders’ personality cults are powerless to change their lot in life.
I cannot even imagine, nor do I want to, that level of multigenerational oppression, a psychological cage within your mind where facts and fiction start to blur, where you’re forced to live two separate lives as two separate identities, constantly on the watch because you know the slightest complaint will land you in a prison camp. And don’t even get me started on that chapter about the camps. My stomach was turning upside-down and inside-out the entire time.
It’s inconceivable that these men would sit back and watch their countrymen, their fellow humans, starve and struggle and not introduce a single change for the betterment of their lives if said change might threaten their regime. It’s equally mindboggling that they are able to sleep soundly with so many lives weighing on their conscience. To have the brazen audacity to start wars, kidnap people, rape young girls, work the peasants to death, play God… Those poor people, I find myself thinking again, forced to listen to a single, state-approved radio station and internalise the grandiose deeds of deities that never existed every single day, forced to abandon their natural state of human freedom and live and die within this regime, suffering indescribable pains, all for the sake of the ego and power of a handful of delusional elites who believe they’re somehow superior to the rest of us.
I’ve recently listened to a podcast that mostly centred on Jong-Il, but that touched on all three generations and the probable future of the country. I found myself somewhat unnerved by what one watcher said and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for days. Essentially, no one but the humanitarians wants to see the end of this regime, because no country in the world is willing or socially and financially able to deal with the lagging North Korean economy and the roughly twenty-five million North Koreans whose lack of modern skills and knowledge would end up burdening South Korea’s and other countries’ economies.
Despite what the world’s top leaders and politicians may publicly say about the catastrophic abuse of human rights in the DPRK, all they really want is an assurance the North won’t leverage their nuclear weapons against them. The prolongation of the status quo is a win-win for both the Kim family and other countries. As for the twenty-five million people living in constant apprehension without the slightest notion of genuine freedom… Well, I guess nobody really cares and that they’re going to have to continue living that way indefinitely.
All in all, if, like me, you’re one of those weirdos who like learning more about history’s worst tyrants and toughest regimes, this book is a must. So incredibly comprehensive, in-depth and unflinchingly objective about both the DPRK’s and other countries’ good, bad and ugly decisions.