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The Last
Executioner
Memoirs of Thailand’s
Last Prison Executioner
by Chavoret Jaruboon
with Nicola Pierce
MAVERICK HOUSE PUBLISHERS.
www.maverickhouse.com
email: info@maverickhouse.com
ISBN: 978-1-905379-26-2
ISBN 10: 1-905379-26-9
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The paper used in this book comes from wood pulp of managed forests.
For every tree felled at least one tree is planted, thereby renewing natural
resources.
A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.
A C K N OW L E D G E M E N T S
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I would like to use the last paragraph to ask for
forgiveness from the victims and convicts whom I
mentioned in this book. May they all rest in peace and
if there is any good to come out of this book, I would
like to dedicate it to them.
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D E D I C AT I O N
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PROLOGUE
23 November 1984.
There were three that day; I shot two.
The day before, I had celebrated my 36th birthday,
but that day I had to prepare myself to kill a man for
the first time. Ten years of experience had brought
me to this defining moment. I had worked my way up
from handling the prisoner, to adjusting and aiming
the gun used to kill the condemned, and now I had
been promoted to the most prominent position of all. I
was the executioner.
The prisoners were very calm. You never know how
they will react when it is their turn. When I used to
escort the men from their cells to their death, I could
almost smell the relief of those spared for another day.
By the time I came to take them, the doomed convict
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CHAPTER 1
I
was born on 22 November 1948, in Watchira
Hospital, around the Sri Yan area of Bangkok.
Bangkok, the City of Angels which translates as
Krung Thep, is the largest city in Thailand with a
population today of about 6 million. A long time ago
it had a much longer name—Krungthep mahanakhon
amonratanakosin mahintara ayuthaya mahadilok
popnopparat ratchathani burirom udomratchaniwet
mahasathan amonpiman avatansathit sakkathattiya
witsanukamprasit. Fortunately you don’t have to write
that on an envelope now. If you did, there would be no
room for the stamp.
My mother was Vilai Cholpinthu, an Islamic
woman and daughter of Laung (a title granted by the
Royal family) Navavijidshoonrabanthu, who was an
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had their own private car and chauffeur, a far cry from
the prostitutes and their clientele. You could see the
brothel from our house; it was nothing more than a
shack built on marshy ground. I think I must be one of
the few Thai men who has never gone to a brothel—
my father always warned me about how dirty they are. I
would peer through the entrance, from a safe distance,
fascinated by the stained walls and utter degradation.
It was also an opium house and there were always
Chinese addicts hanging around. Opium was still
legal then and my father would worry about me, but
I was never tempted to try drugs of any kind. There
was always a tension between the rich and poor, and
evening battles between the different mobsters were a
regular occurrence. My father would constantly warn
me against losing sight of who I was, saying, ‘Don’t be
phlegm or people will look down on you.’
I left Saint Joan of Arc in 1958, and started my fifth
grade at Wat Rachathiwas School, under the tutelage of
Pikul Saengthong. Looking at my report cards today I
am reminded that I was quite a good student. I had a high
average percentage and my best subject was English,
with Mathematics being my weakest. My aptitude for
English could probably be explained by the focus on
the subject at my previous school. In Thailand, private
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