Standing Ground

Standing Ground
By Kay Danes

Released: March 2009

It is better to live on your feet than to die on your knees’

Emiliano Zapata Salazar

It reads like a Hollywood movie but ‘Standing Ground’ is the harrowing, true story of Australians Kay and Kerry Danes, a couple working in a communist state, managing a security company for Jardine Securicor (UK), when they are taken hostage and thrown into a secret Laos prison filled with political prisoners of the secret war.

The couple witnessed the daily torture of others, and endured torture and mock executions themselves in brutal interrogations, as corrupt Lao police tried to force their hand in signing  false statements against their client, Gem Mining Lao, a foreign investment worth $2 billion dollars.

Kerry and Kay Danes’ experiences have borne witness to the injustices of a regime in violation of international law.Their reputations were shattered due to false information fed to the international media by their captors. But the Danes’ resolve to endure with integrity saw an entire Australian Government fighting for their release.

The ordeal of Kerry and Kay Danes is a significant event now recorded in Australian history, perhaps most importantly however, it is a unique human saga of love, courage, honour, heroism and the triumph of hope in the face of overwhelming odds.

Standing Ground brings hope and dignity to those who have been stripped of these most fundamental and important elements of our humanity. It proves that we can overcome even the most difficult challenges to find our way on a new path, a new life, and to new successes!

Australian Ambassador Jonathan Thwaites

JONATHAN THWAITES, Australian Ambassador, Laos:

Kerry Danes is obsessed by his honour, his reputation, the honour of Australia, the honour of his regiment. He’s a member of the SAS, and that carries with it a code of pride and honour in which the most important aspect is that he be ready for anything. That means that he keeps himself at peak fitness in the most adverse circumstances, that he endures pain, that he is not allowed to show undue emotion, that he is constantly on the outlook for adjustments that might be needed to enable him to survive, and that he doesn’t admit defeat on anything. His attitude, during this ordeal was that he could take it, and if, if he couldn’t, well, he bloody well would take it. But what was not fair, what was really gnawing away at him, was watching his wife undergo these ordeals too. Kay, on her hand, wouldn’t hear of being separated from Kerry for fear of what might then be done to him. If Kerry with all his SAS training, with all his discipline and dedication, patriotism, is ever going to break, it’s not going to be for physical reasons. It’s going to be because he doesn’t feel he can restore his good name, and that he has somehow been judged by his own people to be guilty of something that he absolutely didn’t do.

Australian lawyer representing the Danes said: ‘It was necessary – it was critical – for me to work behind the scenes. We had no idea what the allegations were. We had to build our defence on the basis of what we anticipated the charges might be. But it had nothing to do with the legalities, because the legal system in Laos is not developed. You do not fight it as a legal battle. It is a persuasion exercise and it is … and you have to persuade the government officials, not the judges.”

Australian Government send diplomatic taskforce to negotiate Danes release. Ian Kemish, Special Envoy.

‘The Lao authorities threw a smoke screen out to buy time, saying we were criminals when in fact they were breaking their own laws in detaining us. We refused to sign their lie… so the matter got more complicated. It was obvious to us and to the Australian Government that  the only way out of this was if ‘they’ saved face’ says Kay.

More on the legal case:


KERRY DANES: On behalf of our family, Kay and I, we’d obviously like to thank the Australian people for their support and following, obviously with their following it kept the necessary pressure, if I should use that word, on the appropriate authorities, so that they kept focused on our release. And ultimately, thanks to the Australian people, we are here today. Thank you very much for that.


Kay with Top Aussie Model Bessie Bardot

Kay Danes — freedom fighter

Michael Jacobson   |  March 6th, 2010

IN the cramped confines of the 3m x 3m cell she shared with five other inmates for almost 11 months is a sewage tank stamped with Kay Danes’ footprints.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, and despite the foul vapours it emitted, this grubby tank was Kay’s form of escape.

“God, did it stink?” she recalls, this time speaking from the more expansive surroundings of her and husband Kerry’s Wellington Point home. The living room is tastefully decorated with artwork from Thailand, Laos and Afghanistan, the centrepiece a glorious rug once the property of an Afghan warlord.

“I’d jump on the tank for an hour every morning and another hour in the afternoon and I’d run on the spot, always visualising myself in another place,” she continues. “I could tell you exactly the journey I was running, the people and the places I could see along the way.

“We knew we were innocent and the Australian Government knew we were innocent. That’s why foreign minister Alexander Downer sent a task force over to negotiate our release, the first time an entire government had been activated in such a high-level way to get its citizens home.

“Yet for all that there was no concealing how dismal the situation was. Both Kerry and I had been unlawfully arrested and detained, then wrongfully convicted and sentenced to seven years in that place … in that place.

“So I ran on the spot on that sewage tank to maintain my sanity and to build up my physical fitness because, if our government couldn’t get us out, couldn’t find a way around the Lao government’s need to save face, there was no way Kerry and I were staying there.

“If there truly was no hope left, we would have done everything in our power to escape and be reunited with our children. A Thai prisoner, an ex-soldier, had a plan and I needed to be physically fit.

“I ran on the spot to get away. Without that sewage tank and the hope it offered, I might have gone mad.”

Considering all Kerry and Kay Danes would suffer, going mad must at times have seemed the most sensible option.

Grainy photographs taken on mobile phones capture only part of the stark reality that is Phonthong foreigners prison in the Lao capital of Vientiane. The images show its rusting roofs, bare walls, a male prisoner’s feet in shackles, crooked steps leading to the cells.

“That’s mine,” says Kay, pointing. “Just up the front steps and to the right.”

The Danes’ ordeal began two days before Christmas in 2000 when, while running an international security company in Laos, security manager Kay and her Australian Special Forces soldier husband Kerry became enmeshed in a dispute between their client, sapphire mining company Gem Mining Lao, and the Lao government.

Over ensuing months the Australians would endure brutal interrogations, mock executions, torture, other violations of their human rights and separation from their three children, Jessica, 14, Sahra, 11, and seven-year-old Nathan.

In late June, 2001, having spent much of the past six months detained without charge, the two Australians were sentenced to seven years in Phonthong, found guilty after trumped-up claims of embezzlement, destruction of evidence and tax violation. False allegations of the theft of a quantity of sapphires only added to the debacle.

The spuriousness of the Lao government’s case became clear just four months later when, thanks to the Howard Government’s intervention and lobbying, and the tireless and brilliant diplomacy of Australian ambassador Jonathan Thwaites, Kerry and Kay were removed from prison and placed under house arrest at the ambassador’s home.

Unsurprisingly, the couple left Laos as soon as the opportunity arose through an unprecedented presidential pardon and, on November 9, 2001, returned to Australia and their family’s arms.

“Our son was only seven when Kerry and I were sentenced,” says Kay. “That meant he would have been 14 before we saw him again.

“Until you go through it, you can’t know what something like that does to a parent’s mind and how important it is to stay mentally strong.

“Some people have no chance.”

For instance, Kay recalls a Frenchman who, in her words, was completely nuts. He’d been in Phonthong for eight years and no one knew why, least of all him, although Kay drew snippets of information from his babbling and believes he’d been drugged by his communist captors.

“I’d try to engage him in conversation and he’d rattle off this seeming gibberish — ‘apples, Santa Monica, apples’ — but then he’d say ‘apples, Santa Monica, no like injections, police do it, my mind no good, mind not good, no like injection, police do it’,” says Kay.

She eventually learned he was a missionary suspected by the Lao government to be working for the CIA. The French government was never told of his arrest and his parents had spent eight years searching for their son.

“I don’t know how those people coped. I suppose you just do. You just have to. For me, I was always looking for milestones to somehow make the time pass with meaning,” says Kay.

“I asked someone how long Daniel had spent in the lion’s den in the Bible story. Turns out he was only there for a day so I beat his mark pretty easily,” she says.

“Then I asked how long Steve Pratt had spent in detention in Yugoslavia — (the CARE Australia worker was arrested in 1999 and accused of spying for NATO) — and found out he was captive for five months.

“When five months passed, I ticked it off and sought another milestone. That was how it was. Anything to get by until the day we were released.”

In the nine years since that day, Kerry has continued his defence career, including three tours of Afghanistan, while Kay has become internationally renowned as a public speaker, author — her bestselling works include Families Behind Bars and Standing Ground — and for her work on humanitarian and social justice issues.

This latter calling is focused on the plight of Afghan women and children devastated by years of war and oppression. Kay is the Australian liaison for the US non-profit organisation Childlight Foundation for Afghan Children and was profoundly affected by her visit to Afghanistan in October and November of 2008.

“That time of year is called firecracker season,” she says. “The Taliban like to get a kill in before winter.”

Joining her in an old Toyota mini-van were fellow Rotarians including a florist from Arizona, a nurse from Texas and a Korean War veteran and they travelled the ancient silk route, through Taliban strongholds, close to the borders of Iran and Pakistan and into places that can be described by a word seldom used when discussions turn to Afghanistan: stable. Kay will talk about her epic adventure when she addresses a Zonta International breakfast at Bond University on Monday as part of International Women’s Day.

“After the whole Laos thing, I didn’t tell my mum or sister I was going to Afghanistan,” says Kay.

“I mean, there were times in Laos before we were illegally taken hostage when I might have died. I was getting lunch at a market one day and a bomb went off nearby.

“Still, when it comes to Afghanistan there is a perception the country is all about terrorists, war, the heroin trade and not much else.

“Yes, there are precautions you must take, and yes, there are dangers. But the mission is more important, the people are more important and, for all that might have happened, I absolutely love this beautiful country.”

The mission of which Kay speaks is hardly one the Taliban would have appreciated at the height of its oppressive, fundamentalist reign.

It’s helping to provide education in a land where 80 per cent of the population is illiterate; better health care by providing immunisations for typhoid, polio and whooping cough; cultural awakening through access to the internet and other resources; and agricultural diversity by helping farmers breed poultry and raise pomegranates rather than poppies.

In Herat province in the north-west of Afghanistan, Kay saw universities back in operation and where girls, some with painted toenails and smiles illegal under the Taliban, were studying alongside boys. In Jalalabad, capital of the Nangarhar province in the country’s east, she saw the benefit of a tree adoption program and other sustainable living practices.

Everywhere she went, Kay saw smiles, kindness, generosity, dignity and people determined to stand up for themselves.

Yet one cannot go to Afghanistan and not be assaulted by the ramifications of its recent and brutal history. Bombs exploding a few doors down from where she was staying in Kabul offered Kay a timely reminder that Afghanistan is one of the most dangerous places in the world.

Other experiences, however, were significant for their sheer intimacy and poignancy.

Kay’s diary records a visit to Nangarhar Women’s Prison: “Most of the women here are victims of domestic violence, although the state views their actions of self-preservation as premeditated wilful violence.

“I notice the women slowly making their way from the veranda, down the concrete steps and curiously edging closer towards us. They range from about 14 years to their mid-40s and are dressed in bright coloured Salwar Kameez clothing, shawls wrapped neatly around their heads.

“One by one we are introduced to the women through our language assistants. We learn about their tragic lives. Most all of them have endured horrific domestic violence. Among them a woman who had been tied to her bed for days and has the scars to prove her lifetime of abuse, but no one cared.

“In an act of desperation, after her husband beat her within an inch of her life, she picked up the AK-47 rifle he had left by the door, pushed the barrel square against his chest and pulled the trigger. He died almost instantly.

“She and her children live inside the Nangarhar Women’s Prison. She stands quietly by a prison wall, her children beside her: a little girl with scraggy dark hair and a piece of dark string threaded through the piercing in her nostril, and a cute little boy, with lovely brown eyes and a brilliant smile, who asked me to take his picture.

“What sort of man will he grow up to be? Will he continue the cycle of violence that has consumed his life? Or will he say, enough!”

In Laos, they might answer such questions with ‘lao tae khun’, or ‘it’s up to you’. In Afghanistan, the response is ‘Insha’Allah’, or ‘if God is willing’.

Kay Danes is more resolute, believing life to be all the better for living it on one’s own terms, a lesson learned from the cruel experience of having such a right removed.

She says life is exciting, although she takes care to be more aware of her surroundings and to be more trusting of her instincts.

And when instincts need a little help, she’s still good with a gun, saying the best model is always the one that doesn’t jam.

That kind of dry, pragmatic humour must have helped sustain Kay Danes during her incarceration in Laos. Almost nine years later, it remains one of her most natural and appealing qualities.

“When I look back, I think about what happened in Laos and wonder, if that hadn’t happened, whether I’d still be there running my bodyguard company and doing security work,” she says.

“I wonder whether I’d have visited Afghanistan, taken these new directions in my life, become the person I am today. I wonder about how that experienced changed me.”

Her drive to prevent others suffering as she and husband Kerry did would indicate it has changed her for the better.

Kay enters her home office to fetch some extra material she says might be helpful for this article. The point is made how the room is about the size of a 3m x 3m cell.

“Yes, about the same,” she says.

Perhaps it means nothing, and perhaps she doesn’t even know she does it, but going in and coming out, Kay Danes ensures the door to that little room is fully open.

Standing Ground Extract from book:

…..The police then took me inside the building and marched me up a dark stairwell to a small room on the third floor. The door slammed shut behind me. When my eyes adjusted to my surroundings I saw two women asleep in the corner on a bunch of wooden school desks. They were Thai. I placed my bag on the floor in the opposite corner of the room and took out Nathan’s  army sleeping bag and my jacket. I laid the sleeping bag on top of the wooden  school desks I pushed together and silently I forced myself to lay down with my back to the girls. I wrapped myself up in the sleeping bag and used the jacket as a pillow. I curled into the foetal position and stared blankly towards the dirty windows a few feet away wishing that Kerry would come for me. Exhaustion set in. I was alone with fear and anxiety as my only companion. They brought me no comfort at all.

Frightened thoughts swirled around my head until it ached. I cried silently wishing for help to come but it didn’t. The darkness enveloped me. I must have tossed and turned all night and woken so many times, disorientated, that I lost count. It was the longest night in my life and in the morning, when it eventually came, I prayed for an end to this nightmare. Two days later, I was still praying.

My lawyer, Bobby Allen, along with the Australian Embassy had tried to make sense out of what was going on. It was increasingly clear to them, if not to me, that our lives were in grave danger. I just didn’t understand the  gravity of the situation. I still didn’t know where my husband was. No one  could find him. At night I’d crept from the room down the darkened hallway to the first door on the left, beside the stairwell. The Thai girls had explained that we were allowed to leave the room to shower and use the toilet. It was a disgusting ‘bathroom’ if one could even call it that. The once pale blue tiles stank of urine and shit. I almost choked on its foul aroma. The thought of putting my bare feet on those tiles made the bile rise in my throat.

Phonthong Prison Laos.

‘My God,’ I cried and covered my mouth with my hands to stop myself from dry-retching. Slowly I stripped naked hoping the tiny brass latch would hold the door firmly shut. I felt completely vulnerable as I stood in the middle of the tiny room. My hands covered my breasts and crotch, protecting me just in case that door flew open. My eyes scoured left and right, up and down, searching every hole and crack, hoping that no one was watching me. My heart pounded. My hands shook. I reached down for the tiny pale and  plunged it into the dirty cement trough full of water. I splashed the water across the tiles and over the Asian squat toilet before I carefully stepped and hovered over it to pee. My eyes darted to the door praying no one would come in. I showered quickly but afterwards had nothing to dry myself with, so I just patted my skin dry as best I could. I dressed even more quickly than usual in a pair of dark green trousers and black top, fresh bra and panties from my suitcase and rinsed my underwear from the day before. The door creaked as I pulled it slowly towards me and waited momentarily hoping that no one was outside. I couldn’t hear anyone. I swallowed and wetted my dry lips briefly, taking a deep calming breath before I stepped into the hall. It was empty.

I stood still for what seemed an eternity but was in fact only seconds, forcing myself to swallow the saliva building in my mouth and with it the fear that threatened to consume me. Tentatively I stepped towards the door across the dimly lit hall. My hand shook as I placed it on the brown paint chipped door knob, turning it ever so slowly. My eyes darted down the hall. The door was locked.

Slowly I tried the remaining doors in the hall but none of them opened. ‘Kerry…are you there?’ I whispered but got no response…..

……. I had seen my husband taken from me, seen my children forced to flee the country, and had been taken into custody for some unknown reason. It had been a traumatic couple of days, but things were only going to get worse. My nightmare was only just beginning……

(Copyright 2009 Standing Ground by Kay Danes) Written permission must be sought to reproduce.

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One thought on “Standing Ground

  1. I think too that the Laotian government is corrupt, state-capitalist and undemocratic. But for a supporter of Human-rights, Kay Danes should not make her speech in front of some Laotian anticommunists, who use the banner of the former Kingdom of Laos. This country was not a democracy, but a French/CIA puppet state. Laos was ruled by a monarchistic elite between 1953-1975 who were installed by the imperialist French. After South Vietnam collapsed, the CIA left Laos and this marked the end of monarchistic rule. The nationalists of the Pathet Lao took power and established a Stalinist single party state, which became state-capitalist in 1991 when the government abandoned stalinism for pragmatic state-capitalism!

    The opposition to the current Laos People’s Democratic Republic is mostly made up of former monarchists and anticommunists who ruled the former Kingdom of Laos. They claim their flag stands for ”Freedom and Democracy” which is not true, the Kingdom of Laos was just as authoritarian as the current Lao PDR is. So to talk about human-rights abuses in Laos with supporters of a former dictatorial monarchy is hypocrite. I think Kay Danes should not work with people who’s glorify the Kingdom of Laos. This kingdom was no democracy and not at all free. I do not support the criminal state-capitalist government of Laos and its traitorous Lao People ”Revolutionary” Party. They may use communist symbols, but the ruling party has betrayed Marxist socialism ever since it took power!

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