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Today marks thirteen years since American peace activist Rachel Corrie was killed by the Israeli military in the Palestinian city of Rafah. Today, I remember Corrie through the post I wrote two years ago, introducing her and her letters from Palestine.
In his article for The Independent Robert Fisk wrote:
“An American heroine, Rachel earned no brownie points from the Bush administration which bangs on about courage and freedom from oppression every few minutes. Rachel’s was the wrong sort of courage and she was defending the freedom of the wrong people.”
I remember Corrie through thoughts she expressed in one of her letters:
“If I lived in Bosnia or Rwanda or who knows where else, needless death wouldn’t be a distant symbol to me, it wouldn’t be a metaphor, it would be a reality. And I have no right to this metaphor.
But I use it to console myself. To give a fraction of meaning to something enormous and needless. This realization. This realization that I will live my life in this world where I have privileges.
I can’t cool boiling waters in Russia. I can’t be Picasso. I can’t be Jesus. I can’t save the planet single-handedly. I can wash dishes.”
Read the full article about Corrie and her letters here.
Reblogged this on Dolphin and commented:
If you recall, a young Presbyterian minister was also run over by a bulldozer while he marched for Civil Rights during the 1960s. It was an eerie discovery. Bless those with courage to stand up for what is right. Evil flourishes when good people stand by and do nothing.