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Excerpts from Rachel Corrie's emails Twenty-three-year-old American peace activist Rachel Corrie was crushed to death by a bulldozer as she tried to prevent the Israeli army destroying homes in the Gaza Strip. Her parents issued this statement March 16, 2003: We are now in a period of grieving and still finding out the details behind the death of Rachel in the Gaza Strip. We have raised all our children to appreciate the beauty of the global community and family and are proud that Rachel was able to live her convictions. Rachel was filled with love and a sense of duty to her fellow man, wherever they lived. And, she gave her life trying to protect those that are unable to protect themselves. Rachel wrote to us from the Gaza Strip and we would like to release to the media her experience in her own words at this time. Thank you. Craig and Cindy Corrie, parents of Rachel Corrie The following are excerpts from Rachel Corrie's emails. ....There are eight-year-olds here much more aware of the workings of the global power structure than I was just a few years ago. Nevertheless, no amount of reading, attendance at conferences, documentary viewing, and word of mouth could have prepared me for the reality of the situation here. You just can't imagine it unless you see it--and even then you are always well aware that your experience of it is not at all the reality: what with the difficulties the Israeli army would face if they shot an unarmed US citizen, and with the fact that I have money to buy water when the army destroys wells, and the fact, of course, that I have the option of leaving....
Mama, The Gaza Strip is divided in thirds now. There is some talk about the "reoccupation of Gaza", but I seriously doubt this will happen, because I think it would be a geopolitically stupid move for Israel right now. I think the more likely thing is an increase in smaller below-the-international-outcry-radar incursions and possibly the oft-hinted "population transfer." I am staying put in Rafah for now, no plans to head north. I still feel like I'm relatively safe and think that my most likely risk in case of a larger-scale incursion is arrest. A move to reoccupy Gaza would generate a much larger outcry than Sharon's assassination-during-peace-negotiations/land grab strategy, which is working very well now to create settlements all over, slowly but surely eliminating any meaningful possibility for Palestinian self-determination.
Know that I have a lot of very nice
Palestinians looking after me. I have a small flu bug, and got
some very nice lemony drinks to cure me. Also, the woman who keeps
the key for the well where we still sleep keeps asking me about
you. She doesn't speak a bit of English, but she asks about
my mom pretty frequently--wants to make sure I'm calling
you. Love to you and Dad and everybody.
I think it is maybe official now that Rafah is the poorest place in the world. There used to be a middle class here--recently. We also get reports that in the past, Gazan flower shipments to Europe were delayed for two weeks at the Erez crossing for security inspections. You can imagine the value of two-week-old cut flowers in the European market, so that market dried up. And then the bulldozers come and take out people's vegetable farms and gardens. What is left for people? Tell me if you can think of anything. I can't. If any of us had our lives and welfare completely strangled, lived with children in a shrinking place where we knew, because of previous experience, that soldiers and tanks and bulldozers could come for us at any moment and destroy all the greenhouses that we had been cultivating for however long, and did this while some of us were beaten and held captive with 149 other people for several hours--do you think we might try to use somewhat violent means to protect whatever fragments remained? I think about this especially when I see orchards and greenhouses and fruit trees destroyed--just years of care and cultivation. I think about you and how long it takes to make things grow and what a labour of love it is. I really think, in a similar situation, most people would defend themselves as best they could. I think Uncle Craig would. I think probably Grandma would. I think I would.
You asked me about non-violent resistance.
When that explosive detonated yesterday it broke all the windows
in the family's house. I was in the process of being served
tea and playing with the two small babies. I'm having a hard
time right now. Just feel sick to my stomach a lot from being
doted on all the time, very sweetly, by people who are facing
doom....
....But it makes me worry about
the job I'm doing. All of the situation that I tried to enumerate
above--and a lot of other things--constitutes a somewhat
gradual--often hidden, but nevertheless massive--removal
and destruction of the ability of a particular group of people
to survive. This is what I am seeing here. The assassinations,
rocket attacks, and shooting of children are atrocities--but
in focusing on them I'm terrified of missing their context.
The vast majority of people here--even if they had the economic
means to escape, even if they actually wanted to give up resisting
on their land and just leave (which appears to be maybe the less
nefarious of Sharon's possible goals), can't leave.
Because they can't even get into Israel to apply for visas,
and because their destination countries won't let them
in (both our country and Arab countries). So I think when all
means of survival is cut off in a pen (Gaza) which people can't
get out of, I think that qualifies as genocideÉ.
....Just want to write to my
Mom and tell her that I'm witnessing this chronic, insidious
genocide and I'm really scared, and questioning my fundamental
belief in the goodness of human nature. This has to stop. I think
it is a good idea for us all to drop everything and devote our
lives to making this stop. I don't think it's an
extremist thing to do anymoreÉ.
....When I come back from Palestine,
I probably will have nightmares and constantly feel guilty for
not being here, but I can channel that into more work. Coming
here is one of the better things I've ever done. So when
I sound crazy, or if the Israeli military should break with their
racist tendency not to injure white people, please pin the reason
squarely on the fact that I am in the midst of a genocide which
I am also indirectly supporting, and for which my government is
largely responsible.... ....You can always hear the tanks and bulldozers passing by, but all of these people are genuinely cheerful with each other, and with me. When I am with Palestinian friends I tend to be somewhat less horrified than when I am trying to act in a role of human rights observer, documenter, or direct-action resister. They are a good example of how to be in it for the long haul. I know that the situation gets to them--and may ultimately get them--on all kinds of levels, but I am nevertheless amazed at their strength in being able to defend such a large degree of their humanity--laughter, generosity, family-time--against the incredible horror occurring in their lives and against the constant presence of death. I felt much better after this morning. I spent a lot of time writing about the disappointment of discovering, somewhat first-hand, the degree of evil of which we are still capable. I should at least mention that I am also discovering a degree of strength and of basic ability for humans to remain human in the direst of circumstances--which I also haven't seen before. I think the word is dignity. I wish you could meet these people.
Maybe, hopefully, someday you will.
Rachel |
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