I Killed Rachel Corrie...

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I Killed Rachel Corrie On March 16, 2003, after Rachel Corrie, 23, was crushed by an Israeli army bulldozer in the southern Gaza Strip town of Rafah, fellow activists from the International Solidarity Movement tried in vain to save her life.

by Anonymous

Source: http://othersite.org/anonymous-i-killed-rachel-corrie/



I killed Rachel Corrie.

I never heard of her

but I paid my taxes,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I built the bulldozer

and trained the driver

and gave the orders

that took her life,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I went to watch my team play a big game

and to have a few drinks with them afterwards

instead of reading what Rachel wrote

and hearing what she said,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I go to church on Sunday

and attend Friday prayers

and keep Shabbat holy

but mustn’t upset my community

with painful questions,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I attend dialog groups

and hear both sides

and give them equal weight

as did my forefathers

to the Japanese and the Ainu

the Roman and the Gaul

the European and the Choctaw

the White and the Black

the Nazi and the Jew

and the Israeli and the Palestinian,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I write letters

to newspapers and elected officials

and I demonstrate outside their offices

and I donate to human rights groups

and to send humanitarian aid

and I support nonviolence

and I boycott and divest and sanction,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I travel to Gaza

in freedom marches

and convoys

and flotillas

and I attend conferences in Bil’in

and fly to Tel Aviv

and march to Jerusalem

and I’ve been beaten

and shot

and jailed

and expelled,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I resist with arms

and launch Qassams

and strap explosives to myself

and drop bombs and napalm

and white phosphorous and DIME weapons

and I kill as many as I can

of those who are the enemy

and I torture and terrify them

and their families and children

so that they know they are never safe,

so I killed Rachel Corrie.


I killed Rachel Corrie because it was not enough;

I killed Rachel Corrie because I did not drop everything and devote my life to making this stop;

I killed Rachel Corrie because I did not change the base reality of our world and I, in fact, participated in it;

I killed Rachel Corrie because I cared too much for my career and my comfort and my hobbies and my obligations and my conferences and my projects and my causes and my campaigns and my coalitions and my ideologies and my letters and my articles and my poetry;

I killed Rachel Corrie because I still really want to dance around to Pat Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my coworkers;

I killed Rachel Corrie because I could have been one of millions choosing to give up everything and walk in step so that our feet causes the earth to shake and the rivers to change course and the mountains to crumble and the mighty to tremble and bow to our voices as we say, “Al-Sha’ab yureed,” “Si, se puede,” “Never again,” and it will no longer matter whether we are Jews, Muslims or Christians, Arabs, Kurds, Armenians or Hebrews, immigrants or indigenous, men or women, because we are united in ending the injustice and in preventing and reversing the ethnic cleansing of one people in order to pay for the ethnic cleansing of another.


But I am not one of those millions united for justice.


So I killed Rachel Corrie.