Thread: Rachal Corrie's Parents in Palestine

What Rachel Corrie's Parents Learned in Palestine

Press Statement Given by Craig & Cindy Corrie in Jerusalem

Ambassador Hotel, Jerusalem

Monday, September 29, 2003


Our daughter Rachel Corrie was killed by an Israeli bulldozer in Rafah in the Gaza Strip on March 16, 2003, while she was trying to prevent the demolition of a Palestinian home. Since that time, as we have grieved for our daughter, we have also worked to learn more about this conflict about which she cared so deeply and in which she lost her life. To find peace for ourselves in the aftermath of Rachel's death and for our own understanding, it was necessary for us to come to this land and walk where Rachel walked, and see what she saw.



We arrived in Tel Aviv on September 12 and have spent the past weeks in Israel and in the Occupied Palestinian Territories. September 15-20, we were in the Gaza Strip, primarily in Rafah. There we were able to meet with many of Rachel's friends: with those she had worked with in ISM, with the families in whose homes she had stayed to try to offer some international protection, with the children she had worked with in the youth parliament, and with the community members she had met as she tried to build connections between Rafah and her hometown of Olympia in the U.S.



In Rafah, we were able to briefly witness some of the violence of the occupation-the nightly machine gunfire from tanks, the fear walking to a home in Rafah after dark, because the family we were to eat dinner with lived on a street exposed to gunfire from Israeli watchtowers, but also the simple and profound dignity of our host walking slowly down the center of that same street to escort us from his home back to the relative safety of our car. We went to the water wells where Rachel and other activists stood watch so municipal water workers could repair them. We saw there in the faces of the workers, concern for our safety and for the safety of the children who followed us.




We saw, too, the shrapnel and bullet holes from the Israeli firing of the night before. We returned a second time to a home along the border where we had lunched with a family on a previous day to find the wall of the room where we had eaten now pushed in and debris piled against the side of the house. We heard how the previous night the IDF soldiers had sent dogs into the house, followed by soldiers that remained for five hours harassing the family. We saw the ditch they had dug in the front yard, destroying a garden, but proving that, indeed, there were no tunnels. We were able to visit the site of Rachel's death and were threatened there by an Israeli APC and bulldozer. We saw the high, steel, border wall being constructed from west to east, dividing the land, neighborhoods, and families of Rafah in half. And we witnessed the voracious appetite of the Israeli bulldozers, consuming ever one more block of one community's homes in the name of another community's security.



We were able to visit with groups that are continuing projects in Rachel's name: a kindergarten with its smiling children chanting a song of welcome at the top of their lungs, and a youth cultural center with its plans for a library and computer center still in search of funding. We planted olive trees and drank sweet tea with friends. And we learned that in her adopted city of Rafah, as in her home town of Olympia, Rachel was always expected just around the corner, with her bright smile, her friendly concern, and usually a small band of children.



Then we experienced the lonely walk through Erez checkpoint where we were nearly the only people passing through and our new friends (Rachel's friends) were left trapped in Gaza waving goodbye to us. We spent time in Jerusalem and the West Bank as well. In Jerusalem we went to a memorial at the site of a bus bombing and learned of Shiri, Rachel's age, killed just last year. We listened to her uncle describe Shiri with the same love and pride that our family uses when speaking of Rachel. We learned that the pain does not stop at the green line.



In the West Bank we witnessed the strategy of separation taking physical form in the web of fences, walls, identification cards, and checkpoints that separate not only Palestinians from Israelis, but Palestinians from Palestinians, farmers from their fields, children from their classrooms, workers from their jobs, the sick from their healthcare, the elderly from the grandchildren, municipalities from their water supplies, and ultimately, a people from their land. We saw dunams of crumpled aluminum, the jagged and torn remains of the once thriving marketplace of Nazlat Isa, a stark reminder of the occupation's devastating effect on the economy of both peoples.



We also witnessed the horror on a woman's face as she watched her relative's home demolished in East Jerusalem. And on the eve of this Jewish new year we celebrated Rosh Hashanah with Israeli friends in their Synagogue and home. We shared their bread, beets, and pomegranates, their stories of the last year and their hopes for the new one. And we shared their music: the songs of so many centuries of suffering and courage, but also, through it all, joy.



As our trip nears its end, we are struck by the terrible tragedy of the occupation: the irony of a people who have suffered so much, now causing suffering in so many others, the massive effort in manpower and expense demanded in maintaining the occupation, the desperate and horrifying strategy of suicide bombings used to violently oppose the occupation, the fear both of Palestinians sleeping in their homes in Rafah and Israelis riding on their buses in Jerusalem.



And always the pain that we all share so deeply. And so, as we depart, we can only echo our daughter when she wrote to her mother "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 anymore. I still really want to dance around to Pat Benetar and have boyfriends and make comics for my coworkers. But I also want this to stop

Here hometown was an hour from mine. That's why there may have been more media attention in my local newspapers.

As of now, link is unavailable. Will look for it.

An occupation which would not exist without the funding of the U.S. taxpayer.

The sheep clearly are ignorant to how their money is being spent (due to the cleverness of any pro-Israeli group to immediately denounce as 'anti-Semetic' anyone who dare calls for a decrease in aid).

AIPAC and the ADL, among a couple of others.

i remember this story, buti can't be bothered to read that whole article .....

did her parents sue the israelis for wrongful death?

if not, they should have.

Rachael Corrie was one of those 'useful idiots'.
Tried to stop a bulldozer with her body after being repeatedly warned the building was coming down...

90% of Americans don't know who Rachel Corrie is. Most of the others vaguely recall a report of a young American girl, a student protester, killed 'by accident' by an Israeli bulldozer. Only a few actually saw the photo of the incident just before she was run over. It was in broad daylight and the bulldozer had a clear, wide windshield with nothing obstructing its view. It was cold-blooded murder. Anyone who saw that photo and has no sympathy for that young girl is an animal.

whatever your politics may be , anyone who refuses to move out of the way of an oncoming bulldozer is asking for trouble , big trouble.

sorry to say she paid the ultimate price for her naivete.

the gaza strip is no place for idealistic westerners to show solidarity.

its a warzone best left to those who understand these things.

Originally Posted by taxexile

whatever your politics may be , anyone who refuses to move out of the way of an oncoming bulldozer is asking for trouble , big trouble.

sorry to say she paid the ultimate price for her naivete.

the gaza strip is no place for idealistic westerners to show solidarity.

its a warzone best left to those who understand these things.

I think people who go on peace missions deserve the right not to be crushed by bulldozers....

I think people who go on peace missions deserve the right not to be crushed by bulldozers....

woof woof
give the dog a bone !

she stood right in front of the thing as it advanced on her.
why didnt she step out of the way.

^Because she was stupid.

Why was the bulldozer there in the first place?

Why didn't the driver stop? Would squash someone with heavy plant equipment out of sense of patriotic duty?

the soldiers of some armies would stop , but it is common knowledge that the israeli military do not mess about .

whilst acknowledging the sadness of all this , especially for her family , i cant help but thinking that her idealistic naivety was misplaced and there are other more useful ways of making ones position known re. the activities of the israeli army.

Originally Posted by taxexile

the soldiers of some armies would stop , but it is common knowledge that the israeli military do not mess about .

They sure learned a lot from having been on the other side in the past...

Bulldozers are a common tool used to demolish innocent Palestinians' houses to make way for more illegal settlements.

Originally Posted by surasak

Bulldozers are a common tool used to demolish innocent Palestinians' houses to make way for more illegal settlements.

You are woefully out of touch - the so-called 'illegal' settlements have all been abandoned...

Where on Earth did you get that from Boonie?
The Israeli's pulled out of the Gaza strip, which did not have many settlements anyway.
They remain firmly ensconced in the West Bank, and are still building more houses there.

Originally Posted by sabang

Where on Earth did you get that from Boonie?
The Israeli's pulled out of the Gaza strip, which did not have many settlements anyway.
They remain firmly ensconced in the West Bank, and are still building more houses there.

Forgot about the West Bank - you're right.

There was a whole clan of Israelis in a 7-11 in Kanchanaburi the other evening. I would've happily bulldozed the whole lot of them. Ignorant scumbags.

Surely they spent half an hour trying to negotiate the price of a beer Chang can..

Originally Posted by lom

Surely they spent half an hour trying to negotiate the price of a beer Chang can..

Something like that. Then they all left (after blocking the doors for a while) in a minivan, so I didn't have to suffer them for the rest of the weekend, luckily.

I was stuck with a boat full of them going from Phuket to Phi Phi about 3 years ago. Totally rude buggars who obviously don't know what the hell deodorant or showers are for. Lucky for me I didn't eat before they boarded. No wonder everyone hates them.

^lucky it wasn't full of Arabs.They stink even more,like gang raping woman and burning them with ciggies...