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POETRY & MUSINGS : In Memorian to Rachel Corrie
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From: MSN NicknameCaringLeomoon  (Original Message)Sent: 1/4/2008 1:14 AM
this beautiful poem was written and expressed in the larger framework of all humans being interconnected......obviously MR. Mast recognizes this when he speaks of the Israeli soldier who manned the Bulldozer when she stepped in the line of the bulldozer:
 
 
 
In Memoriam
~ Rachel Corrie ~

1979 - 2003

.

The Passing of Rachel Corrie


I. her heart

Did she love him enough?
In that moment, was he the center of her universe?
Were the lights and fibers of all her being sufficiently bent to
enclose him and lift him out of himself and the path he
thought he was on?
Did she see herself with his eyes?
She set her foot on the metal tread and climbed up to talk. Was
she coming to stop him or to help him?
Was she surprised when she saw his face? Or did she see
the face of a childhood friend, or a family member,
or the face of a colleague in struggle?
Did she see his face?
Did she feel the tear inside him? Did she think she would
heal him in time?
Was her voice on the bullhorn a battering ram
or the voice of rescue in darkness?
Did she hold out the hand of herself to him?
Did she bring him a gift, open, unwrapped, ready to take?
Did she travel across the world to be there
with him, with him, with him?
Her heart was full with those she stood to protect. Was there
room in her heart for him? Was the gateway wide for him to
walk through anytime, unexpected but welcome home?
Was she his refuge? Was she his oasis?
Was he the one given into her care?
Does she care for him still?
When the blade did not stop, when he did not accept her gift,
did she start to hate him?
Did she start to forget him and think about only herself?
Or did she, under the crushing earth, find stillw for him and his failure,
but still alive to
his life?
Did she think she failed?
She did not retreat. Did she think he would?
Or did she simply refuse to give up on him, on them, on him?
Did she simply refuse?
Was she chosen, or did she choose?

II. his heart

What part of him gave the order?
A voice in his ear? A voice in his brain?
Or some lack of voice altogether?
Did he close his eyes?
Did his mouth get dry?
Did his stomach contract or turn over?
When she pulled herself up to the cab, did he turn his head?
Did he look at her face?
Was her voice drowned out by the treads and the blade?
Was her voice drowned out by other voices from days before and
years before?
Did his jaw clench?
Did he find himself not breathing?
Did time slow down or stop?
Or was he relieved when he backed away
and the bullhorn was silent at last?
Was he happy, or surprised, or unhappy the dialogue had ended?
Did he think he had won?
Had he been afraid? Was he now?
Was it hard to figure out what to do next?
Was it hard to think for a minute or two?

When he saw her, what did he see?
A creature infected, or just the infection itself?
A weapon in someone's hands?
Did he shake his head for a poor silly kid
or did he feel safer by just that much?
Did he pray for her? Did he pray for himself?
Did he ask forgiveness from God somewhere?
Was he sad in his heart for a world in which he was forced to do
such things?
Did he pray for peace and hope in his heart that no more bodies
would stand in the way?
Did he retch, did he vomit, did he sob, did he shout?
Or did he add one more notch to a mental rod of justice?
Did he turn to steel? Was he only a tool in the hand of truth?
Did he choose, or was he chosen?
Does he see her face in the future?
Will he touch her whenever he touches his daughter?
His lover, his sister, his mother, his wife?
Did her spirit rise out of her broken body and enter his?
Does her vanquished spirit glitter behind his eyes
and make him hungry to vanquish more?
Is he dancing a hunter's victory dance?
Does she give him rage? Does she give him sorrow?
Does she make him hate the dark?
Does she haunt him, or is she his angel?
Does her scolding loving face urge him to change?
Or does she forgive him without scolding?
Does she feed and care for his loving heart?
Or does he refuse to hear?
Has her blood entered his heart like a balm
to heal the gashes of fear?
Is her body alive in his heart like a bell,
to bring him awake, to bring him awake?
Or is her blood just a layer of crust
on a heart that is crusted shut already?
Is the instrument home retooling right now?
Or back at work, oiled and grinding?
He did not retreat. Did he think she would?
Or did something shut, did something close
and close behind it something that did not
know, or care, or know, or care?
Does that give him strength?
And does there still, behind that shut of steel,
exist at least some small pavilion, some space,
some hidden treasure that can be found,
that can be reached, that can be opened
to spread its jewels in the light?

III. my heart

When she passed out of her single body, did she become as large
as the world?
Is the earth spinning faster now, or are we just walking
differently on it?
Have the ten thousand miles from here to that doctor's house
disappeared? Or do we just travel there more often now
because something of her is there for all time?
Is she part of us now? Is something of us there for all time too? Is that
doctor's house our home?
Is her voice inside me a scream for anger, for outrage, even
revenge?
Or is it a plea for calm and refusal?
Or is her voice a silent witness
calling those who can hear to hard work
of meeting a brutal and hate-shaken world
with the boundless full attention of the heart?

Did she bring me something of him as well?
His fear, his blocked and battered gateways?
He's my companion too.
The planet lurches, continents shift and collide.
On what new ground may I meet him?

- by Edward Mast



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From: MSN NicknameCaringLeomoonSent: 1/4/2008 1:20 AM
 

Seeking answers from Israel

By Cindy Corrie, 3/18/2004

A YEAR AGO this week, my daughter Rachel Corrie was killed in Rafah in the Gaza Strip. She was run over by an Israeli bulldozer manned by two soldiers. The Israeli government exonerated the soldiers, closed the case, and refuses to release to the US government the complete report on the military police investigation into Rachel's killing.

Only the "conclusions" of the report have been released. In them, the soldiers are identified by their initials: Sergeant Y.F. and Sergeant E.V. Their initials are nearly all we know of them. I wonder about Y.F. and E.V. I wonder whether they will pause this week and remember.

Rachel was an unarmed peace activist trying to prevent the demolition of the home of a Palestinian pharmacist, his wife, and three children. She believed that nonviolent direct action against the Israeli occupation would make Palestinians, and also Israelis and Americans, more secure. Rachel stood there to protect a home and family in Gaza because the United States and Israel rejected a UN proposal to send international human rights monitors there. International activists went instead. Rachel stood there protesting illegal home demolitions that the United States opposes on the record yet fails to stop -- destruction that we support with billions in annual military aid to Israel for bulldozers, <ORG idsrc="NYSE" value="APA">Apache</ORG> helicopters, F-16s, and more.

Rachel wrote to me from Rafah: "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 Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my coworkers. But I also want this to stop."

On March 17, 2003, President Bush spoke with Prime Minister Ariel Sharon about Rachel's killing. Sharon assured Bush that the Israeli government would undertake a "thorough, credible, and transparent investigation" and would report the results to the United States.

On March 19, 2003, Richard Boucher, spokesman for the State Department, noted in reference to Rachel: "When we have the death of an American citizen, we want to see it fully investigated. That is one of our key responsibilities overseas, to look after the welfare of American citizens and to find out what happened in situations like these."

In Congress,, Representative Brian Baird of Washington state introduced a bill calling on the US government to "undertake a full, fair, and expeditious investigation into the death of Rachel Corrie." Others warned that passage was unlikely because of strong sentiment in Congress to avoid any legislation that appears critical of Israel. Nevertheless, 56 House members have signed the bill.

Despite promises of a transparent investigation, only two American Embassy staff members in Tel Aviv and my husband and I were allowed to "view" the full document. While it refers to evidence gathered by the Israeli military police, no primary evidence is included. Commenting on the report on July 1, 2003, Richard LeBaron, US Embassy Deputy Chief of Mission in Tel Aviv, stated, "there are several inconsistencies worthy of note."

For our family, the report raises questions and fails to reconcile differences between Israeli soldiers who say they could not see Rachel and seven international eyewitnesses who say she was clearly visible. Despite lingering concerns, there has been no move by the White House, the State Department, or the Justice Department to initiate a US investigation. Some ask if a precedent exists for investigating in another country without being "invited." The Israeli government has apparently not extended such an invitation.

The London Metropolitan Police, however, are now conducting inquests into the deaths in Rafah of British nationals Tom Hurndall and James Miller. In a seven-week period in 2003, Tom, James, and Rachel were all struck down in the same area, where the Israel Defense Forces are building a high steel wall and demolishing Palestinian homes. Remarkably, the London police recently transferred the Hurndall and Miller cases to one coroner, reasoning that a series of similar deaths in a short time could indicate "a more complex systematic problem" within the Israeli military.

Our family continues to call for a US investigation into Rachel's death. As we wait, I still wonder about Y.F. and E.V. I wonder whether they, too, see images of Rachel lying before the bulldozer. I wonder whether they, too, are suffering, or whether March 16, 2003, was for them just another day on the job. I wonder.

Cindy Corrie, a former educator and music teacher, lives in Olympia, Wash.