The Veterans for Peace in Olympia
Call themselves the Rachel Corrie
Chapter after a native twenty-three
Year old woman who was crushed
To death by an Israeli driving an
American-made bulldozer in the
Gazan city of Rafah destroying
Palestinian homes, in a seizure
Of the land for settlements. I
Of the land for settlements. I
Was reminded of the incident
Many times as I drove up 4th
Many times as I drove up 4th
(One of two major streets through
Olympia proper, Fourth going up
From the Sound to the east, and
State, one block north, from the
State, one block north, from the
East to the water—a circuit
I made at least once daily) and
Passed the marquee of the theater
Where Harlequin Productions
Was staging My Name Is Rachel
Corrie. Drawing from Ms. Corrie’s
Considerable writings, emails home,
Her diary, notes as an activist
With the International Solidarity
Movement, Alan Rickman, the
Late English actor, and Katharine
Viner, a journalist with The Guardian,
Edited her words into the play
Which opened first in London
In 2005 and since has been
Performed all over the world,
Translated into Arabic, French,
Greek, Hebrew, Italian, and Spanish.
I saw it Thursday night in the
Local production directed by
Jeffrey Painter and performed by
Kira Batcheller, an actor well
Known in northwest theater,
Who, as I stated in the post play
Audience commentary, did a
Yeoman’s job bringing ninety
Minutes of Ms. Corrie’s prose
To life as a student, an activist,
Ultimately a martyr. I’m not
Reviewing the play. I’ve no
Credentials for that. Although
The highest praise I could
Conceive is buying tickets
For everyone to see it, my
Resources might cover only
For everyone to see it, my
Resources might cover only
My son and his wife. The rest
Of you will have to make do
Of you will have to make do
With my good intentions. As
We rose at its end to applaud
The lady to my left said she
Could not stay for the “seminar”
With the actor and director.
“I’m too moved right now” she
Told me, her voice quavering.
I didn’t see her as I was daubing
My eyes with my handkerchief.
My eyes with my handkerchief.
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