In 2003, Corrie refused to get out of the way of a Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer in Gaza that was demolishing a home that was doubling as a weapons warehouse.
Her death was a tragic accident, the terrorist-apologizing far-left has adopted her as a martyr.
From Pat's blog:
Rachel Corrie's play is now appearing in New York.
After the New York Theater Workshop had the good taste to back away from staging "My Name is Rachel Corrie" a few months ago, the British production has moved to New York's Minetta Lane Theater for a one-month run starting October 15th.
I love this editorial comment:
According to Corrie's aunt Cheryl Broderson, the family is "absolutely ecstatic" that the play will be seen in New York.
As am I, since I adore English comedy. I mean, let's be honest: I've seen how slowly a bulldozer moves. There's a lot of construction in my neighborhood, and my dog and I had to get out of the way of one that was heading toward us. We managed to do so 16 times before it got close. In other words, in order to end up under a bulldozer, you would have to really want to be under a bulldozer. It would have to be your life's ambition to be under a bulldozer. And if that's your life's goal, there's nothing anyone can do about it. So it's a good thing that the play's intention is to be celebratory of Corrie's life: unlike most of us, she achieved her dream and died doing what she loved: being under bulldozers.
Wasn't there a bulldozer-human confrontation in that classic Brit-Comedy, A Fish Called Wanda? Could've been a steamroller, but there was one. Spoiler alert: No one got run over.
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