The camera angle clarifies.
The Gaza landscape is open.
There are only these things:
a young woman wearing
a bright orange jacket,
her bullhorn,
the protected Israeli soldier-operator
of the huge US-supplied bulldozer,
And fear.
Down with the demonstrator!
Down with the house!
Down with life!
Down.
My daughter advised not looking at the photos snapped during the “accidental” death of Rachel Corrie, the young woman from Olympia who was protesting Israeli destruction of a Palestinian home. Of course, I did look at the photos and was horrified and fascinated by the beauty of Gaza, the simple plainess of a death. Why do people stand in front of tanks and bulldozers, often paying the price of life? I bow to that quality in humanity.
