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Coren throttles Corrie: That execrable piece of pro-Palestinian useful idiocy, My Name is Rachel Corrie, got a semi-favourable write-up in the Canadian Jewish News the other week. Michael Coren in the Toronto Sun, on the other hand, has a far less, ahem, nuanced review:

…The play was created by two writers, Katherine Viner from Britain's relentlessly liberal and viciously anti-Israel Guardian newspaper and, wait for it, Alan Rickman. Yes, the man from Harry Potter and Robin Hood. He of frighteningly extended vowel sounds. Yes, the guy who can turn you into a newt or torture you in a dungeon.

And being an actor he obviously knows all about the Middle East and the geopolitics of Israel and Palestine.

So the play is just as you would imagine. There is no context or balance. Corrie is a saint, the Palestinians are lovely and the Jews -- and this is highly significant -- are faceless, anonymous creatures representing something vaguely dark and persecuting. Bad guys. Rather like how we depicted Nazis until it became trendy to do otherwise.

Some, but very few, critics remarked on this when the play ran in Britain. It was lauded in a media that is too frightened to condemn Islamic extremism, but routinely lambastes Israel.

Nobody suggested, for example, that partly because of Corrie's obstruction of the Israeli army, guns were smuggled to terrorists who then murdered Israeli children. Nor did they mention the meeting that took place between her allegedly "peaceful" organization and British suicide bombers Omar Khan Sharif and Asif Muhammad Hanif.

There is also another screaming, bleeding absence in all of this. Just a few days after the fanatic Corrie lost her life in an accident that she had caused, an Israeli child was blown to mangled flesh and smashed bone by a suicide bomber. This little girl was not allowed even to cross the road by herself, let alone find the time and money to travel halfway across the world to support the latest cause.

Pro-peace

Her Israeli parents were children of Holocaust survivors and extremely pro-peace and compromise. Unlike Corrie, they understood the situation because they lived there. They identified their child by her teeth. Her baby teeth.

There is no play written about her and no fatuous leftists are championing her story. It could be called "My name is."

That's right, they don't know, because they don't care. My name is hypocrisy, my name is cruelty, my name is racism.

He forgot my name is clueless.

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