My Name is Rachel Corrie (NHB Modern Plays)

by Rachel Corrie

I guess I've grown up a little, it's all relative anyway, nine years is as long as forty years depending on how long you've lived.

Is that how life is, a new draft for every day, a new view for each hour?

We can look at that history and then choose which side we want to be on now, and how willing we are to fight. We are not outside.

‘We are not a hotel. We help you because we think maybe you will go and tell people in your country that you lived with Muslims. We think they will know that we are good people. We are quiet people. We just want peace’?