ZGram - 4/15/2002 - "Audre Pinque: 1957 - 2002" - Conclusion

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>Copyright (c) 2002 - Ingrid A. Rimland
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>ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny
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>April 15, 2002
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>Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
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>"Never Again!" became Mackenzie's battle cry - by which she meant, 
>"No more Palestinian victims by claiming victimhood.  No more 
>maiming and killing by cashing in on Western guilt!  No more 
>brutalizing helpless refugees in the Holy Land by claiming special 
>status, thanks to the Holocaust!" 
>
>I told her that, above all else, the Western world had to be 
>sensitized to what was going on.  "They're drenched in tears," she 
>kept on telling me.  "If only I could sell the Palestinian 
>children's tears."
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>"Now there's an idea," I told her. 
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>And in a flash, a brand new website and a new campaign were born. 
>
>By then, she had discovered a compatriot in Palestine named Ghasan. 
>Soon, it was Ghasan here and Ghasan there.  It was clear to me she 
>was falling in love - but was it mutual?  Ghasan was a carver. 
>Together, they would sell "Palestinian tears" carved out of stone 
>straight from the Holy Land. 
>
>She and I palavered at length what they should charge for those 
>stony tear drops.  Ghasan thought that $10 per tear drop would be 
>appropriate, but Audre said, "No!  $75!"
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>I told her that one was as unrealistic as the other, and we finally 
>settled for $25 - or 5 for $100.  I ordered the first five tears to 
>jumpstart the project - an enterprise  which, I believed. had much 
>potential.  =1FAudre was superbly suited to become a Truth Ambassador 
>for Palestine here in America.  I encouraged her to take those 
>"Never Again" tear drops to churches and community organizations, 
>and Audre was fire and flame.  Soon she was busily writing her 
>speech.  I was convinced that her fame in America and her impact on 
>Americans were just a matter of time, for in the Arab countries, she 
>was already quite a legend for her spirited defense of the 
>beleaguered Palestinians - for it was bad, and getting worse. 
>Sharon was on a rampage. 
>
>Audre fired off one of her Truth Seeking Missiles:
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>[START]
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>Truth Seeking Missile:  Circling the Globe in Defense of Truth, 
>Justice & Freedom
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>March 8, 2002
>FIRE TWENTY-SIX!
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>The Unworthy
>MacKenzie Paine
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>What do you do in a moment of madness? What do you do when the world 
>is so out of synch that reality is unreal, truth is fiction, fiction 
>truth? What do you do when people are being slaughtered, 
>assassinated, terrorized, brutalized, humiliated, gutted?
>
>With the wonder of the Internet we are able to bring slaughter and 
>chaos, injustice and brutality into our homes, but keep them safely 
>out of our lives. We are able to speak noble words of truth and 
>peace, justice and freedom, while never leaving our laptops. And we 
>are even able to communicate with those who are suffering the 
>madness, helpless to help them, reduced to talking about the beauty 
>of life while they endure the ugliness.
>
>For all of our good intentions, expertise and gut wrenching grief, 
>we're a laughable lot. We wait for our governments, our neighbors, 
>our religious leaders to do something. We wait for the murderers to 
>come to their senses or get fired from their jobs. We wait for God 
>to intervene. But as we wait, we diligently talk the Palestinians 
>down the path of righteousness, praising their bravery, extolling 
>the virtue of their battles.
>
>Our words are nothing more than a prelude to their last rites, and 
>while their bravery and virtue are genuine, our words are not worthy 
>of them.
>
>We are not worthy of them.
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>[END]
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>Audre shed many a tear as she kept peppering her newslists with 
>reports of rape, murder and mayhem the Israelis kept inflicting on 
>their victims.  She could not accept that nothing could be done. 
>Three days before she died, she wrote to me:
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>[START]
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>On September 11 I remember the boys were watching cartoons while 
>they got ready for school when Jonathan called to me and said,"Mom, 
>check it out. They demolished some huge building in New York!"
>
>When it hit me what I was seeing I remember running to the computer 
>and writing to you, "Dear God, Ingrid, they've done it!"
>
>I sat in front of the TV, then moved it into my bedroom so that I 
>could monitor my email. I watched with such a sinking feeling 
>the clip of Palestinians celebrating. And then, around 10:30 or 
>11:00 I got an email from Ghasan, asking if I was okay.
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>I said that I was fine -- I was in Mexico. But then I said, "Ghasan, 
>are people really celebrating? I mean, I can't say that I blame the 
>Palestinians, but this just destroys all our hopes of making your 
>plight known." 
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>He wrote back and said something to the effect that no, they weren't 
>celebrating. Most people were crying - for our losses and because 
>they knew it was going to be bad for them.
>
>I sat on my bed the rest of the day, watching the news.
>
>Today I woke up at 5:00 and had email from Ghasan regarding the 
>situation. He calmly told me that it looks like the Israelis are 
>setting them up for a massacre. All the men between the ages of 14 
>and 40 are gone.  The snipers are shooting at cars, trash cans, 
>anything that moves.
>
>I was frantic at first, then calm because he is so calm. But his 
>line has gone dead again. The last message I had from him he teased 
>that he didn't want to get killed by a missile because he was from 
>the "Truth Seeking" faction.
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>[END]
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>On Sunday, March 10, Audre shipped me the following:
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>[START]
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>Will There Be a Massacre in Dheisheh Refugee Camp Tonight? By Muna Hamzeh
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>Our worst fears of the past two days have finally come true. I just 
>received a call a friend in Dheisheh saying that an extremely large 
>number of Israeli troops, accompanied by tanks and bulldozers have 
>started overtaking neighborhoods in the camp. For the past two days, 
>Dheisheh has been surrounded by tanks, but the Israeli military and 
>tanks only entered neighborhoods on the outskirts of the camp. 
>Tonight they are moving in to the rest of the camp.
>
>Because the camp's alleys are so narrow, the tanks are simply 
>destroying whatever is in their way - the walls of houses, 
>staircases, whatever is in their way.
>
>Earlier today, Israeli army snipers shot four youngsters in the camp 
>who went out to play on the streets despite the curfew. The boys, 
>ages 6-10 were all shot. Mahmoud Sajadi, who lives exactly across 
>the alley from my previous home, was shot in the head and is in 
>critical condition. He is 10 years old. I was able to get the name 
>of only one of the other children, the 6-year-old son of Ahmed Lam'a.
>
>On Saturday, March 9, 2002, the Israeli army decided to turn the two 
>homes of brothers Basem and Ghassan Zayed Farrarjeh - both of whom 
>are ex-neighbors of mine - into outposts. But before kicking Basem 
>and Ghassan and their wives and children out of their homes, the 
>soldiers beat both men quite severely. Both have sustained bruises 
>and injuries to different parts of their bodies.
>
>In the Ajajreh neighborhood in the eastern part of Dheisheh, where 
>the soldiers are right now, heavy damage to homes is being reported.
>
>Now as the large number of troops overtake the camp, in the middle 
>of the night, there are growing fears among camp residents that they 
>will not leave before committing a massacre. How many people will be 
>killed, wounded and arrested remains to be seen. But the mood is 
>that of extreme apprehension.
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>[END]
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>And on Monday, March 11, 2002
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>[START]
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>At about 6:30 a.m. Palestine time today, Israeli troops called on 
>all male residents of Dheisheh Refugee Camp between the ages of 
>14-50 to assemble in the courtyard of a stone factory at the western 
>edge of the camp. Six huundred men are being detained. The majority 
>of men between the ages of 14-40 have been outside the camp since 
>Thursday. The men who were rounded-up today have been blindfolded 
>and their hands tied. Some western camera crews were able to film 
>the men. Local Bethlehem TV stations have broadcast the photos, and 
>the women and children in the camp are watching their loved ones on 
>their TV screens being mistreated by the soldiers.  The children are 
>in a state of hysterics after seeing their fathers and/or older 
>brothers in this state on TV.
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>As the soldiers approach each blindfolded man, they are spitting on 
>him and beating him. One by one, the men are being taken into a side 
>room inside the factory and interrogated. Masked Palestinian 
>collaborators are at hand to tell the soldiers which of the men is 
>an active member of the resistence. This is what Oslo has given us.
>
>About ten minutes ago, I called my friend Hourieh. "The searches are 
>taking place about three blocks from my house. My only hope is that 
>they will get to my house before it gets dark. All we can do is sit 
>and wait our turn.
>
>Only women and children are inside the houses and according to one 
>woman whose house was searched less than an hour ago, the soldiers 
>aren't leaving anything inside intact. The contents of all closets, 
>cupboards, shelves, everything is being turned on the floor. The 
>soldiers are destroying any furniture or belongings they feel like 
>destroying.
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>The detained 600 men have not had anything to eat or drink for the 
>past 10 hours. Nor have they been able to relieve themselves. The 
>number of those who will be taken away remains unclear.
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>Yesterday, the Israeli military dynamited four houses in the camp. 
>All four houses being to families who lost sons in this Intifada. 
>Another family was notified that their house will be dynamited 
>today. The close proximity of the houses - many houses share a wall 
>with a neighbor, means that the destruction of the houses has caused 
>extensive damage to neighboring homes. Keep in mind that the 
>Palestinians have no insurance on their homes and there are no 
>government funds to compenstate anyone for their loss.
>
>The fact that a heavily armed military power can go in and terrorize 
>a civilian population in this manner -as they have done in Tulkarem, 
>Jenin and Balata refugee camps - defies any sense of decency and 
>humanity. The Palestinian Authority, the Arab regimes, the US, 
>Europe and the rest of the world all share in the blame for allowing 
>the situation to deteriorate to such an extent.
>
>Of course, we all know what sort of news coverage CNN, MSNBC, Fox 
>News and American Network news is showing. If the American public 
>were to see the real pictures of what is really happening in 
>Palestine, there were be a public outcry in this country. But there 
>are no real pictures and there is no outcry.
>
>It will take the Israeli troops about an additional 2-3 hours to 
>completely overtake all the neighborhoods of the camp. After that, 
>the real tragedy will begin when they start entering houses. Who 
>will be killed, wounded or arrested? Who will lose their house? Who 
>will have their belongings destroyed? We will find out in the next 
>hours.
>
>If any Arab country were to do what the Israelis are doing to the 
>Palestinians, the world will be in an up-roar. But somehow 
>Palestinian blood doesn't seem to be precious enough to save. Here 
>in the US, people spend more time and money on their dogs than on 
>caring about what their tax money is doing to other humans elsewhere.
>
>"These incursions in the refugee camps will end with a repeat of 
>Sabra and Shatilla", my friend Nabieh in Dheisheh tells me. "We are 
>sitting here waiting for them to do whatever it is they are going to 
>do. And all we have is God to protect us."
>
>Shame on your world. Shame on you for your silence in the face of 
>these atrocities.
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>[END]
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>Audre was beside herself!  And finally her secret/non-secret simply 
>tumbled to the fore:  She was in love with the webmaster of the 
>Never Again website - her Ghasan, a young Palestinian with whom she 
>had been in close contact for more than a year, and she feared for 
>his life.  She longed to be near him.  Her presence would protect 
>him. 
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>I wrote back, trying to calm her down:  "You don't know the first 
>thing about him.  Is he available?"
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>"He's unmarried and of age, if that's what you mean. Otherwise, he's 
>under siege, military curfew, the roads are blocked.  I guess it 
>depends on your definition of available."
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>For fortification, she filled me in on what he thought of her by 
>sending me one of her letters to him:
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>[START]
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>"Dear Ghasan,
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>I'm still laughing to myself that you thought I was a nun or priest. 
>I loved talking to you today. I have to admit, the emotional drain 
>of not knowing what had happened to you was starting to make me 
>crazy.
>
>You're a scoundrel for not telling me how old you are before you 
>started flirting outrageously, but I guess I can forgive you.
>
>Dear, sweet Ghasan, you asked me why I bother with your cause when 
>there are so many other injustices going on in the world. There is 
>no greater injustice than what is being done to your people and your 
>land. There is no greater menace in the world than the zionists.
>
>I initially took on the Zionists, not because of Palestine, but 
>because of other reasons. And then, as I told you, I saw that little 
>boy murdered. 
>
>God, I must have looked at those photos a hundred times and cried 
>for days when I realized what was really happening. And I'm not 
>alone. I cannot imagine what your life is like, but I do know that 
>the world is waking up. The whole world, Ghasan, not just the 
>Internet.
>
>You also asked what I like to do -- what makes me happy. Defending 
>the truth is the most wonderful thing I've ever had the privilage of 
>doing. Okay, it's not a big money maker.
>
>So I'm going to continue to be a pain in the neck for certain 
>people. I play to an audience of very appreciative people and I love 
>the job. 
>
>And I love you, even if you are much too young for me.   What's 
>another strange happening in my life, eh? We still have Italy to 
>explore!
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>[END]
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>To go to Palestine, accompanied by a video man, became Audre's goal. 
>Again, details were incidental.  She wrote to a potential sponsor:
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>[START]
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>I still need to get my passport renewed.
>
>If they're going to destroy everything in their path before they 
>take their own dying breath, we're going to be there to record it. 
>It's a struggle now, down to the wire, between the devil and the 
>birthplace of Christianity.
>
>If the Palestinians are destroyed, the rest of us will be next. 
>Would you sponsor this mission?  We need to be there, to bypass the 
>media, to let the world know what is going on. If the truth was ever 
>important, it's now!
>
>There seemed to be no stopping Audre.  She saw an injustice and was 
>going to rectify it.  In vain did we try to dissuade her.  She had 
>her mind made up: 
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>"Oh Ingrid. I've been crying all night. I''m leaving. Dad has tried 
>to reason with me, the boys know better.
>
>I'll represent my Notchie friends. I want to go to Palestine now! I 
>don't think you and Ernst and Bradley and TJOK, and others 
>baragained for when you found me.
>
>  My boys are grown, I'm ready to go. I want to get a life
>insurance policy tomorrow, and try to get some sleep today, but I want to g=
o.
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>[END]
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>She appealed to the readers on her list:
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>[START]
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>Dear Bully Busters,
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>I know that this is going to sound crazy, but I'm asking for help 
>from my few supporters. I have spent a sleepless night as Bethlehem 
>is under attack. The Bully is demolishing everything in its path and 
>I can't be true to my role if I don't do something more active. I 
>keep calling on other Americans to go over to the Holy Land and 
>stand with the Palestinians. There are Americans there, but not 
>enough. I want to go. I want to be there, to mix it up at ground 
>zero with The Bully and to report back to everyone. I want to stare 
>The Bully in the eye and hug some kids.
>
>I'm going to the grocery store to stock up on things for my Bully 
>Busters here at command quarters -- and yes, I'm going to buy a life 
>insurance policy.
>
>Please, if you can help, email me and let me know. Enough of being 
>the long distance wimp. I can't keep asking others to do what I 
>won't do myself.
>
>Just pretend that it's 1917, dear friends, and there's still a 
>chance of stopping the madness. I have the email lists, the 
>contacts, the backup team -- we can rock the world! Just help me get 
>to ground zero.
>
>[END]
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>And then this, on the day that she died:
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>[START]
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>Truth Seeking Missile:  Circling the Globe in Defense of Truth, 
>Justice & Freedom
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>March 12, 2002
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>FIRE TWENTY-SEVEN!
>
>POGROM
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>MacKenzie Paine
>
>For so many years I thought POGROMS only happened to Jews. I thought 
>that only Gentiles were so cruel and unjust, especially Germans.
>
>Well, dear Bully Busters, I have it on good word that my writings 
>must be effective. What else can explain the fact that no less than 
>600 men have been rounded up in the Deheiseh refugee camp, taken 
>away blindfolded and to an undisclosed location? Gee, I'm good. The 
>last word I had from you-know-who was that he was worried about me. 
>Hah!  He should worry. He's probably wearing plastic handcuffs and 
>standing in the freezing cold some place because of me. If he's 
>still alive.
>
>And then there are those who fear for my life if I go to Palestine 
>to cover the story first hand. I've never heard so many people tell 
>me to be a good mother and stay home. Granted they were all women 
>who haven't talked to my boys lately, but my maternal value sure 
>took a big jump all of a sudden.
>
>So okay. I'll be a good mother. I'll stay home to fix dinner while 
>600 men get slaughtered in a POGROM. I'll stay home and avoid the 
>dangers of a POGROM. I have no choice. I can't afford a POGROM this 
>week.
>
>But let the words ring loud and clear to those who are listening. 
>You don't round up 600 unarmed Palestinian men and get away with it. 
>Certain people around the world had better start worrying, because 
>the world is NOT going to stand still for THIS POGROM.
>
>Turn every one of those men loose right now, or start looking over 
>your shoulder. If you want an eye for an eye, I'll write till the 
>day I die.
>
>[END]
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>Those were Audre/Mackenzie's last words!  A few hours later she was dead!
>
>Germar Rudolf sent out this release the next day:
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>[START]
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>Dear Bully Busters!
>
>Yesterday, MacKenzie Paine, i.e., Audre Pinque, and her family 
>decided to go out for dinner. A Chinese restaurant in Huntsville was 
>the destination. So they all hopped into their car: Audre, her 
>father, her mentally challenged brother, and her two sons Anthony 
>and Jonathan.
>
>It was already dark at 6:30pm on that Tuesday, March 12th 2002, and 
>it was raining. Audre drove her family down East Limestone Road in 
>order to reach Highway 72 leading into Huntsville. The intersection 
>of East Limestone Road with Highway 72 lies in a small valley and 
>has no traffic lights, so oncoming cars can be spotted only 
>relatively late. Because of these poor conditions, Audre hesitated 
>to pull out from East Limestone Road to cross over to the other side 
>of Highway 72. But then, she dared it and crossed the street. Her 
>car was hit by a van coming from Huntsville at full speed. While the 
>van flipped over and landed on its roof, Audre's car got badly 
>deformed. Unfortunately, the impact was exactly at the driver's side.
>
>While Audre's sons and brother got away with bruises and small cuts, 
>Audre's father suffered some serious back injuries, hopefully 
>causing no lasting disabilities.
>
>The woman in the van suffered only uncomplicated injuries to one of 
>her legs, and her baby, which was securely strapped into a baby 
>seat, was unharmed.
>
>Audre herself died at the scene.
>
>Germar Rudolf
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>PS: Shortly after the sad news was revealed to the boys, Anthony 
>said: "Now I know how the Palestinians feel."
>
>[END]
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>Letter from Ghasan to Ingrid in somewhat broken English:
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>[START]
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>I am so shocked and saddened by the death of our friend Audre make 
>me speechless. Audre and I have been friends for over a year.  She 
>told me about you and how much she admired and appreciated you.  The 
>day before she died I spoke to her on the phone for over 4 hours. 
>She told me how good of a writer you were and how you and your 
>husband met each other. 
>
>Now reality told me that Audre is dead. 
>
>As you know, Audre and I have been working day and night on the 
>http://www.eagletear.com.  Now this web site is going to be 
>dedicated for our sweet friend and her sweet memory.
>
>I still have your 5 tears that you ordered from Audre. I will send 
>them to you when the military siege is over.  As you know we have 
>been under mil. siege in Bethlehem for over a week now and Audre the 
>only person in the world who was worried about us.
>
>Now she is gone but in my memory she will never be forgotten.  [A 
>friend] and I have formed a group of support for Audre and her sons 
>and family.  If there is anything we could do to help please let us 
>know.  I wish I could travel right now  to her funeral but we are 
>prisoners in our own land can't even go down the street. 
>
>The day before she died she asked me to call her on the phone. I 
>spoke to her for over 4 hours straight.  We talked about everything. 
>She told me that she wanted to taste the Palestinian olives and 
>olive oil and how she dreams of having a picnic under the 
>Palestinians olive trees.  She said  that she wanted to BUY LIFE 
>INSURANCE AND COME to Palestine with Jim the guy you wanted to 
>donate $500 as a support for the trip to the Holy Land as 
>journalist, but I told her there is nothing she could do if she came 
>here beside getting into fights at the check point.
>
>  I am thinking of making this web site her web site where I will 
>have all her truth seeking Missiles in it.  I told her son to save 
>all her writings and not to give to anyone.  She was working on 
>writing the Tears Book.  We called it American Eagle Tears - United 
>victims of Terror.  Our Motto was Hand in Hand Against TERROR AND 
>terrorism.
>
>I am glad I talked to her before she died for so long.  I did not 
>real BELIEVE that people like Audre EXISTED  in this world.  She was 
>a fine women and I believe that Humanity have lost one of her 
>daughters and we as Palestinian have lost a sister.
>
>Audre was a Martyr in my opinion.  She fought for truth and justice 
>and she died while she was still fighting for both.
>
>[END]
>
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>Audre was Audre - and how I will miss her!  So okay - Audre was 
>never a scholar.  She fought a brave fight with the meager resources 
>that she had - and meager they were!  She lived on the edge all the 
>time!  Not all that long ago, she tried to find a job with one of 
>the better-known organizations in our movement for a measly $400 a 
>month - and she was curtly dismissed because she wasn't "scholarly" 
>enough. 
>
>My heart just burns with anger that she, and people like Audre who 
>don't worship the ivory tower, are so misunderstood.  On the 
>Internet, there are not all that many activists who write without 
>constantly glancing over their shoulder if they are "scholarly" 
>enough - and certainly not those who, like Audre, believe in making 
>Revisionism REAL by taking a very urgent message to the broad 
>masses. 
>
>For some time now, I have been impatient with the pervasive tendency 
>among Revisionists to keep the Revisionist struggle politically 
>"neutral" - safely ensconced within the boundaries of scholarly 
>parameters.  I believe that the sterling scholarship that put 
>Revisionism on the world map - the forensic research, the 
>meticulously footnoted articles, the formal and often stuffy 
>conventions, the maps and charts and numbers game - were vital.  But 
>ONLY AS THE FUNDAMENTALLY IMPORTANT FIRST STEP! 
>
>I believe the time for that is past.  The job of scientifically 
>documenting that the so-called Holocaust is nothing but a pot of 
>crock has been completed.  Those results are readily available for 
>scrutiny.  We don't need to argue any more with every schlemiel and 
>shlomo who shrieks "Prove it!" with reams of minute "evidence" that 
>the entire story is a lie. 
>
>It's done.  Finis.  It's over. 
>
>What we now need to do is what Mackenzie did in her own way - in her 
>own limited way, I should add - which is to show that holding on to 
>that destructive myth is deadly!  The Bully has been given licence 
>to maim and rob and kill - because, supposedly, there was a 
>Holocaust.  We need writers who write from the heart.  We need 
>speakers who speak from the heart.  We need to leave the stuffiness, 
>the stodginess, the time-consuming chasing after footnotes behind 
>and move into the field of real action.  Audre may have been fuzzy 
>where Palestine was, but Audre knew the way to people's hearts and 
>followed it, unerringly. 
>
>Dr.  Alloush, upon receiving word of Audre's death, wrote in his eulogy:
>
>[START]
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>In the coming media and political battles against Zionists and their 
>supporters, Audre will be sorely missed.  To her brave, dynamic, and 
>friendly soul, I hereby bid a thousand Palestinian Arab salutes on 
>the behalf of all those who knew and appreciated her.  I am also 
>dedicating a pamphlet written in Arabic on historical revisionism 
>and the "Holocaust" to the memory of Mackenzie Paine.  May her soul 
>rest in peace.
>
>[END]
>
>=1FAudre did more for making revisionism real in the beleaguered, 
>bloodied Arab countries than any one of us!  Let no one sneer at 
>Audre's activism because she wasn't "scholarly" enough!  Her 
>passionate nature did not allow her to waste days and weeks 
>composing coiffed, blow-dried, footnoted articles to be submitted to 
>stuffy peer review while little boys and girls had their young eyes 
>shot out with Israeli rubber bullets.  Sie saw a need - and filled 
>it. 
>
>Imperfectly?  Perhaps.  So what?  My hat is off to her. 
>
>Ingrid
>
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>PART II
>
>That's what I wrote last month, right in the wake of Audre's death. 
>Now I want to tell you what I found in Alabama as we gathered for a 
>final farewell in a very nice, dignified church. 
>
>Ernst and I had left early, our hearts filled to the rim with 
>memories of our friend.  I had expected that, at the service, there 
>was only going to be a very small handful of us because Audre had 
>lived in the community for less than three months.  We were 
>surprised and comforted.  I would say that at least some 50 or 60 
>people were there.  We learned there was a safety net.  It is a 
>small community - but an old-fashioned one that cares.
>
>Three of the boys' teachers had come, as well as the principal and 
>even the school bus driver.  Her father, still very hurt from the 
>accident, came in a wheelchair - a griefstricken, broken man.  The 
>school had collected for a magnificent bouquet of flowers, and the 
>boys each put a smaller bouquet on each side.  The atmosphere was 
>low-key,  dignified.
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>Dr. Robert Countess, a Revisionist scholar who doubles up as 
>minister, gave a brief sermon, followed by "Amazing Grace" - a song 
>that moves me like no other song on earth.  That's when I started 
>crying. 
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>Next, Germar Rudolf spoke, as did Ernst Z=FCndel - telling of our 
>love, respect and deep appreciation for that remarkable girl, 
>Mackenzie Paine, who briefly but so passionately set cyberspace 
>aflame. 
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>When my turn came, I felt I would not be able to speak.  I knew that 
>it was going to be an emotional moment, and I had told Ernst that 
>all I would manage would be to read a short poem.  That's what I 
>did.  I barely could manage that - I was that overcome.
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>Someone had sent me the following poem from Europe, and with very 
>great difficulty I read it through my choking tears. 
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>This was my good-bye to my friend:
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>Do not stand at my grave and weep;
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>I am not there.   I do not sleep.
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>I am a thousand winds that blow,
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>I am the diamond glints on snow . . . .
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>I am the light on ripened grain,
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>I am the gentle autumn rain . . . .
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>When you awake in morning's hush,
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>I am the swift uplifting rush
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>Of quiet birds in circled flight,
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>I am  soft stars that shine at night . . . .
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>Do not stand at my grave and cry,
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>I am not there.   I did not die.
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