Dear child, It is past midnight. I am flying at hundreds of miles an hour in the darkness, thousands of feet over the Atlantic Ocean. I am traveling to Egypt. I will go to the border of Gaza at Rafah. I go because of you. You have never been in a plane. You have never left Gaza. You know only the densely packed streets and alleys. The concrete
克里斯·赫奇斯:给加沙儿童的信
“我们让你失望了。这是我们所背负的可怕的罪恶感。我们尝试过。但我们还不够努力。” ——克里斯·赫奇斯
作者 Chris Hedges
