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
Chris Hedges: Letter to the Children of Gaza
“We have failed you. This is the awful guilt we carry. We tried. But we did not try hard enough.” — Chris Hedges