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NYPress - Culture - Neal Pollack - Vol. 15, Iss. 17

Two days later, I was a correspondent for the People’s Liberation Speak-Out Gazette of Greater Wisconsin, and also several Indymedia websites. Before I left, I received an e-mail from Indymedia’s "truth minister," Subcomandante G. "Always write the truth," she said. "But submit it to us for approval first."

Their per diem sucked, and I had to give half my fee to Food Not Bombs, but I had arrived in Israel, and no one was going to keep me from my story.

"Take me to Ramallah!" I ordered my cab driver.

"No way!" he said.

Goddamn stuckup Israelis, I thought. Fine, then. I’d just walk to the West Bank. It was a nice spring day, and besides, all the other cars seemed to be on fire.