Terrorist handmaiden Rachel Corrie — accidentally bulldozed (what a pity) while trying to protect a terrorist weapons-running tunnel in the “Palestinian” territories — has, of course, been made into a saint by anti-Semites around the world.

Now, there’s a play in London glamorizing her life. Tom Gross, in The Jerusalem Post, puts things in perspective:

My Name Is Rachel Thaler is not the title of a play likely to be produced anytime soon in London. Thaler, aged 16, was blown up at a pizzeria in an Israeli shopping mall. She died after an 11-day struggle for life following the February 16, 2002 attack when a suicide bomber approached a crowd of teenagers and blew himself up.

She was a British citizen, born in London, where her grandparents still live. Yet I doubt that anyone at London’s Royal Court Theatre, or most people in the British media, have heard of her. “Not a single British journalist has ever interviewed me or mentioned her death,” her mother, Ginette, told me last week.

Thaler’s parents donated her organs for transplant (helping to save the life of a young Russian man), and grieved quietly. After the accidental killing of Rachel Corrie, by contrast, her parents embarked on a major publicity campaign. They traveled to Ramallah to accept a plaque from Yasser Arafat on behalf of their daughter.

Well, that’s two less terrorists than we had in 2003.