Memories of Marie


Marie Colvin made a very deep and lasting impression on all of us: her family, her friends, her colleagues, her international audience, and the innumerable victims of war, repression and disaster for whom she bore witness.

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On this memorial wall, Marie’s friends and supporters share their memories of Marie.

Just thinking of you.

I did not know you but I was a huge admirer of your work and your bravery. I, like so many Sunday Times readers, learnt so much from you and we miss your words and your fierce honesty. I have been thinking about you alot in recent weeks as I have watched the news. You made me aware of the true injustice and the dangers of what was happening in Syria and I think your reports are as important now as they were then. You showed us courage and determination and you are remembered and greatly missed.

wish her extraordinary spirit can be a shining light in the career of young journalists

I am just an ordinary sudent who study journalism. Ever since I saw the coverage of Marie, she is an idle and learning model for our young journalist. I admire her courage and her determination in her career. I wish every journalist can have this kind of determination to do things in their career, also carry om Marie’s spirit and committement.

Hometown Colvin Family Admirer

On this two year anniversary of the passing of Marie Colvin, I am moved to pay tribute. This present day rocked me and lulled me through the bucolic roads of what is beautiful Oyster Bay – East Nowich; home of the free and land of the brave.

I had the privilege of bringing my 86 year old Mother to historical Plantinfg Fields Arboretum. My 15 year old daughter more than accompanied me. We enjoyed the camellia exhibit. Free parking, free admission, free smiles for the taking in the beautiful sunshine. No one had their hand out, and if a hand was out it was in comraderie. Can I be of help? This was me last year. I remember when. Been there. A telling tale in each kind face. They too had paid homage to their aging, ailing parent. They held back their pain for me as they know what lies ahead. They reached out their helping hand in a show of solidarity.

By 5:00 this evening the winding roads lead me to childhood parish of St Dominic Church in Oyster Bay. Just before entering the church for mass I put my arm on the shoulder of a familiar woman. Mrs. Rosemarie Colvin smiled at me and mouthed my name as I reintroduced myself. She was quick to let me know that today was the anniversary of her daughter Marie’s death. I was at a loss for words. Mrs. Colvin had been one of my student council advisors in high school. I fumbled momentarily and than assured us both that we were both meant to be at this mass.

Mass was beautiful. The homily inspiring. The songstress divine. Her rendition of Ave Maria pierced the soul. Mass ended to the strains of “Let There Be Peace On Earth”.

Let there be peace on Earth. The peace that was meant to be. And let it begin with you and me. As was the vision of Marie Colvin and as was taught to her by her mother, Rosemarie Colvin.

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Love to you Cat. Always. Martha

I really miss her.

You and your story will be on the theater stages of Iran.

Dear “fireman for a world”
I’ve read most of your articles and of course your last reports from Homs,Syria.
I am writing your story with your own words as a monologue for theater stages of Iran. We are working on a great play about these horrible happenings with real characters and true stories. This is our duty, and it’s my pleasure to write your last moments in that building. “The public have a right to know what our government, and our armed forces, are doing in our name. Our mission is to speak the truth to power.” I will never forget these words of you. and guess what? It is worth it.

Thank you , Rest in peace.
Ouldooz Pirniya

Inspired me to my future career choice!

I have loved reading and writing my entire life. However its only been the last six or seven years that I have realized I want to become a journalist. I want to be out there, put my life on the line to give a voice to those who don’t have a voice. My biggest hero and inspiration was Marie Colvin! She lost so much to her career before her death but still kept doing what she did. I may not have known her in person but I will miss her and I hope one day I can make her proud!

I Only Met Her Twice…

…and neither time in person. I met Marie through the words and eyes of her sister Cathleen…Cat. On those two occasions that Cat spoke of Marie her eyes lit up and she spoke with a voice full of love, wonderment, and joy. She didn’t speak about her for very long, but the message was clear.

Through Cat I met Marie twice and I’ll never forget it. The world as lost a superb journalist and greatly loved sister.

Photojournalist Alexandra Avakian recalls friend and mentor

Dear family of Marie,

Marie was my mentor and close friend from 1988-1996, after which I stopped photographing conflict after shattering my knee on assignment.

She was wonderful in so many ways. We had recently found each other again.

I’m so sorry she did not meet me in Oman for a story I asked her to join me on about sailing there.
I wrote this a couple days after her death:

“I am utterly sad that my old friend, mentor, and traveling companion of days gone by — the legendary war correspondent Marie Colvin — has died under fire in Homs, Syria, while reporting for the Sunday Times of London, her newspaper. I owe her undying gratitude for her influence on my career early on, and our unforgettable times together: especially in Tunis, Libya, Iraq, Iran, Jerusalem and the West Bank. We recently spoke of meeting in Oman soon. I’m so sorry. Love to you Marie.”

You may also want to read my blog post for Oct. 20, 2011, with a story about me and Marie, flying into Libya on Yasser Arafat’s plane and meeting with Colonel Qaddafi. See also our New York Times Magazine cover story for that journey, which was our first together.

Thank you, Alexandra Avakian

She lived up the hill from me as kids

She was one who stood alone. In that I mean she was outstanding in my memory from early on. We went to grammar school through high school. Marie had a quiet kindness that is my memory. Oddly I remember her walk, yes strange as this sounds. She walked with her fingers stuck in her front pockets taking short steps not long strides that she could easily have done. Marie was tall as am I. Had no contact since high school. Always held in esteem she was. Her humbled power will not go forgotten. Admired she is. May her journey be remembered… Mary Lou, Oyster Bay

Kosovo to Homs, via Vanni

On behalf of all Tamils from Eelam, condolences to Marie’s mother, family and friends.

Marie was not an average journalist; she was brave, full of humanity and always reporting from the “other side,” else whe would have ventured into conflict areas such as Chechnya, Kosovo, Sierra Leone, Zimbabwe, Sri Lanka and East Timor. In doing so she put her life at great peril. Losing her left eye due to a blast by a Sri Lankan Army soldier while crossing from the LTTE controlled area to a Government controlled area did not deter her. She tried to mediate the surrender of senior LTTE personnel, but it ended in tragedy with them being murdered in cold blood. Today, the Sri Lankan government stands accused of human rights violations in relation to this murder and thousands of other murders. Marie’s evidence would have been crucial at winning a judgement against the Rajapaksa brothers in an international court of law. Sadly, what the Sri Lankan army attempted to do in the Vanni in 2001, the Syrians completed in 2012 in Homs.

RIP Marie, you will always live in the hearts of the Tamils.

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