4/5/01
Behind
the Scenes at the UN
The
world assembly works tirelessly at resolving
global issues -- namely, condemning Israel.
"An emergency? I'll be right there,"
the Paraguayan ambassador to the UN told the
caller.
This better be very important, grumbled
Indonesia's UN ambassador as he got into his
limo.
"Honey, wake up! I have to go to
the office, something's happened," the
Bermuda ambassador to the UN told his wife.
"Must be really big, or why would they
be calling at 3 in the morning?"
The Latvian ambassador put down the phone
and immediately called the Tahiti ambassador.
"Did you hear?" Of course he heard;
every representative of the world's 188 member
nations was summoned by the frantic call. "It
could only mean one thing," Tahiti told
Latvia, a tremor in his voice. "War. World
War Three. Why else would they call us at this
hour?"
(It would turn out the reason was much
worse.)
The speeding Pakistani limo cut in front
of the Indian limo on the way to the UN building,
and a war very nearly did break out right there
on the streets of New York. But within an hour,
188 ambassadors had arrived.
Speculation was rife.
Very rife.
A man approached the microphone, and
a buzz raced through the hall: it's the Palestinian
ambassador to the UN!
"Unspeakable tragedy," he blurted.
He trembled. Then he fainted.
The ambassadors were hushed. One word
pulsated in their minds: Israel!
Then two more words came to mind, with
miraculous coincidence at the very same moment,
to each of the diplomats: Excessive Violence.
... Automatically followed by: Disproportionate
Response.
(Look, diplomats are individual thinkers
representing staunchly independent nations whose
very sovereignty would be compromised if anyone
tried to influence their strictly autonomous
policies. It would be unjust to suggest a herd
mentality, but just as ice makes one think of
the word "cold," Israel immediately
brings to mind the words "Excessive Violence"
and "Disproportionate Response" in
each and every impartial person.)
"Let's vote on it now!" shouted
Belgium.
The Palestinian, revived, was helped
to his feet. Feebly, obviously crazed with grief,
he forced out the words. "Holocaust,"
he said hoarsely. "My people are ... are
being ... ex ... exterminated. It has begun.
The final solution to the Palestinian problem.
You must stop the murderous Zionists now!"
"Damn Jews!" the United Kingdom
snarled, and who could disagree?
Well, except for Micronesia. "Uh,
I don't think --"
"SHUT UP!" the rest of the
world roared.
The Palestinian could have left it at
that. But no.
Gaining strength, he continued with the
horrific news.
"Pregnant women, innocent babies,
Christian priests, even a little boy from my
village, the Israeli terrorists have spared
no one. You can't imagine. My own, aged mother..."
Germany was white with rage.
The world community had heard enough.
"It is time to act, once and for
all!" France exclaimed.
But Palestine was not finished.
"What is this world coming to?"
he sobbed to, essentially, the world. "The
United Nations must hate my people, truly. Palestinians
have been oppressed since the time of Adam and
Eve, and still we have no country!"
"Throw the Jews into the sea,"
cried one, which was a bit much, but it was
Syria who said it, so what could you expect?
No one said anything.
"I say we decide here and now on
the establishment of the new, democratic State
of Palestine," roared Austria, "and
the hell with protocol!"
From Afghanistan to Zimbabwe, their approval
rang out.
Except for Micronesia. He cleared his
throat. "Now, hold on a sec--"
"SHUT UP!"
The Palestinian took out his pistol and
fired a shot into the ceiling.
"Shh!"
"Let the honorable representative
from Palestine speak!"
He could hardly get out a word through
the sobs. "It would be fine and good to
have our own country, finally, after 2,000 years
of waiting," he rasped. "But your
promises are empty. My infant daughter, suckling
at her mother's breast in a holy mosque, ya'ani,
may be murdered this very moment by barbaric
settlers. While you talk, talk, talk, there
is mass slaughter."
"And excessive violence and disproportionate
response," Nicaragua called out helpfully,
which brought on a big cheer, not only because
everyone agreed with him, but because the Nicaraguan
had just begun to learn English, and these were
the first words he learned to say.
It was by now well known that the Israeli
genocide of the innocent, peace-loving Palestinians
was under way -- "They do not even have
the decency to first put us in concentration
camps," the aggrieved Arab pointed out
-- because highly respected Palestinian officials
had said so.
(They were lying, of course, and everyone
knew that, but these were diplomats, and it
would have been unthinkably indecent to accuse
the Palestinians of lying.)
Palestine was still not finished, which
was foolish, because what more could he say?
Plenty. And too much.
"They say we are all terrorists!
Does anyone here believe I am a terrorist?"
Nobody said yes. "Aha, so another Zionist
lie is proven. I personally know many, many
Palestinians, and not even one has ever harmed
a fly, or beat his wife. Jewish brutality has
a long and vicious history, and it continues
even until this very hour, as I am sure you
have heard."
Frankly, nobody had, because they were
all asleep.
"What have they done now?"
Lithuania demanded.
The Palestinian paled. "They ...
uh --"
"They used excessive force?"
Canada suggested helpfully.
"Yes, that's it, excessive force.
And disproportionate response. Against unarmed
children."
A murmur ran through the hall.
"And racism."
Did he say racism?! This was more
than they could bear. Pandemonium broke out.
A dozen new UN resolutions were now being formulated.
The civilized world, Iraq pointed out, would
not tolerate this.
The Palestinian, emboldened, was not
about to let it go at that. He quickly checked
his mental list.
"We are starving, I tell you, and
the Zionist settlers are building Burger Kings
all over our land, even on holy Moslem al-Aksa!
That is why we are maybe throwing a few stones
at their tanks, because what can we do when
they spread hoof and mouth disease to us, and
give our little girls aphrodisiac gum and then
kidnap them for terrible experiments while dropping
mustard gas on our homes and then say that we
are the terrorists!"
OK, it wasn't true, but this was
the UN, and he was the honorable representative,
so what could anybody say?
Not that Micronesia didn't try.
"But --"
"SHADDAP!!"
"-- But don't you think," he
soldiered on, "it would be fair to permit
Israel to respond to the charges of the, uh,
honorable ambassador?"
Funny, no one had thought to invite Israel.
But it didn't really matter, because
everyone knew that Israel would respond predictably
with barefaced innocence and furthermore accuse
the Palestinians of heaven knows what, which
would have enraged all mankind, so in fact by
not inviting the ambassador they spared Israel
a lot of embarrassment.
"Well, what have they done
now?" Belgium demanded. Whatever it was,
they were going to break relations with Israel,
that's for sure.
"Tell us!" a chorus arose.
"They -- they ..." Conveniently,
the Palestinian swooned again.
Well! It must have been really excessive,
and very disproportionate.
And it was.
"Our Mecca ..." the half-crazed
Palestinian cried. "The Israelis ... forbidden
access to ... no one is allowed..."
Denmark was formulating a draft censure
(filling in the blanks on the standard UN anti-Israel
censure form), and needed a few facts (optional).
"Then, the Israelis are barring the Palestinians
from praying at the Aksa Mosque?"
"No, worse! The Israelis are barring
Israelis from playing at the Jericho casino.
It is economic terrorism, I tell you, they are
imposing poverty on us. We even promised not
to kill their Jewish gamblers, but still they
are stiff-necked, which proves who wants peace
and who wants war."
The resolution condemning Israel for
crimes against humanity passed by a vote of
187-0 (Micronesia's vote was discounted, due
to a technicality), followed by another unanimous
vote, condemning Israel for ruining a good night's
sleep.