More than 50 years ago, my mother and father both worked for the U.N. It was in Germany immediately after the Second World War. My father had spent the entire war in a German Slave Labor camp, having been taken as a young teenager from his home in Yugoslavia (as he says, "If not for Mr. Hitler, I may have never seen Germany."). My mother was working in a civilian capacity, attached to the British Army.
Because of the fact that my father spoke 5 or 6 languages fluently, and since there were millions of DP's (displaced persons) wandering the European continent with no home to return to, the United Nations Relief Organization (UNRO) served a vital function. Many of these people were in the process of trying to reunite with family members, or just find out what the fate was of lost family members. Anyone possessing the language skills of my father was in high demand, for obvious reasons.
My mother had a high ranking administrative position and was very familiar with the workings of the British Army. She was working with them and the new U.N. in an attempt to aid in the the reconstruction of a war torn Europe (she was also present at the Nuremberg Trials, and has given me some fascinating first person accounts).
To my reckoning, that's the last example I've ever heard about the U.N. getting something right. Once the dust settled and most of these folks either re-settled back to their country of origin, or in the case of what was left of Euorpean Jewery, relocated to Israel, the U.N. quickly became what it is today: a group of self congratulatory, impotent, socialist windbags, whose major goals are to shake down the United States for as much dough as possible, derail any constructive reforms lead by the United States, and finally to enjoy "living large" in New York City, while their fellow countrymen live out their lives in their 2nd or 3rd rate countries.
I don't remember what Monty Python movie had this scene, but as a castle was being stormed from the front gates, a guard looks down on them, and spitting strongly says in a heavy French accent "Ah speet in yahr direct-shun!" Exactly.
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