save the silverware!
I was just sitting here reading the news, when I burst into tears. I couldn't help myself. I was torn up inside.
My husband came running in to the living room. As soon as he saw what I was crying about, he started crying as well. We both felt bad. I mean, we do value the hunger pains of starving U.N. workers, but...the silverware. What a disaster.
Hunger pains can apparently turn even the most upstanding diplomat into a looter. At noon on Friday, food workers at the U.N. headquarters walked off their jobs, calling a wildcat strike. The result: none of the U.N.'s five restaurants and bars was staffed. The walkout left thousands of U.N. employees scrounging for lunch — eventually, the masses stripped the cafeterias of everything, including the silverware.
The U.N. knew this was going on but did nothing. Our troops were too busy with other things to stop the looting. And really, what is more important? Kofi Annan's stomach or the souffles and casseroles and bottles of Jack Daniels?
It's a hard choice to make, I know. What would I have done if I was there? Faced with the dilemna of saving the U.N. linens from the crowd of looters or making sure Dominique de Villepin had lunch, I don't know what I would choose.
One person goes hungry and the tragedy affects those who have to deal with that person. One piece of linen or bottle of champagne is lost, and the loss affects us for generations to come.
Anyone who thinks we are in control of the U.N. is crazy. There is no civil order there. When people are hoarding the knives and forks and tuna sandwiches, there is no order. Our loss is theirs. We suffer with them. I only wish I was there to offer myself as a martyr so we would never know the loss of those beautiful coffee spoons.