Peace and security · at 9 min · 3 mentions in this passage
Timor-Leste, joined with the vast majority of U.N. member states, to reaffirm our belief that the two-state solution is the only viable solution for Israelis to live in peace with themselves and with the Palestinians, and for the Palestinians to live in peace with themselves and with the Israelis. The risks are too high to continue an unstable status quo. The opportunity to better sit before us, and the choice is an international order: falling to pieces or rising to peace. Regarding Western Sahara, we welcome the Moroccan proposal and the recent Security Council resolution as an opportunity for dialogue. As with any situation of this nature, the people directly interested must be consulted on the future status. We hope that a just, comprehensive settlement is reached between Moroccan authorities and the Polisario Front. Excellencies, please take some time to look at the situation in Sudan, the worst humanitarian crisis in the world today. Look at the situation in South Sudan, Democratic Republic of Congo, Afghanistan, Myanmar, Yemen. These are not abstract. They are people. They are women. They are children, youth in their best years. They are parents. They are grandparents. And they are a grand jury of humanity, indicting us all, leaders and business, of death. For you have celebrated the tens of billions of dollars in profits from wars and deaths that you are accomplishers too. How is it that we can scroll past the end of the wall before finishing our coffee? How is it that a child pulling pieces of his family from the rubble has become a deadline, a headline so we quickly skip, a notification we silence? A Tuesday. Behind each of the dead is not a statistic. It is a mother who will spend the rest of her life searching for a face in a crowd that will never appear. It is a boy hiding in silence, learning before he can read that the wall outside his door wants him dead. It is a girl, pregnant by the man who came to destroy her home, carrying inside her both the violence done to her and the life she never shows. We tell ourselves we would never look away if we truly saw it. And yet we saw Rwanda and Bosnia happen right under U.N. watch. We see it every day, live in our pockets, in vivid color, and still, somehow, life goes on normally. We finish our meetings, we plan our weekends, we grow inure to the killings of Palestinians. This is not a lack of information. We are drowning in information. We can live. We can livestream as it all happens. This is a lack of feeling, a numbness we have allowed to settle over us like dust. All this happened before our eyes, but from the powers that can make the difference between life and death, there is no response. And worse, we witness diplomatic acrobatics to brush off the bombing of a school or a hospital, saying that it does not really violate international law because the terrorists, quote unquote, may be hiding in the basement of the building. I'm worried. Worried that we have started treating a catastrophe as something we can simply coexist with. Worried that the killing of civilians is casually being justified. Worried that total force now sounds more viable than diplomacy. This very institution was founded on a promise, all through the archives here. Resolutions say a ceasefire must hold, a border must not be crossed, a civilian must not be a target. Many of those promises remain unmet, raising concern that the phrase" never again" has lost meaning. I do not have a plan that will end a war by tonight. But I know this: numbness is not neutral. Silence is not safety. Every time we let the suffering of people become background noise, we let ourselves forget how small the distance really is, how little separates your daughter, granddaughter, niece from the girl in the refugee camp you saw on the news last night. How many children right now are learning that a wall at war is normality. The more we linger in this fog, the harder it becomes for the hiding child to believe the wall is not his enemy. These tragedies are not somebody else's tragedy.
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