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number of subscribers remained low because of widespread piracy by UN officials, including the Secretary-General, then Boutros Boutros-Ghali. (Efforts to get paid proved fruitless; a copyright lawyer I consulted said there was no point in pursuing UN officials legally for they were notoriously beyond reach of the law.) So, in 1999 I gave up on the newsletter and began publishing UNDIPLOMATIC TIMES. With a controlled circulation to all diplomatic missions, Secretariat offices, journalists and representatives of non-governmental organizations at the UN, it was beyond piracy.
Working for the United Nations and covering it as an independent journalist have educated me about the very serious flaws of the organization, not least the utter lack of accountability of its senior staff. Politically, the United Nations is trapped in international power structures that are rigid, deeply cynical and corrupt beyond belief. Small criminal elites in a handful of countries protect international arrangements that allow the trafficking of drugs and arms, the money laundering "tax havens" that funnel profits into their own banks and hedge funds, and the terrorist organizations that do the work that once occupied colonial armies. Governments not directly involved in those activities have demonstrated a staggering lack of vision by not confronting those issues honestly. The United Nations itself has been corrupted from the top down by inserting incompetent men into the office of Secretary-General. These failures have been kept from public view by mass media that cover multilateral affairs as if it were a football game among different tribes, reporting how many goals were scored, who won and who lost. In reality, everyone has been on the losing side, for there is only one team: all of us, regardless of where we live, whether we are rich or poor, or what faith we profess. Indeed, we have to include all life as part of that team. As my forbears in ancient India put it, Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam: all creation is God's family.
Undiplomatic Times was liberated from its hard-copy existence when the impending renovation of the UN Headquarters building sent me off to India in 2008. It became first a blog and evolved into its current form in 2011. In mid 2015, after I returned to the United States, its focus broadened from the United Nations to world affairs generally. The change marked the realization that the UN is now in the same situation as the League of Nations in the 1930s, when the world was sliding from the Great Depression into the Second World War. The major difference between now and the 1930s is that if the world should slide into another unrestricted war there will be little time and perhaps no need to create a successor organization. The 60 to 80 million death toll of the last World War could be overshadowed in the first few hours of a nuclear war. The obvious lesson of this situation is that we must plan a new organization and set about transitioning to it now, before a full-blown crisis emerges. In 2016 I proposed how that could be done, and in 2017 refined it into a specific set of changes to replace the hierarchically organized United Nations with a globally networked organization, UN/Globenet.
As the pun in its name implies, Undiplomatic Times does not beat around the bush. The mix of straightforward reporting, commentary and analysis provides a unique perspective, often dramatically different from that found in mainstream media. That is a proud boast, but it has rendered the publication incapable of making money. In the hard copy, paid editorial inserts and advertising usually covered costs, but it was essentially a labor of love. In the online version it is entirely that, for there are no income streams. It has proved impossible to monetize because I seem to be in some sort of political quarantine. Both in India and in the United States faceless, invisible government agencies have let me know that my work is not welcome. People working for the world's largest democracies have made me as much of a nonperson as any resident of a tyrannical gulag.
Perhaps the most concrete part of that experience has been the total lack of response from readers. This site has not received a single comment since it went online in India in 2011 and after its 2015 relaunch in the United States: no email, no phone calls, not a single piece of mail, not even junk. Another aspect of my surreal situation is that statistics about visitors to this site tend to be extremely erratic. Go Daddy, my web host, can go from reporting over 9,000 visitors one month to weeks when it reports none at all. In May 2017, it entered a Twilight Zone in which the number of visitors actually declined. When I complained to Go Daddy a helpful agent suggested that I sign into Google Analytics. My first look at Google's stats were a shock: the cumulative number of visitors to the site was over 24 million. After I wrote of that on Facebook those numbers vanished and since then Google Analytics has been reporting zero hits in its weekly messages. However, Go Daddy continues on its whimsical path, reporting visitors in the thousands every month.
My imposed isolation has other faces. It is not just emails and phone calls from readers that do not reach me; my bank manager calling to close an account at my request does not get through. Her voicemail disappears without trace. As a result of this situation two books I've written over the last seven years, the result of five decades of research and thought, remain unpublished; literary agents and publishers simply do not respond; if they do, I do not get to see it. One agent did respond and was encouraging about the work, which she was "unable to represent." (You can read bits and pieces of the books here.)
My way of dealing with this situation has been to consider myself a political prisoner, held in the digital version of a medieval dungeon, a karmic situation that I cannot change. However, since the attentions of the State have escalated to insidious attacks on my health (switched medication that caused a hemorrhage being the most serious), I have begun to note them on my facebook page. I continue to publish hoping that at some point the universe will shift. The only way I will know of such a shift is if readers continue to write and I begin to get their dispatches. So please do write, even if you get no response.
Why do I bother? The four decades I have spent writing about international affairs have led to the firm conviction that if we want a peaceful world, it cannot be left to governments. Every individual has a responsibility to understand the basic unity of the world and to act in its defense. This web site is my bit to encourage such action. It seeks to demystify international issues and the United Nations System, to give readers information largely unavailable in corporate mass media.
In 1990, as part of a wave of "reform," the United Nations offered to buy out the contracts of staff who wanted to leave. I volunteered, and my bosses accepted with alacrity. In the emerging post-Cold War dispensation at the UN, my propensity to present the viewpoint of developing countries at staff meetings had become increasingly irksome.
For nearly a decade after quitting as a staff member, I put out a weekly newsletter on UN affairs, the International Documents Review. An eight pager turned out at a copy shop near the UN, and sold for $200 a year, it soon won a following. But the
The United Nations now is in the same situation as the League of Nations in the period before World War II. It needs radical reform and we have a detailed proposal on what can be done to create a successor organization, UN/Globenet.