The Blogs: The Coven of Geneva: Where Curses Against Israel Rise and Truth Is Banished

In the grand cathedral of Geneva, where marble pillars rise like the ambitions of empires past, diplomacy dons its velvet mask, each resolution an incantation, each speech a woven spell. Here, curses hurled at Israel spiral in the air, returning to stain the hands of their conjurers, as if history itself refuses to forget the sorcerers from whom they came.

The Cauldron Of UNWRWA

Each year, the UN gathers to mix familiar ingredients: outrage, selective compassion, and a pinch of moral blindness. Out of this brew emerges UNRWA, the agency that was meant to heal wounds but instead keeps reopening them.
Reports show that its classrooms have been used to glorify those who fire rockets rather than build futures, and that staff linked to armed groups still draw UN salaries. It is a cauldron that refills itself—funded in the name of peace, yet sustaining a narrative that keeps generations locked in grievance.

I often wonder how an organization born from post-war hope learned to turn aid into ideology. Its banners proclaim relief; its textbooks whisper resentment. No magic trick hides the fact that an agency saturated with Hamas influence cannot claim neutrality. If the UN truly sought light, it would have closed this dark laboratory long ago.

The Spellcaster Of Geneva

Then comes the human face of this enchantment: the UN’s Special Rapporteur on the Palestinian Territories, Francesca Albanese. Her reports read like rituals dense, rhythmic, incantatory. But behind the legal phrases lies a chant that reduces Israel to a villain and excuses its aggressors. Analysts have traced her statements praising those who attack Israelis as “resisters,” her social posts dismissing antisemitism as a political tool, and her alliances with activists who view the Jewish state as a historical error. The evidence piles like spell ingredients on a table: ideology, indignation, and selective blindness.

When I read her latest report accusing Israel of genocide while barely mentioning Hamas atrocities, I heard not reason but invocation words meant to summon outrage rather than understanding. The power of such rhetoric is not in truth but in repetition; each paragraph is another charm meant to dazzle the indifferent and deceive the uninformed.

The Rabbi in the Chamber

And yet, in the chamber where these incantations echo, another voice rises—firm, measured, unwilling to be cursed. Israel’s ambassador, Danny Danon, answered the Rapporteur not with anger but with clarity. He reminded the hall that the report ignored every massacre, every hostage, every civilian murdered by Hamas.
He spoke of how the word genocide, born from the ashes of the Holocaust, had been twisted into a weapon against its very survivors. He accused no one of sorcery, yet the metaphor felt inevitable: every accusation cast toward Israel seemed to rebound, every curse to crumble in mid-air.

Danon’s rebuttal turned the scene into an allegory. In a hall where moral illusions often masquerade as justice, he sounded almost rabbinic—invoking conscience, history, and memory as shields against distortion. His closing thought lingered with me: when Israel is condemned for defending itself while its enemies are absolved for slaughter, truth must become its own defense counsel.

The Ancient Reversal

Watching this pageant repeat year after year, I cannot help but recall a line as old as Abraham: “Those who bless you I will bless, and those who curse you I will curse.” History has tested that sentence more than once. Empires that mocked the Jews are footnotes; peoples who sheltered them share in their survival. The pattern endures, whether one calls it providence or poetic justice. At the UN, the pattern feels almost theatrical. The more elaborate the condemnations, the clearer Israel’s resilience becomes. Each failed resolution, each lopsided report, each moral double standard only strengthens the contrast between accusation and reality. The curses fall like ash; the truth still stands.

The task is not for Jews alone. As Rabbi Jonathan Sacks reminded the world, “The hate that begins with Jews never ends with Jews.” My fellow Christians and all people of conscience must recognize this pattern and act, preferably before the next committee meeting, potluck, or diplomatic luncheon, to confront the spells of deceit and silence that feed it. For as Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson taught, “Darkness is not chased away with sticks; it is dissolved by light.” Yet in the echo chambers of power, light often arrives wearing sunglasses and a press release. And light, once revealed, can undo any curse provided it makes it through the PR department.

Here’s a conclusion with a sense of calm. Let them chant. Let them conjure. Every spell needs belief to work, and belief in the UN’s moral authority is fading fast.
Israel’s story, imperfect, embattled, enduring, requires no sorcery, only memory. And memory is the one force the coven of Geneva cannot command.