London, United Kingdom
1945
In the preceding July of that year, the British Labor Party won control of Parliament with a 12 percent swing in their favor; a total seat gain of 239. Clement Atlee appointed Hugh Dalton, representing Bishop Auckland, as Minister for Foreign Affairs.
At that time, Mr. Dalton was reviewing some memorandums that have been piling up on his desk; they described the concerning situations regarding relations with the United States, the Soviet Union, and other nations in Europe, Asia, and the Americas.
It served as a somewhat pleasant distraction when he was reminded that an appointment was scheduled, however brief, with Chaim Weizmann, President of the Zionist Organization.
"Good morning," he greeted with an undeliberate weary smile and remarked in an equivalent verbal manner, "take a seat." Weizmann complied, sitting down at the seat besides the end of the long table; Dalton assumed the latter.
"The situation is dire." announced Weizmann, whatever his tone of voice substituting for melodrama. "I'm afraid so," concurred Dalton, "and I assure you that this Government wishes to do all that it can to resolve this issue."
"Yes, yes," he responded more informally, "but with all due respect, sympathies will do no one any good." he paused. "We are both aware of how tiresome many have grown these past months."
Indeed, first the Irgun recommenced their activates against the British authorities in Palestine, and it appeared that the Haganah may soon themselves lose patience and take action.
"I want to deescalate tensions in Palestine, just as anyone else. But it is my responsibility," he explained, "to avoid appearing to take a side, in any way, or else condemn the people to more resentment and violence."
Weizmann nodded. "But something must be done; ineptness will only allow such an effect to occur." Dalton leaned back, his lips locked as an exhaustive sigh was attempted.
"The prospect," he begun, "of a commission inquiring as to possible resolutions to the situation; should it prove active enough?" Weizmann thought for a moment, itching at his eyebrow.
"What sort of commission?" he clarified. "Headed by an impartial voice, but composed of representatives of the parties involved; the head in question would, of course, be selected pending the approval of those parties."
"So in a way a conference?" Dalton nodded, conceding "I suppose." Weizmann, once again, gestured as did the Minister. "I believe that would service all involved, to an extent."
"And this, should the Prime Minister agree, can be held within the next few months; I do believe that you and your colleagues could be of much assistance in preparations for the holding of this commission."
"Of course." Dalton got up, and Weizmann followed. The two shook hands. "We will discuss this further." said the guest as he exited the office. What Mr. Dalton did not know what that Mr. Weizmann had made close acquaintance with a young man, by the name of Aubrey Eban.