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Cherne wanted to send someone to see<br />

him in the future, he should give that person<br />

the coin for presentation to Morgan—a<br />

sign of trustworthiness.<br />

After Cherne left the hotel, with the<br />

coin and the recording of their conversation<br />

tucked away, he grew anxious that he<br />

had been spied upon. Why had he taken<br />

such a foolish risk? Cherne scribbled on<br />

paper what he had learned, put it in an<br />

envelope, and slipped it to a trusted friend<br />

in Havana. “Just in case I didn’t get out,”<br />

he recalled.<br />

Cherne returned to his hotel and remained<br />

in his room. The phone rang, but<br />

he did not answer it. “I heard footsteps<br />

outside my door, and I sweated freely,” he<br />

recalled. Finally, he rushed to the airport,<br />

waited an “interminable period,” and<br />

“wasn’t relieved until the plane took off.”<br />

On March 20th, Cherne went to<br />

C.I.A. headquarters—then a complex of<br />

shabby buildings on E Street, in Northwest<br />

Washington, D.C. A sign saying<br />

“U.S. Government Printing Office” had<br />

once hung out front, but, after President<br />

Eisenhower and his driver struggled to<br />

find the entrance, it was replaced with the<br />

C.I.A.’s emblem.<br />

Cherne was ushered through security<br />

and into the French Room, a conference<br />

space used by senior C.I.A. officials,<br />

where he met with the acting chief of the<br />

Western Hemisphere Division. Cherne<br />

debriefed him about his encounter with<br />

Morgan, which he considered one of the<br />

“most incredible and fascinating accidental<br />

exposures to political reality in my entire<br />

life.” The C.I.A. cultivates its own<br />

private language, and Cherne, who was<br />

identified in a classified document about<br />

Morgan simply as “HQS contact,” was<br />

serving as a spotter—someone who<br />

identifies a potential asset for recruitment.<br />

Cherne told the C.I.A. that Morgan<br />

could be very valuable, as he was on<br />

excellent terms with Castro. And Cherne<br />

passed on Morgan’s coin—the kind of<br />

object that the magician Mulholland<br />

called a “recognition signal.”<br />

A C.I.A. report concluded that Morgan<br />

had “KUCAGE possibilities.” In his<br />

1975 book, “Inside the Company,” Philip<br />

Agee, a former C.I.A. officer who turned<br />

against the agency and allegedly assisted<br />

Castro’s regime, revealed that KUCAGE<br />

stood for highly sensitive psychological<br />

and paramilitary operations. “They are action<br />

rather than collection activities,” Agee<br />

wrote. “Collection operations should be<br />

invisible so that the target will be unaware<br />

of them. Action operations, on the other<br />

hand, always produce a visible effect. This,<br />

however, should never be attributable to<br />

the C.I.A. or to the U.S. government.”<br />

Not long after Castro took power, the<br />

C.I.A. began to seek out action operators<br />

who could press the “magic button”: assassination.<br />

In addition to commissioning<br />

Mulholland’s manuals, the C.I.A.<br />

had created a document titled “A Study<br />

of Assassination.” After noting that the<br />

“morally squeamish should not attempt<br />

it,” the study laid out various techniques:<br />

The most efficient accident . . . is a fall of<br />

75 feet or more onto a hard surface. Elevator<br />

shafts, stair wells, unscreened windows and<br />

bridges will serve....The act may be executed<br />

by sudden, vigorous [lifting] of the ankles,<br />

tipping the subject over the edge.<br />

If the subject is deliberately run down,<br />

very exact timing is necessary and investigation<br />

is likely to be thorough....The subject<br />

may be stunned or drugged and then placed<br />

in the car, but this is only reliable when the<br />

car can be run off a high cliff or into deep<br />

water without observation.<br />

At the end of March, the C.I.A. authorized<br />

a background investigation of<br />

Morgan—“a.k.a. ‘El Americano.’ ” Its<br />

<strong>THE</strong> OVERHAUL<br />

Look—it’s the Lively,<br />

hauled out above the tide line<br />

up on a trailer with two<br />

flat tires. What—<br />

fourteen-foot? Clinker-built<br />

and chained by the stern<br />

to a pile of granite blocks<br />

but with the bow<br />

still pointed westward<br />

down the long voe,<br />

down toward the ocean<br />

where the business is.<br />

Inland from the shore<br />

a road runs, for the crofts<br />

scattered on the hill<br />

where washing flaps,<br />

and the school bus calls<br />

and once a week or so<br />

the mobile library;<br />

but see how this<br />

agents needed more “biographical data”<br />

before trying to recruit Morgan. On<br />

March 30th, the agency’s Central Cover<br />

Division requested that it be advised<br />

immediately when Morgan had been<br />

“activated.”<br />

Two weeks later, Castro arrived in<br />

Washington, D.C., on what he billed as<br />

a “good will” tour. President Eisenhower<br />

declined to meet with him, but, when<br />

Castro appeared in public, wearing his<br />

rumpled green fatigues and empty pistol<br />

holster, he was cheered by Americans<br />

who saw him as a folk hero. “Viva Castro!”<br />

they shouted.<br />

Around this time, as Aran Shetterly,<br />

the biographer, recounts, another curious<br />

guest appeared at the Hotel Capri. He<br />

was a reputed bagman for the Mob<br />

named Frank Nelson. The Mob feared,<br />

correctly, that Castro planned to shutter<br />

its casinos and night clubs. (“We are not<br />

only disposed to deport the gangsters, but<br />

to shoot them,” Castro later proclaimed.)<br />

Nelson said that a friend in Miami<br />

was interested in Morgan’s “services.”<br />

“In my services?” Morgan asked,<br />

confused.<br />

It was Nelson’s turn to look around<br />

60 <strong>THE</strong> NEW YORKER, MAY 28, 2012

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