In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
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IN SEARCH OF E NEMI ES<br />
car he apologized for the problem at the airport, adding, "The bastards<br />
are bloody difficult."<br />
"Why didn't you get the proper customs clearances," I asked,<br />
"and meet me at the airport?"<br />
"St. Martin wanted to take care <strong>of</strong> it himself-show 'em he knows<br />
the president, I guess."<br />
Had St. Martin set me up? It was a machiavellian thought, but<br />
such events in defense <strong>of</strong> <strong>CIA</strong> "territory" were common enough.<br />
St. Martin's huge villa, twenty minutes from the embassy, had<br />
been used by Kinshasa station chiefs dating back to Larry Devlin,<br />
when he ran the Congo program in the early sixties. I had slept in<br />
its guest rooms several times over the years.<br />
The foyer, where Jimmy set my bag, was as large as the living<br />
room <strong>of</strong> most American homes. Beyond was a vast space with three<br />
separate clusters <strong>of</strong> furniture, rather like a hotel lobby. That was the<br />
living room. A wall <strong>of</strong> french windows opened onto the $40,000<br />
swimming pool, which another COS had added at government expense<br />
in 1968. The right wing <strong>of</strong> the house included four or five<br />
bedrooms, each with its own bath. On the left were the dining room,<br />
kitchen, pantry, and servants' quarters. Altogether there were six<br />
bathrooms, including the one in the additional servants' quarters in<br />
the yard. The villa was cooled by a dozen air conditioners, mounted<br />
in the walls.<br />
The rent and utility bills for all this, I had heard, came to $40,000<br />
a year, initially paid by the embassy, reimbursed by the <strong>CIA</strong>. <strong>In</strong> the<br />
<strong>CIA</strong> view, such luxurious accomodations were necessary to give the<br />
station chief sufficient presence in the comm unity; I had <strong>of</strong>ten wondered<br />
if the U.S. taxpayer would agree. Did the American public<br />
visualize its cold warriors doing their work in the back alleys <strong>of</strong> the<br />
world?<br />
St. Martin hurried out to greet me. He was <strong>of</strong> medium height,<br />
slender, with greying hair. His eyes sparkled, but the stresses <strong>of</strong> case<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficering and the attendant cocktails, cigarettes, and long hours<br />
were reflected in the lines and shadows <strong>of</strong> his face.<br />
Jerking his head back toward the living room he indicated that a<br />
meeting was in progress. I could see an African sitting on one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
s<strong>of</strong>as. St. Martin led me to the door <strong>of</strong> the hall and pointed to a<br />
bedroom. Would I please make myself at home and come out when<br />
I was refreshed.