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In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell

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[112) IN SEARCH OF ENEMIES<br />

come back. While I was in Kinshasa, I was in a difficult position,<br />

having no control over my schedule, my transportation, and my<br />

lodging. On the ground here, St. Martin was god. While it would<br />

never do for me to return to headquarters with only a superficial<br />

understanding <strong>of</strong> the FNLA, it was equally important to maintain<br />

the amenities. <strong>In</strong> any contest St.· Martin would win. Colby, Nelson,<br />

and Potts were sure to support their station chief.<br />

The FNLA headquarters occupied a block-sized compound not<br />

far from the embassy. It was surrounded by a high, bare brick wall.<br />

<strong>In</strong> front <strong>of</strong> a sheet-iron gate stood a solitary guard in a shapeless<br />

uniform. He held an old-looking FAL automatic rifle. Only after<br />

considerable name-dropping were we permitted inside.<br />

The inner compound was crowded with small brick buildings,<br />

their screenless wooden doors and windows unpainted and in many<br />

cases splintered and broken. Between the buildings ran narrow dirt<br />

drives and walkways. The compound, I guessed had once been used<br />

by a small trucking company or perhaps a produce wholesaler. Dozens<br />

<strong>of</strong> people bustled from building to building, some wearing the<br />

grey green uniforms <strong>of</strong> war, others in civvies and barefoot. For every<br />

soldier there seemed to be several women and children. The sultry<br />

air carried the smell <strong>of</strong> cassava root and open sewage. A truck laden<br />

with people growled slowly through the gate, followed by a jeep filled<br />

with soldiers.<br />

The FNLA was rooted in the Kongo tribe. Once the greatest tribe<br />

<strong>of</strong> the west African flank, when the Congo was splintered in the<br />

nineteenth-century partitioning <strong>of</strong> Africa, the Kongo gave its name<br />

to the Belgian Congo, the French Congo, and the mighty Congo<br />

River. Portuguese slave traders conquered the tribe, and hundreds<br />

<strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> its sons and daughters were part <strong>of</strong> the flow <strong>of</strong> slaves<br />

to Europe, Brazil, and North America. Despite subjugation by the<br />

Portuguese, the Bakongo migrated freely across the superimposed<br />

colonial borders, following economic opportunities and fleeing oppression.<br />

<strong>In</strong> 1878 the Baptist Missionary Society (BMS) <strong>of</strong> London was<br />

received in Sao Salvadore, the historic capital <strong>of</strong> the Kongo nation,<br />

by the Kongo king, Dom Pedro V. Thirty years later a BMS interpreter,<br />

Miguel Neca9a, became the father <strong>of</strong> the modern Kongo<br />

liberation movement. He was followed by other mission-educated<br />

Kongo activists, who struggled to gain control <strong>of</strong> the Kongo chieftainship,<br />

only to be thwarted as the Portuguese succeeded in main-

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