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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[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-