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 ENEMIES<br />
"I'll walk back to the embassy. Or catch a cab. Or maybe one <strong>of</strong><br />
these nice people will take me to lunch. I've got a job to do and not<br />
much time to do it. Please .. . Just go back to the <strong>of</strong>fice ... Tell St.<br />
Martin everything will be fine. At the latest I will be at his house<br />
before two, to meet Roberto."<br />
He started the motor again and drove briskly out the gate, with<br />
an I'm-going-to-tell-my-daddy look on his face.<br />
I found <strong>John</strong>ny Eduardo, the FNLA second in command, in an<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice, trapped by a dozen people who were contending loudly for his<br />
attention. Seated behind a bare table, looking hot and uncomfortable,<br />
Eduardo acknowledged my arrival with a nod, but made no effort to<br />
rise. I was barely able to squeeze forward and shake his hand. There<br />
was no chance I could make myself heard over the din. We shrugged<br />
at each other and I elbowed my way back out. Eduardo was reported<br />
to be less tolerant <strong>of</strong> the Americans even than Roberto, whose arrogance<br />
was notorious. No matter that we were bankrolling their war,<br />
Eduardo would continue to resent us.<br />
So much for the FNLA headquarters, I thought ruefully, feeling<br />
the noontime heat as I walked out <strong>of</strong> the compound.<br />
What would I find at the FNLA front north <strong>of</strong> Luanda? We were<br />
gambling s14 million that the FNLA fighting organization would be<br />
more impressive than its Kinshasa headquarters.<br />
Holden Roberto arrived at St. Martin's at five. While we waited,<br />
Bubba Sanders scurried in, trailed by Raymond Chiles. They had<br />
slipped into Kinshasa that morning to launch the FNLA propaganda<br />
effort, using Kinshasa newspapers. Filled with ideas, they already<br />
seemed to know their way around. They dropped names and spoke<br />
in half-sentences, as though they had worked in IAFEATURE before,<br />
and I guessed they had, many times, in other countries, with different<br />
players.<br />
Holden Roberto was trailed by four aides and staffers. We rose to<br />
meet them. Taller than the others and wearing an exquisitely tailored<br />
Zairian bush jacket, Roberto was a dominant but rebarbative figure.<br />
His n1outh turned slightly down in an expression <strong>of</strong> permanent disapproval.<br />
His negative impact was compounded by small, darkly tinted<br />
glasses which he never took <strong>of</strong>f. I could sense no warmth, although<br />
he addressed me politely enough. Bubba and Ray would have some<br />
difficulty producing a sympathetic propaganda photo.<br />
Born in Sao Salvadore, Angola, on January 12, 1923, Roberto was