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 />
effect today's operations would have on tomorrow's world.<br />
As a young <strong>of</strong>ficer I had thought <strong>of</strong> the division chief in those<br />
terms, presuming that everything he did, even some inane, drunken<br />
instruction that I learn an obscure African dialect, must be part <strong>of</strong><br />
The Plan, rather the way it worked in Le Carre or Fleming's novels.•<br />
Now I could see that Potts wasn't "M.'' And Colby clearly wasn't<br />
either-he was only a disciplined, amoral bureaucrat, who fawned<br />
over the politicians and game-players on the hill. Kissinger was<br />
half-genius perhaps, and half-clown; he appeared to be the mastermind,<br />
but consider his Angolan policy. Bobby Fischer would never<br />
have blundered the Angolan pawn, even if his mind were focused on<br />
the queens and rooks <strong>of</strong> our rivalry with the Soviets.<br />
Even Shirley Temple Black, the ambassador to Ghana, had some<br />
useful thoughts on the subject. <strong>In</strong> October 1975 she returned to<br />
Washington on consultations, and had lunch in the <strong>CIA</strong> executive<br />
dining room, after meeting with the director. Carl attended the<br />
luncheon and returned impressed. "That's a lot <strong>of</strong> woman," he said.<br />
Carl told us she had complained that no one seemed to be coordinating<br />
America's overall policy in African affairs, no one was<br />
considering what the Angola program might do to our relations with<br />
Ghana, or other countries like Nigeria and Tanzania. She pointed<br />
*British spy novels represent their intelligence organizations as being directed by a<br />
faceless genius who, from an easy chair in his gentlemen's club gives a studied order<br />
which launches operations, that move across continents for months until a planned<br />
confrontation occurs and the desired objective is achieved, none <strong>of</strong> which is fully<br />
understood by the chain <strong>of</strong> operatives involved. Only " M'' knows from the outset,<br />
like Bobby Fischer launching a fifteen-move gambit, what the true objective is and<br />
how it will materialize, out <strong>of</strong> the chaos <strong>of</strong> the operation itself, in the final drama.<br />
This is the unreality, the fiction <strong>of</strong> British fiction, which separates their novels from<br />
the bureaucratic realities <strong>of</strong> the modern intelligence business. <strong>CIA</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficers escape<br />
into The Spy Who Came in from the Cold with the same enthusiasm as the average<br />
reader. That's the way the intelligence business should be.<br />
However, not all British spy novels are appreciated by the <strong>CIA</strong>. I was once quietly<br />
reprimanded by the senior instructor down at the "Farm" when I recommended<br />
that all student case <strong>of</strong>ficers be required to read The Looking-Glass War. Its story<br />
was too close to real life: a pointless little operation, run solely because an army<br />
intelligence unit remembered it still had a World War II charter to run agent<br />
operations. The agent ignominiously dies, but in the final pages the intelligence<br />
chiefs walk away, blithely planning their next operation. After all they still have<br />
their charter, don't they?