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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but now he's changed his mind again and we're getting Foster!"<br />
This was normal internal agency politics. Obviously Nelson had<br />
reversed himself just to make it clear that he wrote the EA division<br />
chiefs fitness report and not vice versa.<br />
Carl regarded me for a moment. "Foster will be a co-chief with<br />
you. We'll rotate you back and forth to the field. <strong>In</strong> fact, you know<br />
Kinshasa so well, and he's married, maybe we'll just transfer you to<br />
Kinshasa and he can run the task force back here. That might work<br />
out pretty good. Excuse me ... " He took a call on his phone while<br />
I tried to absorb all this.<br />
It is common policy in the agency for senior <strong>of</strong>ficers to bring<br />
people with them when they transfer from other divisions and to put<br />
them in choice slots. <strong>In</strong>evitably this means that the division's own<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficers are shunted aside. I had seen it happen <strong>of</strong>ten, although this<br />
was the first time it had struck me personally. I decided right away<br />
that under no circumstances would I work for Foster; if they wanted<br />
him to run the task force I would request another assignment. Given<br />
my reservations about the Angola program, I rationalized it would<br />
be a relief to be forced out <strong>of</strong> it. But two chiefs? That was inefficient,<br />
impractical, and to my knowledge unprecedented. I watched Carl<br />
talking into the phone, and waited to explain my views. But when<br />
he hung up he hurried out <strong>of</strong> the <strong>of</strong>fice and down the hall, mumbling<br />
that something had come up.<br />
Sunday, I read cable traffic and files until 2:00 P.M., then went<br />
jogging into Great Falls Park to an isolated rock formation which<br />
projected over a ravine a few hundred yards from the Potomac River.<br />
I wanted to think about the program, perhaps even decide to bow<br />
out. The job was shaping up, but the reservations were still there. The<br />
agency, it seemed to me, had embarked on a careless, no-win intervention<br />
in another Third World morass. The Angola program<br />
seemed doomed to fail and, moreover, was fraught with liabilities for<br />
the United States, the <strong>CIA</strong>, and for <strong>John</strong> <strong>Stockwell</strong>, the task force<br />
chief.<br />
I remembered what had happened to a friend <strong>of</strong> mine on the<br />
Cuban desk when a technical operation in Havana was wrapped up<br />
by the Cuban police. He wound up with a letter in his file, compliments<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Miami station chief, prohibiting any promotions for<br />
several years. Since such a letter would haunt him the rest <strong>of</strong> his<br />
career, he opted for early retirement and left the agency.