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In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell

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<strong>CIA</strong> People Policies (83]<br />

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.

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