1.HE OTHER SIllE O F DECEPTION / 187I reached the hotel just before eleven and managed to buy aMcDLT and a shake to go. I was so hungry I could have eaten theburger in the wrapping. After eating and taking a shower, I calledBella again. She told me that she was arriving in Washington .the dayafter tomorrow.I told her that I was going to change hotels and that I would pickher up from the airport. She was going to call me the next daybefore leaving for the airport, and I agreed not to leave this hoteluntil she did. I started to count the minutes. After I'd hung up, Itried sleeping, only to realize that I was too tired even to do that.When Bella called again at four A.M., I was still watching television.She was leaving for the airport, and Arik was going to take herthere. That was a surprise to me, since contact between ex-Mossadmembers and active workers was prohibited. You weren't expectedto ignore the person if you met him on the street, but neither wereyou to create a contact, not with the person or with members <strong>of</strong> hisimmediate family. There had to be something to the fact that Arikwas driving Bella to the airport. The phone, however, was not theproper tool on which to do the asking.I had a bad feeling that someone might be trying to play a dirtytrick. There was only one man to whom I could turn to see if thingswere as they appeared to be: Uri, my friend from Al. If there was anyoperation planned for the United States, at any time, he'd be the oneto know about it, and I was sure that I could get him to give me awarning. He was a man who'd seen it all. The only problem was makingcontact with him. It wasn't as if he had a number I could call or anaddress he could be reached at. The man was a katsa at work. All Iknew was that he was in the United States. There was one <strong>other</strong> thingI knew about him, though: He had a lady friend in Chevy Chase,Maryland, which wasn't that far from my hotel. Reaching himthrough her had a double significance: First, she was working in a sensitiveposition in the Pentagon and was Jewish, which made his personalrelationship with her something <strong>of</strong> a no-no; second, her husbandwas prominent in Washington circles. Even so, I found the address inthe phone book and headed out to the house. There was no point intrying to do it over the phone; I knew I'd get nowhere because thewoman would have been told in her training not to respond to anyoneon the phone except Uri. I had the cab wait about a block away; Iwalked up to the large, red-brick, mansionlike re<strong>side</strong>nce.The quiet neighborhood was clearly home to the more affluentmembers <strong>of</strong> society. I rang the bell and waited in the cathedral-likeentranceway. The heavy wooden door opened; a glass door still sepa-rated me from the very elegant blond woman who was now staring atme with a faint smile. "Yes?"She was about five foot five and small-figured. Her brown eyeswere large and shiny, and she appeared to be very cheerful."I would like to ask you to please give a message to Uri, if youcould."Her smile faded instantly. She wanted to know who I was andwhat my connection was to Uri. A tall, slim man came to the dooras we spoke; it was her husband. She told him that I was a friend <strong>of</strong>Uri's. He seemed to know who that was and asked if I'd like tocome in.I had gained his instant respect just for being Uri's friend. I agreedto come in, saying that it would have to be only for a moment since Ihad to be on my way. The woman was clearly uncomfortable, not surewhether I knew she was having a fling with Uri. The husband wasobviously not in tune with what was going on, and from the way hespoke, it sounded as if he wouldn't notice if he was present when itdid. He left us in the round vestibule to answer the phone. I could seepart <strong>of</strong> a tastefully decorated living room through a large arched doorway.On a small table by the wall, beneath a large gilded mirror, was aphotograph <strong>of</strong> the couple standing on either <strong>side</strong> <strong>of</strong> Pre<strong>side</strong>nt RonaldReagan. " , in what seemed to be a black-tie state function.I declined a drink and a cool invitation to dinner from the woman.My declining seemed to make her very happy. I jotted my phone numberon a piece <strong>of</strong> paper and handed it to her. "I would very muchappreciate it if you could pass that on to Uri."The husband was not in the room when she said that she had noidea when she would see him."Use the emergency hone," I said and headed back to the door. Iwas relieved to be out <strong>of</strong> there; the awkwardness <strong>of</strong> the situation didnot at all amuse me. I could understand what Uri saw in her, and aftermeeting her husband, I realized how easy it must have been for Uri towin her over.I knew she could get hold <strong>of</strong> him since she had to have an emergencycall setup; after all, she was a sayan. I'd never intended to usethis contact, but I was worried that the <strong>of</strong>fice was up to somethingand that Bella and the girls might get caught in the middle. I had tomake a move.The first time I'd met Uri was when I was still in the militarypolice, in 1968-69. I was serving in the Jordan Valley in a base calledGiftlick, later renamed Arik after Colonel Arik Regev, who was killedby a Palestinian guerrilla in a chase. The colonel was killed with
188 / VICTOR OSTROVSKYan<strong>other</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficer, with whom I'd had a run-in on my first day in the valley,by the name <strong>of</strong> Gady Manella. Gady was very much what is calledtoday a hotdogger, doing things by the seat <strong>of</strong> his pants, the ultimateIsraeli warrior. During that time, Uri was the intelligence <strong>of</strong>ficer forthe paratrooper battalion stationed in the Giftlick, and I was the commander<strong>of</strong> the military police post on the base.At the time, chasing Palestinians who infiltrated the border tocarry out acts <strong>of</strong> sabotage was almost a daily occurrence. Most <strong>of</strong> thetime, the infiltrators would be killed during the chase or in short skirmishesin the parched desert. There were cases, however, in which theterrorists would be captured alive; nevertheless, most <strong>of</strong> the time, evenif they were taken alive, they'd be announced as dead over the radio sono one would await their return.That was where I would come in as a military police <strong>of</strong>ficer; myjob was to take the prisoners to a holding facility in Nes Ziyyona, asmall town south <strong>of</strong> Tel Aviv. I'd always assumed that it was an interrogationfacility for the Shaback. We all knew that a prisoner broughtthere would probably never get out alive, but the brainwashing we'dgone through in our short lifetimes had convinced us it was them orus; there was no gray area.It was Uri who enlightened me regarding the Nes Ziyyona facility.It was, he said, an ABC warfare laboratory-ABC standing foratomic, bacteriological, and chemical. It was where our top epidemiologicalscientists were developing various doomsday machines.Because we were so vulnerable and would not have a second chanceshould there be an all-out war in which this type <strong>of</strong> weapon would beneeded, there was no room for error. The Palestinian infiltrators camein handy in this regard. As human guinea pigs, they could make surethe weapons the scientists were developing worked properly and couldverify how fast they worked and make them even more efficient. Whatscares me today, looking back at that revelation, is not the fact that itwas taking place but rather the calmness and understanding with-.which I accepted it.Years later, I met Uri again. This time he was in the Mossad, a veterankatsa in the Al department, and I was a rookie. He had comeback from an assignment in South Africa. I was then a temporary deskman in the Dardasim department in liaison, helping him prepare for alarge shipment <strong>of</strong> medication to South Africa to accompany severalIsraeli doctors who were headed for some humanitarian work inSoweto, a black township out<strong>side</strong> Johannesburg. The doctors were toassist in treating patients at an outpatient clinic for the Baragwanathhospital in Soweto, a few blocks away from the houses <strong>of</strong> WinnieTHt OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTION / 189Mandela and Bishop Desmond Tutu. The hospital and the clinic weresupported by a hospital in Baltimore, which served as a cut-out1 forthe Mossad. Uri was on a cooling-<strong>of</strong>f period from the United States."What is the Mossad doing giving humanitarian assistance toblacks in Soweto?" I remember asking him. There was no logic to it;no short-term political gain (which was the way the Mossad operated)or any visible monetary advantage."Do you remember Nes Ziyyona?" His question sent shivers upmy spine. I nodded."This is very much the same. We're testing both new infectiousdiseases and new medication that can't be tested on humans in Israel,for several <strong>of</strong> the Israeli medicine manufacturers. This will tell themwhether they're on the right track, saving them millions in research.""What do you think about all this?" I had to ask."It's not my job to think about it."Even though he didn't say it, I knew his heart was not in it-atleast I hoped not. The fact that he was barred from the States by theMossad for this cooling-<strong>of</strong>f period after the Pollard affair was notdoing his career much good. He was the one who'd brought Pollardinto the fold in 1982.When they first met, Jonathan Pollard was an American Jew whobelieved wholeheartedly that there was a holy alliance between theUnited States <strong>of</strong> America and the state <strong>of</strong> Israel. He did not see a conflictbetween total loyalty to the United States and total loyalty to thestate <strong>of</strong> Israel; to him it was one and the same. This ideology did notspring out <strong>of</strong> itself; it was a result <strong>of</strong> a long process <strong>of</strong> indoctrinationmany Jewish youths are put through with the generous help <strong>of</strong> thestate <strong>of</strong> Israel in the form <strong>of</strong> shlichim, or, as they are known, messengers<strong>of</strong> Alia. These are people who work within the Jewish communityto instill a love <strong>of</strong> Israel in the hearts <strong>of</strong> the Jewish youth. In JonathanPollard's case, they were extremely successfui.The young man had volunteered in 1982 to the American IsraelPublic Affairs Committee, a pro-Israeli lobby group, an<strong>other</strong> link inthe chain <strong>of</strong> organizations manacling the Jewish community to Israelin general and to the Israeli right wing in particular. Pollard, already amember <strong>of</strong> the American intelligence community, had volunteered hisservices for the benefit <strong>of</strong> the state <strong>of</strong> Israel. As is the procedure, hisname was passed to the security section in the Israeli embassy in1. Cut-out: A person or group used to conceal contact, creating an informationbuffer.
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