On June 30, 1960, independence was declared. Lumumba became the Prime Minister inthe new government, which was headed by President Joseph Kasavubu. Less than a weeklater, there was a mutiny of the Force Publique, which was both the national Army andthe gendarmerie. Shortly afterward, the troops of the Thysville garrison, just south ofLeopoldville, seized the poorly guarded munitions stores and roughed up some of theirEuropean officers. Overnight, some six thousand Belgians fled the country.“It was so wasteful and sad. The Belgians were deeply afraid that now, at last, scoreswould be settled. In fact, very few scores were settled, and in Leopoldville almost nothingreally happened. We were roughly treated, but nothing happened. After the mutiny andthe troubles, I got a curfew pass from Lumumba’s office and could go back and forth,but, unfortunately, very few people had these passes, and so very few people could visitme. Everyone around me had left... I lived alone, and I didn’t have a gun or a dog. I didoccasionally get a mild frisson as I walked into the house – I wasn’t totally foolish – but Idaresay I would have got that living alone anywhere.”The mutiny and the intertribal fighting that it unleashed rendered the political situationbeyond the power of the novice government, and in mid-July, at Lumumba’s request,United Nations forces were brought in to try to stabilize the situation. Katanga, thewealthiest of the Congo’s provinces, had seceded from the new republic and was beingruled by a maverick government headed by Moise Tshombe. Lumumba eventually fellinto the hands of his enemies in Katanga and was murdered, the U.N. troops havingallowed his capture and transportation.“The United Nations force had very curious ground rules concerning non-intervention,which caused me to become disillusioned with the United Nations forever,” Miss <strong>Park</strong>continued. “Lumumba himself, while at the height of his power, had been beatingpeople up, kidnapping them in public, setting his thugs on people – all under the nosesof the U.N. The most scandalous thing that I was personally involved in took place upin Stanleyville, Lumumba’s fief. After Lumumba’s arrest, his Deputy Prime Minister,Antoine Gizenga, proclaimed himself in charge and set up headquarters in Stanleyville.The place was in turmoil, and it wasn’t much fun being a European there. I flew up toStanleyville on some fairly routine consular work, and, unknown to me, and unknown toanybody, Bernard Salumu, one of the higher-placed Gizengists, had put out a decree that32
was dated, let’s say, on a Saturday and didn’t appear in the press until Tuesday. It saidthat any foreigners not provided with new identity papers approved by the regime bySaturday night at midnight would be arrested. And, of course, the deadline had alreadypassed, and on the morning I arrived the troops had gone around arresting everybody,dragging them out in their nightclothes in some cases. When I got to the Stanleyvilleairport, we were all beaten and made to squat in the sun with our hands over our headsfor some time, and we were searched and maltreated generally. The French consul’swife found me while I was waiting to be released – she had come to warn me not to gointo town. But I said, ‘Well, as I’m here, I shall go into town – it’s my job.’ In town, herhusband and the British honorary vice-consul were queuing for their documents outsideSalumu’s office, and I joined them in the queue.“We waited and we waited – mothers with their children, people half dressed – inthe sun for the entire day. The U.N. force did nothing to prevent this or to preventGizenga’s troops from occasionally beating up people in line – the troops were fairlydrunk. Finally, it was my turn to enter the office. Now, Salumu was someone I hadoften entertained at my house. To do him justice, he leapt from his chair when he sawme and said, ‘Oh, Mademoiselle, why did you have to come today?’ There was a smallroom behind him which I knew to be stuffed with people who hadn’t been given food orwater, and which had no ventilation, and I asked him if there were any British subjectsin that room and said that if so I wanted to see them and have them let out. He said thathe couldn’t let anyone out, and gave me a great speech about evil colonialists, and soforth, and he swore to me – truthfully, it turned out – that there were no British subjectsin there. He gave me my document, and told me I had to be out of town within twodays. Once I was outside, the Greek procurator-general rushed up to me and said that aBritish subject had been arrested and was being held in the main jail, where everyonewas in a pretty bad way. I asked him to drop me off near the jail, and to notify the Britishauthorities in Leopoldville if I did not return within six hours. When we got to the jail, Iwalked in and said I wanted to see the British subject, whose name I had been given – itwasn’t a very British name, but British subjects come in all different colors and sizes.The guard tried to send me away, but I sat down and said I would wait until I couldtalk to someone in authority. And the guard, foolishly, rushed away—to find somebodybigger and stronger to throw me out, I suppose. Usually, you could be absolutely sure33
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