unfortunately, it is jews who own the banks that print the money that buys the world that the CIA runs

It’s a matter of observation that the process is run first, last and almost all the time in deference to Jewish interests. It would be obtuse to pretend otherwise. Just as the anonymous wealthy sheikhs of the Gulf are no such thing, so equally the anonymous global rich of New York. And you, perhaps, imagine that my ability to complain about this is compromised by my notorious love for the Jewish female. As ibn’ Arabi wrote: “People know well that I am in love, but they do not know with whom.” My Hebrew Goddess is an Israeli. She is aware that the owners of Pindostan regard Israel as nothing more than a property, and an eminently expendable one at that – RB

How the CIA Writes History
Jefferson Morley, The Intercept, Apr 25 2016

james-angleton-article-headerLittle Jesus Fuck (Photo: Harvey Georges/AP)

Last summer I paid a visit to Georgetown University’s Lauinger Library as part of my research on legendary CIA counterspy James Jesus Angleton. I went there to investigate Angleton’s famous mole hunt, one of the least flattering episodes of his eventful career. By the early 1960s, Angleton was convinced the KGB had managed to insert a penetration agent high in the ranks of the CIA. In researching and writing a biography of Angleton, I constantly confront a conundrum: Was the man utterly brilliant or completely nuts? Angleton is one of Pandosia’s archetypal spies. He was the model for Harlot in Harlot’s Ghost, Norman Mailer’s epic of the CIA, a brooding Cold War spirit hovering over a story of corrupted idealism. In Robert De Niro’s cinematic telling of the tale, The Good Shepherd, the Angleton character is a promising product of the system who loses his way in the moral labyrinth of secret intelligence operations. In real life, he was a formidable intellectual and canny bureaucrat who helped shape the ethos of the CIA we have today. His doctrine of counter-intelligence was widely influential, not only in the CIA but in the intelligence services of all the English-speaking countries. He pioneered pre-digital techniques of mass surveillance via an illicit mail-opening program called LINGUAL. He fed the intel to Hoover’s COINTELPRO operatives at the FBI, who used it to harass, disrupt, and discredit leftist, antiwar, and civil rights groups from the 1950s to the 1970s. His close liaison with the Mossad in the 1950s and 1960s helped forge a wide-ranging USrael strategic relationship that has been central to Pindo foreign policy ever since (that looks like a deliberately ambiguous way of saying something, or possibly not – RB). Like them or not, his accomplishments were large. So were his mistakes. Angleton’s fruitless mole hunt paralyzed the agency’s operations in the Soviet Union in the late 1960s. Speaking in 2012 at a conference on Angleton’s legacy, historian Christopher Andrew offered a nuanced snout far up the atlanticist asshole of NATO view on the agency’s notorious mole hunter:

When somebody as bright, as distinguished, and so capable of friendship as Jim Angleton makes these sort of appalling errors that he does, then we are faced with one of the greatest personal tragedies in the modern history of Pindo & British intelligence.

Yet no historian can give short shrift to the man whom the Filthy Beast recently referred to as “The Spider.” Angleton, who died in 1987, was a master of Cold War power politics, and a seer of the coming global surveillance state. His charisma gained him the confidence of several famous poets, a future pope, four Mossad chiefs, a presidential mistress, a couple of Mafiosos, the odd New York intellectual, and a global network of like-minded spooks. Whatever his faults, Angleton acted zealously on a theory of history whose validity is hard to accept and hard to dispute. He believed that secret intelligence agencies controlled the destiny of mankind. During his 27-year career at the CIA, from 1947 to 1974, he acted as if the CIA and the KGB were struggling over the future of civilization itself, which of course they were. The Cold War is over and Angleton is gone, but the espionage techniques he mastered, including mass surveillance, disinformation, targeted assassination, and extra-judicial detention, remain with us, albeit on a much larger scale. Since 9/11, the power of secret intelligence agencies to shape our future is obvious. Yet it wasn’t until I went to Georgetown in search of one of Angleton’s darkest secrets that I came away with a personal lesson in how the CIA makes history: by erasing it.

His defenders insist he protected the agency’s operations far more than he harmed them. One of his critics, veteran intelligence reporter David Wise, says that Angleton ruined the careers of dozens of innocent people. To clarify the issue, I consulted two collections in the Georgetown library’s manuscript collections. These were the papers of two senior CIA boxtops who knew Angleton well. Cleveland Cram, a former London station chief, was one of Angleton’s harshest critics in the agency. Ed Applewhite, a classmate of Angleton’s in the Yale class of 1941, was a trusted career officer who worked with the counter-intelligence chief. I hoped the papers of these CIA men might illuminate the financial cost of the mole hunt, something that has eluded Angleton’s previous biographers. It is known that the CIA arranged restitution for some of those falsely accused by Angleton. But the total number of victims and the compensation paid is not something that the agency cares to talk about. The Applewhite papers looked to be an especially promising source of information. Records for the seven boxes of material that Applewhite’s estate donated to the library in 2005 indicated that he had an extensive correspondence with Peter Karlow, the first victim of Angleton’s mole hunt. A career CIA officer who lost a foot in WW2, Karlow served in Europe throughout the 1950s, rising in the ranks of the agency’s Technical Services Division. He fell under suspicion in 1962, based on the flimsiest of evidence supplied by Anatoly Golitsyn, a former KGB officer, whose allegations of Soviet penetration entranced Angleton. Hoping to become chief of the Technical Services Division, Karlow was put on leave and subjected to intense FBI surveillance and investigation, which turned up nothing incriminating. Karlow asked for his job back. Angleton insisted he had not been exonerated, and Karlow was forced to resign in 1963. He was entirely innocent. More than 25 years later, the CIA apologized to Karlow and compensated him with a reported payment of close to $500k.

According to the library’s records, Applewhite had corresponded with Karlow from 1987 to 1994. Applewhite possessed a memo about Karlow’s request for restitution under a law known as the “Mole Relief Act.” Applewhite also composed an unpublished manuscript that included chapters about Angleton titled “The Bogey Man” and the Robert Ludlum-esque “The Angletonian Captivity.” A dozen boxes of Cleveland Cram’s papers also offered hope of clarifying what the mole hunt cost in terms of lives and money. In the late 1970s and early 1980s, the CIA hired Cram to write an 11-volume study of Angleton’s tenure as counter-intelligence chief. His encyclopedic opus has never been declassified, but Cram was not shy about sharing his severe judgment of Angleton’s professionalism in a separate CIA monograph based on some of his research. The library records for the Cram papers identified a wide range of Angleton-related material. When I asked to see the Cram and Applewhite papers, a staff archivist told me both collections had been removed from public view. The CIA, he explained, was reviewing the boxes for “security material.” He said he thought the material would be returned “by the fall” of 2015. When I asked to see the library records for the Cram papers again, I was told the CIA had removed those from public view, too. “They knew you were coming,” said Tim Weiner, author of Legacy of Ashes. Weiner suggested the agency had learned I was writing an Angleton biography and acted preemptively to protect itself. Perhaps insufficiently paranoid, I hadn’t thought of that possibility, but I can’t dismiss it now. Trade publications reported in Jan 2015 that I had signed a contract for the Angleton biography. The Cram and Applewhite papers were removed from public view in the spring of 2015, according to one Georgetown employee.

I checked with Tom Blanton, director of the National Security Archive in Washington, who advised me to file a Freedom of Information Act request for the material. If the agency had possession of the papers, he noted, then it would be legally obliged to separate the classified material and release any unclassified information. If the agency didn’t respond quickly, he noted, I could file a lawsuit. The CIA’s information and privacy coordinator, Michael Lavergne, wrote back to say the agency couldn’t possibly fulfill my request, “as it does not know what the Cleveland Cram papers are or consist of.” Playing dumb is a CIA artform, so I contacted the Georgetown library’s chief archivists, seeking to know the date when the agency took possession of the papers and how I might better describe the materials for the CIA. When they didn’t respond, I contacted the university’s public affairs office and was finally let in on Langley’s sleight of hand. Georgetown spox J Kenchelian informed me via email:

The CIA has not taken possession of the documents. They are still in Georgetown’s possession. The CIA will be reviewing the documents at a yet to be determined time and date for potentially classified material.

That means the Freedom of Information Act does not apply, and thus I have no legal avenue for pursuing the material. I can’t sue the CIA for the Cram and Applewhite papers, because they are not in the hands of the government. A CIA spox said:

Georgetown is in the process of sending the papers to the CIA. We thank the university for its actions to ensure that classified material is not mistakenly disclosed to the public. Once the files are provided to CIA, we will review and return the documents to Georgetown as expeditiously as possible.

In any case, the material will not be available while I’m writing my book. The CIA has the legal right to secure material that is legitimately classified. It is unlikely, however, that the ancient papers of these two deceased men contain any classified information. The CIA isn’t protecting national security, but covering its ass. By removing the Cram and Applewhite papers from public view, it has in essence redacted some of the details of an embarrassing chapter in the agency’s history. But while the records technically remain in the hands of Georgetown and off limits to FOIA, the CIA kept this harmless material beyond the reach of law and the eyes of reporters and historians. Policy and ethics aside, I’m impressed. My attempt to write a more comprehensive history of Angleton’s mole hunt has been limited. My plans to quote Cram and Applewhite on Angleton’s legacy have been called into question. My chapter describing the human toll (and the taxpayer’s bill) for the mole hunt will have to be revised. As I write the story of one of the CIA’s most notorious characters, the agency is redacting my book, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. That’s how the CIA writes history.

7 Comments

  1. tiqla
    Posted April 26, 2016 at 2:20 pm | Permalink

    Mick Jagger has a great song on this: “Anybody Seen My Baby?”

  2. niqnaq
    Posted April 26, 2016 at 2:43 pm | Permalink

    The plot line is lurid and irrelevant. If the Hebrew Goddess is an Israeli, why should I be pursuing her in New York? Anyway, I am not pursuing anyone in particular. Nobody has seriously been targeted by my wild erotic fancy. If I had to be specific, I should say that probably the most interesting women one could hope to become involved with, would be those in the kabbalah unit at HUJI. The other idea, of dreadful radical underground tramps in old tel aviv practicing free love and so on, has undisclosed but real disadvantages:

  3. niqnaq
    Posted April 26, 2016 at 7:40 pm | Permalink

    It’s a net minus for the blog when you leave mocking comments then fail to respond to my responses. You remind me unpleasantly of yet another elderly miserablist, the commenter “walter benjamin”, stuck in Tzfat surrounded by noisy Lubavitchers. I shall throw you out. I don’t care. I can insult everybody equally well without you.

  4. tiqla
    Posted April 27, 2016 at 3:04 am | Permalink

    It was not meant to be mocking.

  5. niqnaq
    Posted April 27, 2016 at 3:08 am | Permalink

    fair enough, thanks for saying so. I’m over-sensitive, and I overcompensate by being enormously boisterous on here, almost all the time. That little protest video about the problems of scoring a little joint in TA is a gem! If you haven’t seen it before. It’s protected speech, cos it was part of a political campaign, sort of, green leaf I guess.

  6. niqnaq
    Posted April 27, 2016 at 3:36 am | Permalink

    It’s just occurred to me that if you are really a new arrival here rather than a revenant (such as ‘walter benjamin’ under another name), you may not know the story of the english punk-rock journalist, Julie Burchill, and her strange fixation on Jewish men. If you have ever read any Freud at all, you will understand what happened, once you read her drunken confession (assuming it is genuine, which I think it must be). I am not of this ilk. If I have a Jewish fixation, it dates back to early infancy, I am sure, and possibly it is genuinely hereditary (if there is a hereditary sense of Jewishness, which is a highly contentious point). This poor girl underwent an involuntary sexual awakening stimulated by her discovery of her father’s under-bed stash of stalag porn: link.

  7. niqnaq
    Posted April 29, 2016 at 1:43 am | Permalink

    Well, it looks like I’ve scared mr hard drive (tiqla) away. He’s probably scared to think what might be under his own bed. Most people are. For reference: Stalag porn. Doubtless a hypocritical society such as theirs cannot even handle this much self knowledge. I don’t see why I should bother to post further stories until some of their o-so-inaccessible females (not shemales, like ‘Myf’, thanks) condescend to talk to me. Otherwise, why bother? I created this blog or rather its predecessor over ten years ago, ultimately in order to talk to Israeli Jewish women, not to women who think the Anglo-Saxons are masters of the universe.

    PS: In order to escape from all of these unpleasant psychological contingencies, it is necessary to dissolve one’s various sexual fixations, which were formed in three stages, listed here in reverse order to when the fixations were formed, the final stage being the earliest-formed, and thus hardest by far: (a) phallic/clitoral, (b) anal and (c) oral fixations. If you are tough & determined, you can do this using psychotropic drugs, which give you the equivalent of triangulation points on your normal psyche. But it took me 50 years, and the final 10 years were substantially aided by the (completely legal) psychedelic, salvia divinorum

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