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CIA tactics extremism for America's sake
he current investigation of alleged questionable activities by
the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) is producing a plethora of
allegations which, even if they don't prove to be true, have at least
made for interesting reading.
The ceremonial dragging of the CIA over the coals of public
opinion by the Rockefeller Commission has prompted several
people who have previously remained silent to add to the fire and
has given an aura of credibility to those who have been speaking up
all along. The result has been a tale of international intrigue that
would be frightening if it didn't read so much like the script of an
old Hollywood movie.
Two former aides to Sen. Robert Kennedy told the New York
Times last week that Kennedy once said he had blocked a CIA plot
to use the Mafia to assassinate Cuban Premier Fidel Castro.
Kennedy became aware of the CIA-Mafia connection, they say,
after he investigated a Las Vegas mobster and learned that the man
had been given CIA immunity.
Time magazine added to the story Sunday when it said the CIA
had plotted with the Mafia to kill not only Castro but also the late
Rafael Trujillo of the Dominican Republic and the late Francois
Duvalier of Haiti. Good things, it appears, come in threes,
according to CIA thinking.
The reasoning behind the planned assassination of Castro,
according to what Time identified as "reliable sources," was that
this would accomplish what the abortive Bay of Pigs invasion had
not. The Mafia cooperated, Time said, because Castro had seized
their lucrative gambling casinos in Havana.
The prospect of the CIA and Mafia joining their soiled hands to
carry out dirty work that furthers their interests is perhaps not as
unlikely as we would like to think. Neither has ever been accused
of complying with the Golden Rule. But such CIA tactics, if
proven true, are hardly textbook foreign policy and certainly
should not be condoned.
Surprisingly, the Rockefeller Commission is showing a
willingness to give the CIA laundry a much more thorough cleaning
than had been expected from a commission headed by a man with
former CIA connections. The disclosure last week that the
commission is investigating possible CIA involvement in the
assassination of President Kennedy (something comedian Dick
Gregory has been claiming for a long time) is proof of that.
What is emerging is a picture of a CIA so dedicated to the
furtherance of American (and CIA) interests that it is willing to go
to any extreme. The charges of Dick Gregory, two former
senatorial aides and two important publications hardly can be
considered conclusive. Further investigation and some concrete
evidence are needed. But one thing is certain-no matter what
happens, the CIA will be accorded more consideration than it has
ever shown for the honor of the American people.
Tear of Flying' shows life's ultimate insecurity
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After the first five pages of Fear of Flying I began
thinking of all the things I could have bought with
the two dollars I'd sunk into the three-hundred page
book whose racy cover, splashed (with words like
"uninhibited," "delicious," and "erotic," caused
friends to ask with raised eyebrows, "Dirty book?"
But after reading reviews which applauded the
novel as a sort of feminist triumph, I felt somewhat
obligated to read on. And so I proceeded with Isadora
Wing across Europe and through a painful
self-analysis and left her soaking in the bathtub,
feeling satisfied that my cash had been well-invested.
Author Erica Jong set out to "go down" into
herself and survive to tell the story; she succeeded.
Her success is important because the confidence
gained in the journey is transmitted to the reader, and
while it may disappear in the face of despair some
day, it is in the very least a kind of soul-sharing which
should definitely not be limited to women readers
Jong, who included much of her own past in the
history of her character, Isadora, has a style which I
found lacking, but ideas and fears which struck home.
Descriptions border on the melodramatic, and at
times life seems to revolve around the next possible
opportunity for sex. But finally, it is not the variety
of affairs and encounters which strikes the reader, but
the aloneness, and the fear which accompanies true
The book is a jumble of impressions and
observations, many of which center not only on the
particular problems of a woman trying to become
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self-sufficient, but on the need of Isadora Wing to
become reconciled to her Jewish heritage and o the
problems of being an artist.
When Isadora accompanies her
psychiatrist-husband to a convention in Vienna, she is
well aware of all the questions her particular life has
produced. Oddly enough, this twice-married, Jewish
writer from New York ends up with the same set of
questions which any lifestyle produces. She questions
marnagc: I was not against marriage. I believed in it
in fact. It was necessary to have one best friend in a
hostile world. . .But what about all those other
longings which after a while marriage did nothing to
It is this conflict between two parts of her
personality, between two very real human needs, that
provokes Isadora to leave on a crazy drunken ride
across several countries with a man who doesn't love
her, and finally forces her to recognize the ultimate
insecurity of any relationship, of any life.
Whether to choose one man or any man, security
and intimacy or adventure and passion, a sure thing
or a shot in the dark, is a recurrent question. And it
never gets answered. Perhaps because these needs are
not really mutually exclusive. Or perhaps because a
right choice cannot be made; one always loses in some
way, no matter what the choice.
While she hands us no concrete answers, Jong is
perfectly aware of the part she plays as an author.
She sums it up when she writes, "I was the one they
counted on to write out their fantasies. I was the one
they counted on to tell funny stories about her
former lovers. I was the one they envied in public and
laughed at in private. . ."
WHO tAE ?
MEVm PO SOCH
A DREADFUL THING-'
Afro Jim SftSKKW
friday, march 14, 1975
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