Saturday, April 30, 2016

CIA & THE GEHLEN ORG






When World War II ended and Nazi Germany was beaten, the CIA fast understood that the next big threat to world peace would be from the Soviet Union.  

When the Soviets divided Germany--and by extension, Europe--the West realized that it had unfairly betrayed the governments-in-exile of Poland and Czechoslovakia and the exiled monarchs of Yugoslavia, Bulgaria and Albania. 

It should have stood up for them; it should have insisted on their repatriation, and put its might behind its rhetoric.  

But after fighting a world war, the West lacked the will to be confrontational.  It did not yet fully comprehend what the Soviet Union had in mind.  

And by the time the Russians drew their iron curtain over Europe, it was too late (in the short-term) to rescue what had become Eastern Europe.

CIA's first problem was this:  

Upon its creation in 1947, it possessed little information on Soviet communism.  J. Edgar Hoover at the FBI knew a few things--but he wasn't about to share one shred of toilet paper with CIA, which he regarded as an interloper.

So CIA had to start from scratch.  

The first place they looked was the archives of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), the USA's wartime intelligence and sabotage service.  The OSS had interrogated hundreds of Nazi intelligence officers during and after the war.

The Germans, CIA found, had accumulated extensive files on Soviet and Eastern European communists--way beyond what was known by Hoover, who was preoccupied with fantasies of reds under his bed.

It all pointed to one man:  Reinhold Gehlen--a German general who had buried his files on Soviet intelligence in the Bavarian Alps.

Gehlen cut a shrewd deal with CIA.  

He would put his files and expertise at CIA's disposal in exchange for his freedom--and a great deal of cash.  

The decision to deal with The Gehlen Org was not taken lightly.  

Gehlen demonstrated to CIA's satisfaction that the Soviet Union was hell-bent on global domination; that it possessed an advanced atomic program (at a time when US policy-makers believed they had no atomic program at all), and a blueprint to slip long-term sleeper agents into all democratic countries of the West, to be awakened at some future date to carry out covert warfare.

The extent of their operations convinced CIA that the Soviet Union had already become a formidable force; and that she regarded the United States as Global Enemy Number One.

With CIA's blessing, Gehlen assembled a team of "former" Nazi intelligence officers to re-organize their files--in English--and thereby establish a nucleus for agent networking and intelligence gathering on the Soviet Union.

It was akin to dealing with the devil.  But it was essential for the national security of the United States to do this.  

CIA left the petty, soon-redundant Hoover in the dust as it uncovered Soviet plans, methods and sources.

Some favors were granted to Gehlen in the process.  

Several notorious Nazis who had nothing to do with Project Paperclip--the codename for Gehlen's operation--were allowed to slip through US Immigration with new identities, and quietly resettle in the United States.  


Thursday, April 28, 2016

HOW CIA WATERGATED NIXON



Two Dicks:  Washington civility



Richard Nixon truly believed that almost everyone was out to get him, including the CIA and the Eastern Establishment.

After he was elected president, Nixon regularly unleashed his Dobermans to try to raid CIA's secret archives at Langley.

He wanted to use secrets for his political advantage, especially against Ted Kennedy, whom he was convinced would run against him in 1972 and win--even after a woman drowned in Kennedy’s car at Chappaquiddick.

Nixon knew about CIA's plan to terminate Fidel Castro, not least because it was hatched with his participation, while he was Eisenhower’s Vice president.  He wanted to know if and how the Kennedys had tried to execute this hit after JFK got elected to the White House.

Moreover, Nixon suspected that the Kennedys played a role in Marilyn Monroe's "suicide."

So Nixon sent a series of snarling flunkies over to Langely, demanding this and that, trying to disguise their true interests and intentions.

One by one, they were told to f--- off.

Then Nixon sent John Erhlichman--CIA called him "The Rottweiler"--and that round-faced bastard made no pretenses: he demanded agency files on Castro and Marilyn.

CIA told Erhlichman to f--- off, too.

The Establishment, also, had grown weary of Nixon's behavior.  Henry Kissinger had been assigned by their Pratt House crowd to keep Tricky Dick's foreign policy in check, but Nixon was too weird for even Kissinger to handle.  And Kissinger was weird, too.

Ultimately, the Establishment, from which CIA drew most of its senior officers (such as William Bundy, brother of McGeorge, twice as culpable), wanted the power of the presidency dissipated.

It was not a difficult operation to cripple Nixon, and by extension, the office of the White House.  

CIA knew all of Nixon's personality quirks from their psychological profile of him.  (CIA employs staff psychiatrists who prepare such profiles of world leaders.)

It was just a matter of playing to these quirks; giving Nixon the proverbial rope with which to hang himself.

CIA arranged for one of its operatives to get a second-tier job at the White House, placed somewhere sensitive, between Erhlichman and Kissinger.

It was CIA's agent that orchestrated the creation of a White House "plumber’s unit" to patch leaks.  Hunt, Liddy, Sturgis, et al.

CIA's guy ordered his White House team to break into Democratic National Committee headquarters at the Watergate complex, ostensibly to uncover the dubious black-money links between the DNC's Lawrence O'Brien and reclusive multi-millionaire Howard Hughes, who was already telling CIA anything it wanted to know anyway.    

The true objective for the break-in was to get White House operatives caught with their zippers down.

An anonymous phone call to the on-duty security guard was all it took.

Well, not all.  It needed a push to get it out of the back pages of the Washington Post, onto page one.

Enter W. Mark Felt, a.k.a. Deep Throat.  

Deep Throat provided the Post's Robert Woodward with tit-bits about the kind of election slush-fund that every politician in the history of the United States has maintained--and turned Watergate from a purposely bungled break-in to a catchphrase that gave Nixon insomnia and an increased phobia of the media--and bequeathed to society the stupidity of having to endure every future scandal post-fixed with the word gate.

Nixon sent a new batch of emissaries to CIA--this time to seek its assistance.  

But CIA wanted nothing to do with Tricky Dick's criminal issues (which they created), and told him so.

The Dickster fired CIA's director, Richard Helms, in retaliation.

And through their operative, Alexander Butterfield, the CIA revealed the existence of the White House tapes.  

And that, effectively, fired Nixon.


Tuesday, April 26, 2016

THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER & THE CIA







Four things you never knew about the founder of The National Enquirer, for those enquiring minds who want to know:

1.  His father was a fascist.
2.  His two brothers were convicted of fraud.
3.  His godfather was a top mafia don.
4.  He worked for the CIA.

Sensational stuff, no?  

All true.

Where to begin?  

At the beginning, I guess, in 1905, when Generoso Pope, at age thirteen, arrived at Ellis Island in New York, freshly emigrated from Italy with four dollars in his pocket.

Thirteen must have been Generoso's lucky number.  And he was smart. 

By 1930, Pope had realized the American Dream (as opposed to the European Nightmare -- World Wars I & II -- for those who remained in the old world).  He had become a millionaire -- the first self-made Italian millionaire in the USA.

Colonial Sand and Stone, Pope's cement company, paved the streets of Manhattan.  

With his profits, the concrete baron purchased Il Progresso, New York's large-circulation Italian newspaper.  Through the 1930s, Pope penned and published editorials that glorified Italy's fascist leader, Benito Mussolini.  He even tripped back to Italy to meet Mussolini.  Twice.

Needless to say, J. Edgar Hoover was not amused.  He laid on the FBIs gumshoes.  They began reading Il Progresso with a magnifying glass, filling extensive files on what the hell Pope thought he was doing.

After World War II started, Hoover wanted to throw Pope in jail.  

The more creative intel-types, serving under "Wild Bill" Donovan, wanted to turn Pope around, show him the error of his ways, and put him to work for the good guys.

That's the essential difference between the Bureau and the Agency.  

The Bureau is law enforcement.  They want to build a case and throw someone in jail.  The Agency wants to change a person's thinking, then use him against the enemy -- for the greater good.  

OSS won out.  The year was 1941.  A visit was paid to Generoso.  He was made to see the error of his ways and Il Progresso turned on Mussolini.

In the late 1940s, when Italy's communists were gaining strength, a letter-writing campaign from the USA helped turn things around -- a campaign conceived by the CIA and executed by Pope and his Italian-language paper.

Thousands and thousands of Italian-Americans were instructed to write about the evils of communism to all of their relatives in Italy.

And that wasn't all.

CIA filtered cash-money through Generoso Pope for church, student, and labor groups -- and to finance a spectrum of covert operations that ensured a Christian Democratic election victory in 1948.

This is where the CIA's relationship with the mafia is rooted; not in their mutual contempt for Castro, but in the salvation of Italy from a communist sweep.  

"Lucky" Luciano, the notorious mobster, was a big provolone in helping CIA keep the communists out of power in Italy.  His boys worked the docks.  These guys had to keep their olive oil flowing.

Back to Generoso Pope.  

His best friend in the whole world was Frank Costello, known by New York newspapers as "prime minister of the underworld."  

Costello -- a.k.a. "Uncle Frank" and "the Boss of Bosses" -- controlled Tammany Hall, New York's democratic party machine, and hand-picked mayors, police commissioners, and judges.

As New York's "Godfather of Godfathers" (this guy had too many nicknames), Costello was chosen by Pope to be godfather, in the religious sense, to Generoso (Gene) Pope, Jr., the third of Pope's three sons.

Gene's two older brothers, Fortune and Anthony, joined the concrete business; Gene edited Il Progresso.

In 1951, a year after his old man died, Gene boarded a train to Washington, D.C. to join the CIA.  He was assigned to psychological warfare, the unit that dealt with propaganda and experimented with brainwashing.

(An aside here:  The CIA guy who invented modern psychological warfare was Paul Linebarger, who wrote the definitive text on the subject -- and a string of sci-fi books under the pseudonym Cordwainer Smith.  He'd start his lectures by walking into a room filled with colonels -- his glass eye pointed one way, his real eye pointing another -- and he'd say to a real stuffy West Pointer, "Have you ever f----- your brother?"  This guy would get up and -- wham! -- hit Linebarger on his chin, sending his glass eye in one direction and false teeth in another.  And Linebarger would get up and say, "See!  I've reduced this man to a raving idiot just by the use of one phrase!  See what words can do?")

Back to Gene Pope, who finished his training and returned to New York in April 1952, to Il Progresso.  

A funny thing happened; funny in the odd sense.  His elder brothers wanted to slot him as an employee, not a partner.  They would not have pulled this were the old man still alive -- Gene was the apple of his father's eye.

Gene possessed an Italian temperament.  He lost his cool, walked out -- and never spoke to either brother again.  Gene walked away penniless from his family's multi-million-dollar businesses and went hunting for his own newspaper.

The New York Enquirer caught Gene's eye.  

This broadsheet, founded in 1926, had seen better days; had been run into the ground by William Griffin, Jr., the founder's son.

"Uncle Frank" Costello spent two months negotiating the Enquirer’s price down to $75,000, then came up with twenty-grand needed for a down-payment.  

Costello also planted a few choice words in the ear of fellow horse-race gambler J. Edgar Hoover, resulting in an investigation of Pope's brothers, who were thought to be skimming funds from their cement business.  

Fortune and Anthony were eventually convicted of fraud. 

If you were going to have a godfather, Frank was the man.

One of the first things Pope did with the New York Enquirer was add a feature he called Worldwide Intelligence Column, written anonymously.

The first word about purges in Czechoslovakia appeared in this column, and it authoritatively named Czech officials on the way out.

A startling exclusive about new developments in germ warfare research by the Chinese appeared in this column.

A scoop about an atomic bomb accident in the Soviet Union appeared in this column.

Thus, the New York Enquirer, under Gene Pope, became CIA's vehicle for breaking stories it wanted the world to know.

But even with CIA's exclusive stories, Pope couldn't raise his newspaper's circulation.  

Uncle Frank had to cough up $10,000 a week operating expenses to prevent the paper from folding.  

In return, the New York Enquirer reported that the mafia was a myth perpetuated by communist propaganda.  

It prompted New York Mirror columnist Lee Mortimer to write:  "As soon as anyone goes after the mob, he's taken on the following week by that loathsome blackmail sheet that's 'owned' by Frank Costello's godson."

In a morose moment, Pope decided that his readers wanted blood and gore.  Let it bleed, he instructed his editors.  The paper began to print lurid photographs of bloody car wrecks and gruesome murders.  ("Madman Cut Up Date & Put Her Body In Freezer.")

Circulation tripled.  

Pope quickly earned a national reputation.  So he re-christened his newspaper The National Enquirer.

However, the gruesome nature of this national paper soon caused a hiccup.  Pope was a police groupie, a frustrated cop.  That's why he joined CIA:  He had dreams of becoming a super-policeman.  

To satiate this need in his godson, Uncle Frank used political connections to have him named honorary deputy commissioner of police.  

Unfortunately, the good burghers of New York City took exception to Pope's weekly display of murder and mayhem, and found it distasteful that the man who glorified such gore should be an honorary policeman.  So they revoked the title and, worse for Pope, stripped him of his badge.

Embarrassed, and believing there was no future in blood and gore, Pope plotted a new course for his tabloid -- one that would make it truly national, and gender-bending (his readers then were blue-collar male.)  

The recipe called for a large helping of celebrity scandal and titillation, a measure of self-help, a spoonful of the occult and a dollop of inspirational uplift.  

Gee Whiz Journalism was born -- and circulation took off big-time, reaching six million.

During the transition, Costello served a stint in prison.  

When Uncle Frank was released in 1961, he reached out to his now-prosperous godson for a helping hand, a repayment for setting him up in business years earlier.
  
But Pope rebuffed his godfather, pleading new respectability that precluded an association with an ex-con mobster.

Henceforth, fearing retaliation, Pope surrounded himself with off-duty police officers.

Pope knew better than to screw CIA the way he screwed Frank Costello.  It was a psychological thing, ultimately.  He hadn't aspired to be a mobster;  he wanted to be a super-cop.  Hence, Pope adored the CIA.

In the mid-1970s, when Senator Frank Church turned rabid, and everyone and their cousin in the media beat up on CIA, Pope was there for them.  

He published stories trashing the people who were trashing CIA.  ("Public Disclosures Destroying CIA" and "Lives of All Americans Have Been Put in Danger by Headline Hungry Politicians Who Are Crucifying CIA.")  

His was probably the only paper that stood up for CIA at its greatest time of need.  

Problem was -- for CIA, anyway -- nobody of any consequence in Washington read the damn thing.

Reporters from The National Enquirer uncovered the Glomar Explorer operation long before anyone else in the fourth estate.  

This was an extremely sensitive, mission-impossible-type covert operation to salvage a sunken Soviet nuclear submarine from the floor of the south Pacific.

Pope spiked the story, though it could have been a major scoop for his paper.

Another time, a freelance photographer in Helsinki, Finland, used a high-powered telephoto lens to snap Secretary of State Kenry Kissinger reading some documents.  Enlargements showed the docs to be a top secret memo from President Ford outlining the US negotiating strategy for SALT talks with the Soviets.

The photographer sold his prints and negatives to The National Enquirer, known internationally for paying the biggest money for one-of-a-kind pictures.

Did the tabloid publish these expensive photos and score brownie points among its readers and other media for revealing a serious breach of security (and Henry's incompetence)?

Of course not.  

Gene Pope took a train from Florida, where he had settled himself and his tabloid, to Washington (he had a fear of flying) -- and personally hand-delivered the offending photographs (and negatives) to CIA director William Colby.


Gene Pope, Jr. dropped dead from a heart attack in October 1988.  

By order of his will, The National Enquirer --owned lock, stock and barrel by Pope -- was put on the auction block.  

It fetched half-a-billion dollars.