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Posted on 02/15/2003 12:48:44 AM PST by ex-Texan
Berlin’s New Anti-American Axis -- Lead by East German Joschka Fischer
Fischerism spreads.
By Ion Mihai Pacepa
In February 10, 2003, the government of Germany began building a new, anti-American Berlin-Moscow-Paris Axis. As one of the former Soviet bloc experts on German matters (and chief of a bloc intelligence station in West Germany), I had been waiting for something like that to happen ever since October 1998, when Joschka Fischer became Germany's foreign minister.
Fischer is an indirect product of the old anti-American intelligence community to which I once belonged. In 1975 Libya's dictator, Colonel Muammar Qaddafi, informed Romania's tyrant, Nicolae Ceausescu — through me — that he was preparing a terrorist attack against the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC), and asked my boss to provide him with blueprints of OPEC's temporary headquarters in Vienna. Ceausescu agreed, and the Romanian espionage service (the DIE) complied. The December 1975 takeover of OPEC's headquarters in Vienna resulted in the seizure of 60 OPEC officials and staff members as hostages. The kidnapping was organized by Qaddafi and the infamous Ilich Ramírez Sánchez — "Carlos" or "the Jackal."
Twenty-two years later, Carlos was arrested in Khartoum, Sudan, by the French counterintelligence service (DST), with whose director, Yves Bonnet, I had earlier cooperated after leaving Romania. Carlos was immediately taken to Paris, where he was charged with killing two French police officers in 1979; he was sentenced to life in prison. During interrogation, Carlos asserted that his deputy for the OPEC operation had been German terrorist Hans Joachim Klein, codenamed "Angie," who had killed an OPEC security man and an Austrian policeman during that attack. Carlos also testified that the weapons used for the OPEC operation had been kept in an apartment in Frankfurt/Main, where Klein was then living with two other "red revolutionaries" of those days, Daniel Cohn-Bendit and Joschka Fischer.
In 2000, Klein, who was a fugitive, was also arrested by the French DST. He was deported to Germany, where he was charged with abetting Carlos's OPEC terrorist operation, and he cooperated with the prosecution. According to Klein, on December 17, 1975 — four days before the attack — the terrorists led by Carlos had met with officials of the Libyan embassy in Vienna, who provided the blueprints of the building and the security details, which had been passed to them by my DIE. (The DIE had an agent in Vienna who had access to this information.) "The fact that the necessary information about the [OPEC] conference building came from Libya convinced me that the action could be carried out," Klein testified during his trial. Klein was sentenced to only nine years in prison, since he had aided investigators.
Joschka Fischer, who testified as a character witness at Klein's trial in 2001, refuted as "grotesque" the allegation that the arms used in the OPEC attack had been kept in the apartment he shared with Hans Joachim Klein and Daniel Cohn-Bendit (currently a member of the European Parliament). I have reason to question Fischer's statement. In a January 1976 thank-you message to Ceausescu — also sent through me — Qaddafi had emphasized that Carlos's OPEC operation would not have been possible without the help of the DIE (which had provided the blueprints of OPEC headquarters) and a "West German revolutionary group in Frankfurt/Main" (which had provided Carlos with both manpower and arms). (In giving me the message, Qaddafi, who knew I had at one time been stationed in Frankfurt/Main as chief of the DIE's West German station, specifically called my attention to the mention of "your" Frankfurt.)
After Carlos was arrested by the DST, German journalist Bettina Roehl (daughter of the late Ulrike Meinhof, co-leader of the terrorist Baader-Meinhof organization) revealed that Fischer did indeed belong to a Frankfurt/Main terrorist group during the 1970s. She also provided pictures showing a helmeted Fischer beating a German police officer during an April 7, 1973, violent demonstration in Frankfurt/Main. The pictures show Fischer fighting side by side with Klein, Carlos's deputy in the 1975 attack on the OPEC headquarters in Vienna. In 2002, after these photographs had been authenticated by the German daily Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, Fischer publicly apologized to the beaten police officer. Bettina Roehl also disclosed that Fischer had been the main advocate of using petrol bombs in a 1976 demonstration in which a policeman almost died of terrible burns. This information was also vehemently denied by the German foreign minister.
Veteran German terrorist Margrit Schiller asserted in her book Es war ein harter Kampf um meine Erinnerung that in the 1970s, Fischer had been in contact with illegal members of the Red Army Faction (RAF) in Frankfurt/Main (a terrorist organization my DIE station was at the time supporting with information and money), and that he had thrown stones at representatives of West Germany's pro-American government. Once again, Fisher has denied both accusations. But Schiller, who in the 1970s belonged to the RAF, remembers staying in 1973 at the Frankfurt apartment of "Herr Fischer and Daniel Cohn-Bendit," having breakfast with Fischer, and going on a pub crawl with him. In October 2002, Fischer was asked by a German prosecutor about this statement — but he dodged the question, replying simply that his flat had not been a hostel for terrorists.
A 1997 semi-official biography of Joschka Fischer, by Sibylle Krause-Burger, indirectly confirms that Fischer was also involved in hurling stones at West German authorities. These were not spontaneous demonstrations — they were all financed by the Soviet bloc foreign-intelligence community, including my own DIE when I was at its helm. Krause-Burger's book describes how, in a public debate held in 1974 with the Young Socialist functionary Kartsen Voight, Fischer defended throwing stones at the "representatives of the system" as being a legitimate defense against the tyranny of the (West German) government. It is significant that Voight is now responsible for relations with the U.S. in Fischer's ministry of foreign affairs.
It may never be possible to prove "beyond the shadow of a doubt" Joschka Fischer's connection with the Soviet KGB, but I do know that the KGB — and my DIE — was financing West Germany's anti-American terrorist movements in the 1970s, while I was still in Romania. Fischer's evidently ingrained anti-Americanism is now spreading throughout the German government, and beyond. This is a monumental display of ingratitude to the 405,399 American soldiers who gave their lives to defeat Berlin's old Axis, as well as to the millions of American taxpayers who spent trillions of dollars to rebuild Germany's war-torn economy and to protect West Germany from falling into Communist clutches.
— General Ion Mihai Pacepa is the highest-ranking intelligence officer ever to have defected from the former Soviet bloc. He is currently finishing a new book, Red Roots: The Origins of Today's Anti-Americanism.
France is Germany and Germany is France.
Was Clinton a Russian mole?
Was Gore a Chinese mole?
Is Bush a Heavenly mole?
China may be an unseen hand in 9-11, one of several, including Saddam, that supported very covertly al Qaeda's terrorist attacks. And they have all the obvious motives.
The question remains if Jacques Chirac, lusting for EU primacy, may have given the nod to more than he realized and is now trying to cover his tracks.
Frankly, I have read that China has smuggled thousands of covert agents into the country. Places like 'Chinatown' in San Francisco are humming with pro-PRC factions and anti-PRC factions. But their society is Chinese, and utterly inscruitable and totally corrupt.
Russians, Iraqis, aQ operatives, Germans, North Koreans, Chinese and Islamic militants just stroll into our country at will. The INS is useless and obsolete.
Mexico is filled with Islamics, Chinese and Russians. Some say they are openly training in isolated sections of the country. The Zapatistas are dealing drugs and running Chinese guns down to Mexico with help from the Mexican Mafia. The Chinese are shipping guns in through Long Beach and no one even peeks at their cargo; they have already taken over the Panama Canal.
I could go on and on ... But what do I know? I don't know 'nuthin' from nuthin.' ... I'm just a guy looking to get by day by day as best I can and savor my retirement. GWB is running the country and 'all is well.' It is in his hands now.
This time next year I may be down in Costa Rica living on the beach. Will start reviewing my German, Italian and Spanish pretty soon ... even a retired Anglo can have some fun down in sunny C.R.
Gorbachev was raised under communism, but had no shining vision of it like the older revolutionary founders and WWII vets had. He is a liberal socialist, so he throws in with the lefties in the West; but he was the first Soviet leader who was not of the old guard.
What happened in Russia is now what may be happening in Iran. The kids just aren't as dedicated to the cause as the old liners were.
Ditto we have the same problem here.
Regards, Ivan
--Boot
It's probably been suggested already, but let's just call him Jaques Chiraq.
Seriously, though, consider the present state of affairs at the United Nations:
The Disarmament Conference is being chaired up by Iraq.
The Human Rights Conference is being chaired by Libya.
The Security Council is presently chaired by a former terrorist.
It is simply amazing. The UN is not a "useless debating society" as Bush seems to fear. It is Bizarro-world.
The beginning of 'The Pink Axis'??? :o
How Red Horizons Helped Bring Freedom to RomaniaBook Inspired Counter-Revolution
By Alfred S. Regnery
The Week of October 22, 2001They say it’s tough to make any money in book publishing. But if you can bring down a repressive and tyrannical government every now and then, it makes it all worthwhile.
In the fall of 1986, several months after I had taken over my father’s old business, Regnery Gateway, Inc., I was approached by Ion Mihai Pacepa, former head of the Romanian equivalent of the CIA and FBI. Pacepa, who had defected to the United States several years earlier, asked if I would be interested in publishing his book.
Pacepa explained that his manuscript had been floating around New York publishing circles for several months. A number of editors had expressed interest in it, but always came up with a reason they couldn’t publish it—such as they wanted documentary proof that everything he had to say was true, proof that he could not, of course, provide.
Although Romania was one of the most repressive governments in the East Bloc, Western liberals viewed it as a benign Communist country. Its president, Nicolai Ceaucescu, who liked to portray himself to foreigners as a "liberated Communist," was in reality a megalomaniacal tyrant and a puppet of Moscow.
Pacepa was one of Ceaucescu’s two or three most trusted lieutenants. As head of the foreign intelligence service, he was well-versed in much of what the KGB was involved in, met regularly with representatives from the other European Communist security services, and had about as good an idea of what went on inside Romania and the rest of the East Bloc as anybody alive. So of course I was interested.
Self-Effacing Spy Master
A lunch was scheduled. But I soon discovered that any meeting with Pacepa was difficult to arrange and would be shrouded in secrecy.
He was in the CIA’s witness protection program, which meant that he had been given a different identity, lived somewhere that would always remain undisclosed, had a mail drop in Arlington, Va., a telephone number that had no relation to where he lived, and even, sometimes, a wig and fake glasses.
Since his defection, I was told, the Securitate (Romania’s version of the Gestapo) was constantly on the lookout for him. They would not hesitate to liquidate him on the spot—even if they found him in a Washington restaurant.
Meetings or lunches were always arranged well ahead of time but the time and place were always changed at the last minute to throw off anybody who might have gotten wind of the meeting. The first lunch was no exception.
Pacepa arrived with his American wife, Mary Lou, who had been on his CIA debriefing team and was a former Ivy League professor. I was surprised at his small stature. One expects the head of an Eastern European intelligence unit to be large and barrel-chested, to wear ill-fitting suits, and to have a mean and scarred face. Pacepa was only about 5 feet 7 or so, weighed not more than 160 pounds, was well-mannered, well-dressed and self-effacing, but could also be as tough as he needed to be.
His English was excellent, and his wife, who had helped him write the book and knew as much about the subject as he, was eager to be helpful and to explain everything.
His story was stunning, to say the least. Pacepa was the highest-ranking Communist to ever defect, which he accomplished by walking into the U.S. embassy in Bonn in 1979. His defection caused Ceaucescu to have a nervous breakdown, and he subsequently ordered Pacepa killed.
At least two assassination squads had been dispatched to the United States to find him, but the CIA had done a thorough job of hiding him. In the months following his defection, a third of the ruling Council of Ministers was demoted, 22 Romanian ambassadors were replaced, more than a dozen high-ranking security officers were arrested, while several dozen more simply vanished from sight. Much of the Warsaw Pact’s spy service in the West was gutted.
The CIA debriefed Pacepa for more than three years and learned, in the process, more than it ever knew about East Bloc intelligence. But perhaps more important was his detailed account of what went on inside the Romanian government, which was one of the most secretive in the Communist world. He described the splendor in which Ceaucescu and his wife lived while much of the country was virtually starving, and the extreme means of deception and disinformation undertaken by the regime to make the West believe that Romania was an independent state worthy of our assistance and trade.
We quickly negotiated a contract, and proceeded to edit the manuscript and prepare for the book’s publication. I hired an experienced researcher who had worked for the Defense Intelligence Agency to check facts and verify every bit of information he could in the Library of Congress, and I found a very able foreign affairs expert and former foreign correspondent to do the editing.
Pacepa and his wife came to town often—I still never knew where he lived the rest of the time—and we had long editorial meetings to resolve the many issues and questions that arose and to get everything as accurate as possible.
Red Horizons was published with a great deal of press attention, at least for a book on a relatively remote part of the world, and many major papers and magazines reviewed it and covered it in their news pages. Because of his fear of retribution by the Securitate, Pacepa would never appear in the same place twice, and would never appear at a public, previously announced meeting. We begged him to do a press conference at the National Press Club, but he would have no part of it. Instead, we scheduled a luncheon meeting for some 30 reporters, telling them that there would be a surprise, unnamed guest who would not disappoint them.
He certainly didn’t disappoint, and the stories that followed were published both in the United States and internationally. The book was launched.
We were also able to arrange many individual interviews for Pacepa—on TV, radio and in the print media. All were difficult to set up because of security concerns, although if truth be told, these probably added a little panache to the interviews and helped with the publicity.
Almost immediately we were barraged with requests from publishers around the world for foreign-language rights, and eventually Red Horizons was published in 19 languages in, among other places, France, Germany, England, Japan, Yugoslavia, Korea, Poland, Bulgaria, the Netherlands, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Israel and Italy. There was even a Romanian language edition, published in New York.
Although it was probably unnecessary, I could not resist having several copies delivered anonymously to the Romanian Embassy in Washington.
Pacepa later learned, from sources he maintained in Bucharest, that the book had been quickly translated and delivered personally to Ceaucescu, who was so outraged that he had another death sentence imposed on Pacepa. The dictator also made it known that anybody in the country found with a copy would immediately be shot.
Ceaucescu’s threats were not for naught. We discovered that a small bookstore in New York was doing a brisk business in copies sold to the crew of the weekly Bucharest-to-New York flight on the Romanian airline. They stashed the books on the plane and resold them in Bucharest (no doubt at a tidy profit).
One of the principal messages in the book—and the derivation of its title—was that Ceaucescu had cleverly devised a system he called Red Horizons to dupe the West into believing that he was a different sort of Communist, and that Romania, therefore, was a different sort of Communist country from the rest of the East Bloc. In theory, Romania was independent of Moscow, more interested in trade with the West, less repressive than other Warsaw Pact countries.
Of course, exactly the opposite was true. Nevertheless, Western diplomats were always so eager to find a silver lining in the cloud of communism that his message was accepted, in many circles, hook, line and sinker.
The Carter Administration bought the line, with the result that Ceaucescu and his wife and entourage had made a triumphant visit to the United States in April 1978. They were honored with a state dinner at the White House, a speech at the United Nations in New York, and visits to a Texas Instruments plant in Texas and other industrial facilities across the U.S. Pacepa accompanied Ceaucescu on this trip, and his account of it in the book, complete with running commentary by Ceaucescu about the idiocy of the Carter Administration, made up a considerable portion of the text.
As the book’s publisher, I was under the perhaps naive impression that it would be well received in the United States by virtually everybody interested in communism and Eastern Europe. I thought there would be a sincere desire to discover, for the first time, what went on inside a very secretive East Bloc country, that there would be real interest in seeing how that country’s leader feigned being a "different kind" of Communist while leading a regime that was heavily involved in murderer, assassination, drug trafficking, and promoting international terrorism. I thought most people in Washington, D.C., in particular, would want to know that Ceaucescu himself was a thief on a scale that rivaled Ferdinand Marcos.
But liberals, diplomats, and those helping Romania to maintain its Most Favored Nation trade status did not like the book at all. The U.S. State Department found it particularly distasteful.
But if the State Department didn’t like Pacepa’s book, the Romanian government liked it even less. Our employees became convinced that somebody had placed a bug in our telephone system. The FBI did a sweep and was never able to confirm that there was one. But one of our editors did receive a phoned death threat from an ominous-sounding fellow with a thick European accent—a threat we did not take particularly seriously, but which, it later turned out, may not have been in jest.
The Romanian office of Radio Free Europe (RFE) purchased the rights to read the book, in Romanian, over its Eastern European service. During the summer of 1988, for about a month, ten or so pages a day of Red Horizons were read over the radio each day. For perhaps the first time, Romanians learned what actually went on inside their presidential palace. I was later told that everybody in the country with access to a radio listened to those broadcasts, which became topic No. 1 in the country.
Shortly before the broadcasts began, the head of the Romanian desk at RFE, a young and healthy Romanian who had emigrated to the United States and become a U.S. citizen, was threatened that if the broadcasts proceeded he would die. Soon afterwards, he was diagnosed with brain cancer and died in a matter of weeks. Although a U.S. government investigation concluded the man died of natural causes, Pacepa always was sure the Romanian government had used radu, one of the old tricks developed by his former bureau on Ceaucescu’s orders.
Radu, administered to enemies of the state, consisted of a small device, no larger than a silver dollar, that could be concealed in a book or elsewhere in a small room, and that emitted a low-level radioactive charge, which generated, according to an account in Red Horizons, lethal forms of cancer.
Not to be deterred, however, Radio Free Europe rebroadcast Red Horizons in the fall of 1989, just as the first anti-government demonstrations were commencing in Timosoara and a few other places. Within weeks, a revolt had spread across the country and, on Christmas Day 1989, Ceaucescu and his wife were executed by firing squad, bringing to an end one of the last Communist regimes in Europe.
One of the revolutionaries’ first acts was to seize the government-controlled newspaper Adevarul (the Truth). The day after Ceaucescu was killed, the paper started serializing Red Horizons on the front page. In its lead, the paper explained that the broadcast by Radio Free Europe of Red Horizons had been an inspiration to the rebels, and concluded: "The publication of this book played an uncontested role in revealing in all its hideousness the true face of a dictatorship, which with diabolical cunningness had managed to outfox a part of the world."
What a way to measure the success of a book.
From the National Conservative Weekly Human Events Online
Some other links:
The New Russia Looks A Lot Like the Old Soviet Union
Young Elian: Victim of Fidel Castro's Damage Control
The above four links are articles written by General Pacepa. The links below are articles that cite General Pacepa as a source.
Arafat's past comes back to haunt him
Taking off the Gloves (Arafat)
Story also now available on FrontPageMag. Bump.
ROTFLMAO
Next time, please rehearse these simple phrases.
"I am deeply ashamed at the policies of my president, who was selected by five Supreme Court judges."
"The Bush junta is dragging the world into war."
"Bush is a well-trained puppet of Big Oil."
"I am so grateful to be in Germany, where I can speak my mind without fear of retribution."
"Please kick me. And when you're done kicking me, please kick me again."
See how easy it is to get your name in the paper?
Never say never, but for now and for the foreseeable future, the fact is the Germans have been defanged and neutered. They don't know who they are and what they want, so they have pretty much surrendered their foreign policy making to Paris.
The Franco-German project is going to end in tears and mutual recriminations. Germany will then come knocking on Washington's door, hat in hand, begging to be let in. It will be important at that point for the U.S. not to be vengeful but magnanimous, even if Germany does not deserve it.
I'm not so sure. If the Dems are smart -- and they can be -- they will pull a dark horse candidate out of a hat once the present batch of early declarers have finished savaging each other. This candidate will claim to be in full agreement with the Administration's foreign policy and then relentlessly focus on the economy and health care to the exclusion of everything else.
Remember Bill Clinton in 1992? This time, it could be the turn of Sen. John Breaux (D-La.)
Complacency will get you killed in politics.
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