Bill Kelly's Review of David Talbot's "The Devil's Chessboard"

[Peter Lemkin]

The book is simply stunning in its portrayal of Dulles [2] and those around him from WW2 until his death - and his VERY LIKELY LEAD role in the events of Dallas! Personally, I don't think anyone can have a complete library of the better books on the assassination, nor understand it, without having read and digested this book.

Inside the plot to kill JFK: The secret story of the CIA and what really happened in Dallas

The official narrative only gets more implausible, especially when you hear the stories of these secret super-spies

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Excerpted from "The Devil's Chessboard: Allen Dulles, the CIA and the Rise of America's Secret Government"
Those resolute voices in American public life that continue to deny the existence of a conspiracy to kill President Kennedy argue that "someone would have talked." This line of reasoning is often used by journalists who have made no effort themselves to closely inspect the growing body of evidence and have not undertaken any of their own investigative reporting. The argument betrays a touchingly naïve media biasa belief that the American press establishment itself, that great slumbering watchdog, could be counted on to solve such a monumental crime, one that sprung from the very system of governance of which corporate media is an essential part. The official version of the Kennedy assassinationdespite its myriad improbabilities, which have only grown more inconceivable with timeremains firmly embedded in the media consciousness, as unquestioned as the law of gravity.
In fact, many people have talked during the past half of a centuryincluding some directly connected to the plot against Kennedy. But the media simply refused to listen. One of the most intriguing examples of someone talking occurred in 2003, when an old and ailing Howard Hunt began unburdening himself to his eldest son, Saint John.
"Saint," as his father called him, was a loyal and loving son, who had suffered through the upheavals of the spy's life, along with the rest of his family. Late one night in June 1972, at the family's Witches Island home in suburban Maryland, Hunt had frantically woken up his eighteen-year-old son. "I need you to do exactly as I say, and not ask any questions!" said Hunt, who was in a sweaty and disheveled state that his son had never before witnessed. He ordered Saint John to fetch window cleaner, rags, and rubber gloves from the kitchen and to help him rub away fingerprints from a pile of espionage equipment, including cameras, microphones, and walkie-talkies. Later, Saint helped his father stuff the equipment into two suitcases, which they loaded into the trunk of his father's Pontiac Firebird. Hunt and his son drove through the darkness to the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal, where the spook got out and tossed the suitcases into the murky water. On the way back home, Hunt told Saint that he had been doing some special work for the White House, and things had gone south.
It was the beginning of the Watergate drama, in which Howard Hunt played a starring role as the leader of the "White House plumbers," the five burglars who were arrested while breaking into the Democratic Party's national headquarters. All five of the men had a long history with Hunt, dating back to the earliest days of the underground war against Castro, and at least twoFrank Sturgis and Virgilio Gonzalezwere rumored to have played roles in the Kennedy assassination.
As the Watergate scandal unfolded, Hunt drew Saint and the rest of his family deeper into his disintegrating life. Saint's beloved mother, Dorothyan exotic beauty with her own espionage backgroundwould die in a plane crash in the midst of the Watergate crisis, while serving as a mysterious courier for her husband. When her United Airlines flight from Washington's Dulles Airport crashed while landing at Chicago's Midway Airport in December 1972, Dorothy Hunt was carrying over $2 million in cash and money orders, some of which was later traced to President Nixon's reelection campaign.
As Nixon frantically tried to cover his tracks in the widening scandal, sketchy money began flowing back and forth. The president was desperate to keep Hunt quiet and during one White House meeting, Nixon caught on his secret taping systemfigured it would cost "a million in cash. We could get our hands on that kind of money." Hunt felt that Nixon owed him and his team. "I had five men whose families needed to be supported," Hunt later said. "And I had a big house, stalls for six horses, kids in private schoolI had needs for contributions that were greater than the average person's. . . . There's a long tradition that when a warrior is captured, the commanding officer takes care of his family."
Nixon knew that Howard Hunt had played key roles in some of America's darkest mysteries. On June 23, 1972while discussing the Watergate break-in with H. R. Haldeman, his devoted political deputy and White House chief of staffNixon was taped saying, "Hunt . . . will uncover a lot of things. You open that scab, there's a hell of a lot of things. . . . This involves these Cubans, Hunt and a lot of hanky-panky that we have nothing to do with ourselves."
Nixon wanted Haldeman to lean on Dick Helms, who was then CIA director, by warning him that if the spy agency did not help shut down the growing Watergate scandal, "[t]he President's belief is that this is going to open up that whole Bay of Pigs thing . . . and it's going to make the CIA look bad, it's going to make Hunt look bad, and is likely to blow the whole Bay of Pigs thing . . . and we think it would be very unfortunate for the CIA and for the country at this time."
Nixon's ploy did not work. When Haldeman sat Helms down in his office and delivered the president's thinly veiled threat about "the Bay of Pigs thing," the normally icy-cool Helms exploded. "The Bay of Pigs had nothing to do with this!" he shouted. Nixon only succeeded in further antagonizing a very powerful Washington institution, one capable of far more deviousness than even he was.
What did Nixon mean by "the whole Bay of Pigs thing"? According to Haldeman, it was Nixon's way of referring to the unspeakablethe Kennedy assassination. Other historians have speculated that it was shorthand for the CIA-Mafia plots against Castro. In any case, "the Bay of Pigs thing" was an apt code nameit conjured all the swampy intrigue that began leaching through the Kennedy administration after Allen Dulles and his agency suffered their humiliation in Cuba, everything the CIA wanted to keep deeply hidden. And Howard Hunt was knee-deep in much of this muck.
Hunt's adventures in the spy trade eventually tore apart his family and sent him to federal prison for nearly three years. By 2003, the retired spy was living in a modest ranch house in north Miami with his second wife, Laura, who was twenty-seven years younger. She had fallen for him while watching him give a prison interview on Watergate. "I liked all those menthat must seem strange to you," Laura Hunt told a Miami Herald reporter. "Not for what he'd doneI don't admire thatbut I admired him for serving the government, and I admired his intellect."
At eighty-four, Hunt seemed to be fading out, suffering from a variety of maladies, including hardening of the arteries, which had resulted in the amputation of his left leg and confined him to a wheelchair. He had a new family, including the two children he had with Laura. But Saint John Hunt felt it was time for his father to finally come clean for the sake of his first family. Following years of estrangement, Saint began to spend time with his father, watching his favorite Fox News shows with him at his Miami house and, when the old man felt up to it, dredging up the past. Laura did not want Saint John to reopen this history, but he felt strongly that his father owed him this honesty.
After his family fell apart, Saint John had gone on the road as a rock musician and drug peddler, a trip that eventually deposited him in the coastal redwoods of northern California. But by the time he reunited with his father, Saint was a sober, middle-aged, law-abiding citizen who was eager to make sense of his earlier life. He was particularly interested in talking with his father about the Kennedy assassinationwhich he knew his father had long been linked to in conspiracy literature.
Saint's father had always insisted that he had nothing to do with Kennedy's death, that he was at home in Washington the day of the assassination, not in Dallas, as many JFK researchers alleged. Hunt claimed that he was shopping for ingredients at a Chinese grocery store in Washington, to cook dinner that night with his wife, when the news bulletin about Kennedy came over the car radio. But Saint, who was in the fifth grade at the time, had no memory of his father being home that day when he was let out early from school, or later that evening. And he found his father's cover story about cooking the Chinese meal, which Hunt told under oath at a trial related to the Kennedy assassination, absurd. "I can tell you that's the biggest load of crap in the world," Saint John told Rolling Stone in 2007. "My dad in the kitchen? Chopping vegetables with his wife? I'm so sorry, but that would never happen. Ever."

His mother told Saint John, around the time of the assassination, that his father had indeed been in Dallas. The mystery of his father's whereabouts that day would prey on Saint for years. He was determined to engage his father on the subject before it was too late.
By 2003, Howard Hunt was ready to finally talk. He feared that his life was coming to an end, and he was deeply regretful that he had so little to leave his family after all they had endured. For a time, he flirted with the idea of telling all to actor Kevin Costner, who had starred in Oliver Stone's film JFK. Costner dangled a big financial reward in front of Hunt if he revealed everything he knew about Dallas, but when the money never appeared, Hunt finally dismissed the actor as a "numbskull." Saint John nonetheless urged his father to continue down the path of full disclosure while he was still of sound mind. He made his plea in a long letter to his father, telling him that it was time to finally reveal what he knewhe "owed it," wrote Saint, "to himself, the Nation, and his family to leave a legacy of truth instead of doubt."
Soon afterward, Hunt phoned his son in California and summoned him to Miami. On December 7, 2003, Saint John Hunt flew to Floridawhere so much of his father's secret life had unfoldedto hear his final testament.
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When he arrived at his father's house, at the end of a cul-de-sac in the Biscayne Bay neighborhood, Saint found Hunt in bed, looking frail and washed out. But the old man perked up when he saw his son. He asked Saint to wheel him into the TV room, where they shared some soup for lunch and watched an agitated round of Fox News at the high volume required by the hard-of-hearing Hunt. Finally, Saint broached the subject that he had come to discuss. "Papa, can we talk about my letter?"
Hunt suggested that Saint wheel him back to his bedroom, in case his wife returned. "We don't want her getting upset by this," Hunt told his son. "She believes what I told her: that I don't know anything about JFK's murder."
"I think Laura's very naïve about the darker side of politics," said Saint John.
"Well, that's one of the reasons I love her so much," his father replied.
Then, after making Saint John promise he would never reveal what he was about to tell him without his permission, Hunt launched into a remarkable story of the plot to kill John F. Kennedy. It waseven at this late date in Hunt's lifestill a carefully parsed tale. He clearly was not telling everything he knewand he seemed to be downplaying his own role in the crime as well as the complicity of former CIA superiors to whom he remained loyal. He also couched much of his narrative in an oddly speculative manner, as if he were not fully certain of the exact configuration of the plot. Nonetheless, what Hunt did tell Saint John that day was stunning enough. Over the following months, the spy elaborated on his story as his health occasionally improved. At one point, Saint brought in an expert on the Kennedy assassination and WatergateEric Hamburg, a Los Angeles writer-producer and a former aide to Senator John Kerryto help videotape interviews with his father.
Laura Hunt ultimately cut short her husband's extraordinary journey of truth telling with his son. But before Hunt died in 2007, he left behind video interviews, audiotapes, and notes in his own handas well as a somewhat revealing memoir called American Spy. Hunt's confessional trove amounts to a tortured effort to reveal what he knew, while still guarding his family's sensitivities, old professional loyalties, and whatever was left of his good name. After his father died, Saint John would make a valiant effort to get Hunt's confessionswhich should have been headline newsinto the hands of the major media gatekeepers. A 60 Minutes producer spent days poring over Saint John's rich material, but he was finally forced to apologize that the story had been spiked from above. In the end, only Rolling Stonealong with a scattering of alternative media outletscovered the story of Howard Hunt's astonishing final statements about the crime of the century. Saint John's own memoir of his father's escapades and his family's ordeal, Bond of Secrecy, was released by a small Oregon publisher and received little promotion or attention.
This was the story that Howard Hunt left behind. Sometime in 1963, Hunt said, he was invited to a meeting at one of the CIA safe houses in Miami by Frank Sturgis, a soldier of fortune who had worked under Hunt in the anti-Castro undergrounda man with whom Hunt would be forever linked when they were later arrested for the Watergate break-in. Also in attendance at the Miami meeting was David Morales, another CIA veteran of the anti-Castro campaign who was well known to Hunt. Moralesa big, intimidating man who had grown up in a poor Mexican American family in Phoenixdid not fit the polished CIA profile. But the agency found a use for "El Indio"as Morales, with his strong indigenous features, was known by his colleagues.
"Dave Morales did dirty work for the agency," according to Wayne Smith, a diplomat who worked alongside Morales in the U.S. embassy in Havana before Castro took power. "If he were in the mob, he'd be called a hit man."
Thomas Clines, a colleague of Morales's in the CIA's Miami station, was more complimentary in his description, but it amounted to the same thing: "We all admired the hell out of the guy. He drank like crazy, but he was bright as hell. He could fool people into thinking he was stupid by acting stupid, but he knew about cultural things all over the world. People were afraid of him. He was big and aggressive, and he had this mystique. Stories about him permeated the agency. If the agency needed someone action-oriented, he was at the top of the list. If the U.S. government as a matter of policy needed someone or something neutralized, Dave would do it, including things that were repugnant to a lot of people."
Ruben Carbajal, Morales's lifelong friend from their boyhood days on the streets of Phoenix, was even more blunt about "Didi"the man who was like a brother to him: "When some asshole needed to be killed, Didi was the man to do it. . . . That was his job."
According to Morales's daughter, he was the CIA's "peon." Her father was utterly devoted to the agency. "He did whatever he was told. They gave him a lifestyle that he would never have had under any circumstances. . . . He did everything for the Company. His family wasn't his lifethe Company was his life."
At the secret Miami meeting, Morales told Hunt that he had been recruited for an "off-the-board" operation by Bill Harvey, with whom El Indio had worked closely on the ZR/Rifle project to kill Castro. The aim of this "off-the-board" operation, it soon became clear, was to assassinate President Kennedy. Morales and Sturgis referred to the president's planned demise as "the big event."
In his account of the meeting, Hunt presented Harvey and Morales as the key operational figures in the plot; Harvey did not attend the meeting but seemed to loom over it. Hunt suggested that Harvey was in charge of hiring the sharpshooters to kill Kennedy and transporting the weapons to Dallas. According to Hunt, the gunmen were likely recruited from the Corsican underworld. As Harvey once indicated, when it came to highly delicate assignments, working with Corsican gangsters was preferable because they were harder to trace back to the CIA than Italian or American Mafia hit men.
Hunt found Harvey and Morales to be disturbing characters. The two men "could have been manufactured from the same cloth," Hunt wrote in his memoir. "Both were hard-drinking, tough guys, possibly completely amoral. Morales was rumored to be a cold-blooded killer, the go-to guy in black ops situations where the government needed to have someone neutralized. I tried to cut short any contact with him, as he wore thin very quickly."
To Morales, Kennedy was "that no good son of a bitch motherfucker" who was responsible for the deaths of the men he had trained for the Bay of Pigs mission. "We took care of that son of a bitch, didn't we?" Morales told his attorney, Robert Walton, in 1973, after an evening of drinking loosened the CIA hit man's tongue. It was one more confession that the media ignored, even after it was reported by one of their own, Gaeton Fonzi, a Philadelphia investigative journalist who, after going to work for the House Select Committee on Assassinations, unearthed some of the most important information related to the Kennedy case.

Hunt might have been wary of men like Harvey and Morales, but he shared their venomous attitudes toward President Kennedy. Toward the end of the Miami meeting, Sturgis made the group's pitch to Hunt: "You're somebody we all look up to. . . . We know how you feel about the man [Kennedy]. Are you with us?"
Hunt told the group his main reservation about joining them. It was a tactical concern, not a moral one. "Look," he told Sturgis, "if Bill Harvey has anything to do with this, you can count me out. The man is an alcoholic and a psycho." Sturgis laughed. "You're rightbut that SOB has the balls to do it."
As Hunt related his story to his son, he remained fuzzy about his own involvement in the plot. In the end, he said, he played only a peripheral "benchwarmer" role in the killing of Kennedy. It was Bill Harvey who was the quarterback, according to Hunt. Despite Harvey's reputation for hard drinking, the agency's assassination chief had the experience and connections to pull off something like "the big event." While assembling his Castro assassination team, Harvey had reached out to a variety of underworld professionals, including (with Helms's permission) the infamous European assassin code-named QJ-WIN, whom the CIA had recruited to kill Patrice Lumumba. And Harvey was well positioned as Rome station chief to once again plumb the European underworld for a Dallas killing team.
In fact, among the strange and murderous characters who converged on Dallas in November 1963 was a notorious French OAS commando named Jean Souetre, who was connected to the plots against President de Gaulle. Souetre was arrested in Dallas after the Kennedy assassination and expelled to Mexico. Souetre's expulsion brought an urgent inquiry from French intelligence officials to the CIA about the dangerous outlaw's likely whereabouts, since de Gaulle was about to travel to Mexico for a state visit.
Hunt's speculations about the Kennedy conspiracy were in line with the suspicions of the House Assassinations Committee. When the congressional inquiry got under way in 1976, the panel's most energetic investigators zeroed in on the CIA's anti-Castro operation as the nest from which the JFK plot had sprungand Bill Harvey soon emerged as a prime suspect.
"We tried to get Harvey's travel vouchers and security file from the CIA, but we were never able to," recalled Dan Hardway. Hardway was the bright Cornell Law School student to whom the congressional committee gave the weighty task of investigating the CIA's possible links to the assassination. "One CIA official told me, So you're from Congresswhat the hell is that to us? You'll be packed up and gone in a couple years, and we'll still be here.'
"But we did come across documents that suggested Harvey was traveling a lot in the weeks leading up to the assassination, while he was supposed to be running the Rome station. . . . Near the end of our investigation, I typed up a memo, making my case against Harvey as a leading figure in the crime. I typed it up in the committee's secure room, on the yellow security paper with a purple border marked Top Secret.' That memo has since disappeared."
While the Miami conspirators made it clear that Bill Harvey was playing a central role in "the big event," they assured Hunt that the chain of command went much higher than Harvey. Vice President Johnson himself had signed off on the plot, Morales insisted. Hunt found this plausible. As he observed in his memoir, "Lyndon Johnson was an opportunist who would not hesitate to get rid of any obstacles in his way."
Hunt was mindful of Washington's strict "caste system," but he was convinced that "Harvey's rank and position was such that a vice president could talk to him."
This is where Hunt began to obfuscate. There is no evidence that Lyndon Johnson and Bill Harvey were ever in close contact, and, in fact, the two men's "rank and position" were disparate enough to make such communication unlikely. It is simply not credible that a man in Johnson's position would have discussed something as extraordinarily sensitive as the removal of the president with a man who occupied Harvey's place in the national security hierarchy.
The man Johnson did know best in the intelligence world was Allen Dulles. Unlike Harvey, Dulles had the stature and the clout to assure a man like LBJ that the plot had the high-level support it needed to be successful.
Howard Hunt was fully aware of the seating arrangements at the Washington power table. He knew, in fact, that Dulles outranked Johnson in this rarefied circle. Hunt undoubtedly realized that the vice president might be a passive accessory, or even an active accomplice, in what would be the crime of the century. But Johnson was certainly not the mastermind. And yet, loyal to the end, even on his deathbed Hunt could not bring himself to name Dullesthat "remarkable man," as Hunt once gushed, whom it had been his "honor" to serve.
In his memoir, Hunt engaged in a kind of sleight of hand, hypothesizing about the likely identities of the conspirators, as if he didn't know for certain. But in his communications with Saint John, Hunt was more emphatic about the plotters. In addition to Harvey and Morales, the names David Atlee Phillips and Cord Meyer figured prominently in Hunt's "speculations."
Phillips was the CIA counterintelligence specialist who had worked closely with Hunt on the Guatemala coup and the Bay of Pigs invasion. Like Harvey and Morales, Phillips did not belong to the Ivy League elite. The Texas-born, roughly handsome, chain-smoking Phillips had been a nose gunner during World War II, not an OSS gentleman spy. After the war, he rambled around Latin America, trying his hand at acting and publishing before being recruited into the CIA. His covert work won the admiration of Helms, who made him chief of the agency's Cuba operations after Harvey was whisked off to Rome to escape Bobby Kennedy's wrath. In that position, Phillips was free to roam within the "yeasty" world of anti-Castro and anti-Kennedy ferment, as Senator Gary Hart later described it.
Meyer belonged to the agency's Georgetown set. At Yale, he had dreamed of a writing career andafter returning from the war in the South Pacific, partly blinded by a Japanese grenadehe devoted himself for a time to the cause of world peace. But after he was initiated into the spy fraternitywhere he fell under the spell of Jim Angletonhe became chief of the CIA's culture war, secretly dispersing cash to the literary types whose ranks he once imagined joining. After his beautiful, artistic wife, Mary, left him, Meyer became an increasingly embittered Cold Warriorand his disposition grew only gloomier when she became a mistress of JFK.
Hunt carefully refrained from naming Dulles in his confessions, but nearly every CIA official whom he implicated led directly to the Old Man. Dulles had recruited them or promoted them or given them the agency's most delicate assignments. Meyer was particularly beholden to Dulles, who had saved his career in 1953, when Joe McCarthy tried to purge the agency of those agents who had once been youthful idealists. In the fall of 1963, during the weeks leading up to the Kennedy assassination, Meyer was a guest at Dulles's home on more than one occasionalong with another important member of Angleton's shop, Jim Hunt (no relation to Howard), and Angleton himself.
Howard Hunt might have been wary about joining a JFK plot managed by Bill Harvey. But if he knew that Allen Dulles was at the top of the chain of command, that would have instilled in him all the confidence he needed. Despite his coyness about his own role, some felt that Hunt had been much more than a "benchwarmer." At one point, the CIA itself seemed poised to make Hunt the fall guy in the crime. In the 1970s, as congressional investigators inched uncomfortably close to some of the CIA's most disturbing secrets, Hunt's own colleagues seriously considered throwing him to the wolves.


In August 1978, as the House Select Committee on Assassinations entered the final stage of its probe, a former CIA official named Victor Marchetti published an eye-opening article in The Spotlight, a magazine put out by the right-wing Liberty Lobby whose pages often reflected the noxious views of the group's eccentric founder, Willis Carto. Marchetti wrote that CIA officials had decided that if the assassinations committee crept too close to the truth, the agency was prepared to scapegoat Hunt and some of his sidekicks, such as Sturgis. "[Hunt's] luck has run out, and the CIA has decided to sacrifice him to protect its clandestine services," Marchetti wrote. "The agency is furious with Hunt for having dragged it publicly into the Nixon mess and for having blackmailed it after he was arrested. Besides, Hunt is vulnerablean easy target as they say in the spy business. His reputation and integrity have been destroyed. . . . In the public hearings, the CIA will admit' that Hunt was involved in the conspiracy to kill Kennedy. The CIA may go so far as to admit' that there were three gunmen shooting at Kennedy."
Marchetti described this CIA plan as a classic "limited hangout" strategyspy jargon for releasing some of the hidden facts, in order to distract the public from bigger, more explosive information. While The Spotlight was a sketchy publication, Marchetti himself had credibility. A former Soviet military specialist for the CIA, he had risen to become a special assistant to Helms before resigning in 1969 over disagreements with agency policy. In 1973, Marchetti wrote a critique of the agency, The CIA and the Cult of Intelligence, which the agency forced his publisher, Alfred A. Knopf, to heavily censor. But Marchetti remained a CIA loyalist at heart, and he retained strong ties to the agency.
In the ensuing uproar over the Spotlight article, Hunt sued for defamation of character, insisting that he had nothing to do with the Kennedy assassination, but he ultimately lost his court case. The Liberty Lobby's attorney, famed JFK researcher Mark Lane, succeeded in convincing the jury that Hunt might indeed have been in Dallas, as his own son came to believe.
During the trial, Lane uncovered the surprising identities of Marchetti's sources: Jim Angleton and William Corson, a former Marine officer who had served with Dulles's son in Korea and later worked for the spymaster. Marchetti was clearly a conduit for the deep rumblings from within Langley. His article was a fascinating window into the CIA's organizational psychology during a period of the agency's greatest distress.
Marchetti himself was troubled by the unanswered questions swirling around the Kennedy assassination. "This is a thing in my mind that is not 100 percent certainthere is that two to three percent that remains open," he said. And much of Marchetti's suspicion focused on Hunt. "He might have been down there [in Dallas] for some other reason, but . . . who knows?" Some of the evidence about Hunt that came out during the Liberty Lobby trial, added Marchetti, "was just very, very strange."
As the CIA prepared its "limited hangout" strategy on the Kennedy assassination, Hunt was not the only officer considered "expendable" by the agency. Bill Harvey, too, felt that he was being hung out to dry when he was subpoenaed by the Church Committee to testify about the CIA's assassination plots against foreign leaders. Word circulated in Washington that Harvey had gone "rogue." Like Kurtz in Heart of Darkness, it was whispered, he had gone off the rails during his exploits in the espionage wildernesshis thinking had become unsound. Harvey was very familiar with the CIA's character assassination machinery, and he now found himself a target of it: he had never been one of the Fifth Avenue cowboys, and now they were turning on him. Long after he was gone, Harvey's family still resented the CIA high command for how they had treated him. They "threw him under the bus," in the words of his daughter, Sally.
Harvey's widow, CG, was bitterly aware of the CIA class system. "Bill always had very good opportunities for travel and learning," she said, still defending her late husband against the agency prejudices. "And for these people to turn up their noses and say that Bill was from nothing, just because he graduated in law school at Indiana University, always made me feel that they were jealous and that they really couldn't carry his briefcase when it came to intelligence. . . . Bill gave his life to his country."
All the stories that came spilling out of the agency about Harvey's wild wayshis love of guns, his fondness for birdbath-size martinis, his eruptions of black fury at the Kennedysthey were all meant to show that he was the type who could blow his top and do anything. But Harvey's consistently glowing CIA fitness reports tell a different story. There was nothing rogue about Bill Harvey in these pageshe was portrayed as a dedicated and highly valued professional. Even after Harvey had enraged Bobby Kennedy with his Cuban antics, he continued to win enthusiastic reviews from his superiors. "It is difficult to prepare a fitness report on this outstanding officer, largely because forms do not lend themselves to measuring his many unique characteristics," began Harvey's October 1962 report, which cited his "professional knowledge . . . toughness of mind and firmness of attitude."
Harvey, the report concluded, "is one of the few distinctly outstanding officers" in the CIA's action arm.
Likewise, after the violently inclined Harvey alarmed F. Mark Wyatt, his Rome deputy, so severely that Wyatt asked to be transferred home, Harvey's performance continued to be rated "outstanding" by agency officials. Harvey's March 1965 report commended "his determination to accomplish his basic objectives regardless of the obstacles which he encounters." The Rome station "must be guided with a strong hand," the report continued, "which Mr. Harvey is well able to supply." Dick Helms had sent Wyatt to Rome to help keep an eye on Harvey. But when Wyatt was recalled to Langley and told Helms about the extreme methods that Harvey was employing in Rome, the CIA did nothing to discipline Harvey. Instead, it was Wyatt who found his career stalled.
Harvey always vehemently denied that he was a reckless maverick. Testifying before the Church Committee, he insisted that he had never done anything that was "unauthorized, freewheeling or in any way outside the framework of my responsibilities and duties as an officer of the agency." The truly alarming thing is that Harvey was probably telling the truth. But the men who had authorized his extreme actions were quite willing for him to take the blame. Like Hunt, he was "an easy target" for the spymasters.
Bill Harvey and Howard Hunt both prided themselves on being part of the CIA's upper tier. But that's not how these men were viewed at the top of the agency. Hunt liked to brag that he had family connections to Wild Bill Donovan himself, who had admitted him into the OSS, the original roundtable of American intelligence. But it turned out that Hunt's father was a lobbyist in upstate New York to whom Donovan owed a favor, not a fellow Wall Street lawyer. Everyone knew Hunt was a writer, but they also knew he was no Ian Fleming.
Hunt didn't figure out how these men really saw him until it was much too late. "I thoughtmistakenlythat I was dealing with honorable men," he said near the end of his life.
To the Georgetown set, there would always be something low-rent about men like Huntas well as Harvey and Morales. The CIA was a cold hierarchy. Men like this would never be invited for lunch with Dulles at the Alibi Club or to play tennis with Dick Helms at the Chevy Chase Club. These men were indispensableuntil they became expendable.
Hunt, Harvey, and Morales were among the expendable men sent to Dallas in November 1963. But the most expendable of all was a young ex-marine with a perplexing past named Lee Harvey Oswald.

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