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A Green Beret's True Story of His Jack Lawson with Sully de Fontaine

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Introduction<br />

truth can be twisted, cut, bent and warped. But like an absolute<br />

law <strong>of</strong> science it still remains the truth. What purpose<br />

does history serve if it is not truthful? Since the truth <strong>of</strong> Patrice Lumumba<br />

and the Congo is not what has been written in most accounts,<br />

I enlisted the help <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jack</strong> <strong>Lawson</strong> to write a memoir on the genesis <strong>of</strong><br />

American military involvement in the Congo.<br />

Lumumba’s meteoric rise and sud<strong>de</strong>n fall is one in which he is<br />

portrayed as the black-nationalist victim <strong>of</strong> ruthless Western powers<br />

and colonial financial interests in the Congo. The popular impression<br />

is that Lumumba was crushed like the ember representing the fire<br />

<strong>of</strong> freedom for black Africans. The fashionable belief is that he was<br />

driven out <strong>of</strong> <strong>de</strong>speration to turn to communist nations for help.<br />

My experience differed <strong>with</strong> that version.<br />

When I traveled <strong>with</strong> Patrice Lumumba, and was there to secretly<br />

guard his life, I had many personal conversations <strong>with</strong> him. This<br />

was during the early days <strong>of</strong> the newly in<strong>de</strong>pen<strong>de</strong>nt Belgian Congo.<br />

As an ambitious communist, he had scaled the country’s topsyturvy<br />

political lad<strong>de</strong>r before he was chosen prime minister <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Republic <strong>of</strong> the Congo.<br />

In keeping <strong>with</strong> the plan, I had fooled him into thinking I was a<br />

communist, like him, not from Africa but from a family tied to<br />

France’s chemical industry. Our conversations, always spoken in<br />

French, ranged from politicians and i<strong>de</strong>ology to trivial talk. He<br />

never failed to come across as macho and self-centered. But I didn’t<br />

care because he trusted me.

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