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FRANK SULLIVAN<br />

"not a person in the room who regarded (him) with<br />

anything but fascinated, even astounded dissapproval.<br />

Grudgingly one had to marvel at his single-minded tenacity.<br />

Here we had a pure undisguised fanatic" . . . "The only question<br />

which left this remarkable performer flummoxed was a final<br />

one from a woman reporter. 'Can you point to any other country<br />

that supports apartheid?' 'That is not a fair question', he spluttered.<br />

'I would be disclosing confidential information' "<br />

"As we left the building in Mr. Louw's wake we overheard Mr. Bate,<br />

one of his publicity minions, whisper aloud and with some feeling,<br />

'Thank God, that is over."<br />

I mentioned earlier that when the Tunku came to London he<br />

would be facing a task with considerable handicaps. You can see<br />

from the Press conference that Mr. Louw himself was one of the<br />

handicaps. But as it turned out he was to meet his match in<br />

the Tunku.<br />

From this Press conference, Mr. Louw, leaving rather late<br />

went out to Downing Street for the afternoon session, being greeted<br />

on his departure from South Africa House by chants of "Murder,<br />

murder" coming from students on the steps of St. Martin's-in-the-<br />

Fields.<br />

The Tunku returned to Ritz Hotel about a quarter past six that<br />

evening. He seemed pre-occupied, and unlike previous occasions,<br />

he didn't talk about what had happened that afternoon at Downing<br />

Street. It was obvious he had something on his mind and gave no<br />

indication what it might be, For the rest of the night he made no<br />

reference to the Conference. At a quarter to six in the morning<br />

the telephone rang beside my bed. Sleepily I reached for the phone<br />

and heard a voice saying, "Is that you, Frank?". Only half<br />

awake I said, "Who is speaking?" and the telephone replied<br />

It is Tunku here". "I want you to come down here". I half<br />

dressed quickly, grabbed a notebook and pencil, and hurried downstairs.<br />

I should explain here that those who work for the Tunku<br />

know from experience that the early morning is often a time when<br />

he firmly makes up his mind.<br />

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