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An episode John Kiriakou uses to convey the scale of CIA penetration of foreign political classes: spotting a former prime minister at a diplomatic cocktail party, rushing back to the embassy to file for a name trace and vulnerability assessment before anyone else could approach him, and receiving a same-day instruction to cease and desist because the man had already been an agency asset for decades.
Asked to convey the scale on which the United States government has foreign officials working for it, John Kiriakou answered with an episode rather than a number.
“I was at a cocktail party once, a diplomatic cocktail party, and I met a guy who I immediately recognised as a former prime minister. And I thought, ”oh my God, he”s a former prime minister — now he”s not just a member, he”s a founder of a less popular party. He”s probably not going to be prime minister again, but maybe he will be. Who knows?” So I rush back to the embassy, I fill out a template for this cable, and I say, ”hey, I met the former prime minister. Give me a name trace on him. Looking for any vulnerabilities. I”m going to invite him to dinner, I”m going to try to get him.” And then they send me a cable back the next day and they said: ”cease and desist. He”s been ours since the ”70s.””[1][2]
The procedure the story turns on is routine — an operational cable requesting a trace and a vulnerability assessment is the first step of any approach — and the point of the anecdote is that the answer came back not as a caution but as a collision. The man had been recruited before Kiriakou joined the agency.[2]
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