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John Kiriakou's earliest surveillance operation, run at the age of nine with walkie-talkies against the neighbourhood children he suspected of stealing his father's tomatoes.
Asked directly whether he joined the CIA because he had wanted to be James Bond as a child, Kiriakou said that he kind of did. He asked his parents for walkie-talkies when he was nine, and he kept logs of what the neighbourhood children were doing. He loved the whole idea of being a spy.[1]
The case
Pressed on what he thought the neighbours were up to, Kiriakou said he does not really remember — with one exception. He remembers accusing one of the neighbourhood children of stealing his father’s tomatoes. So he did surveillance on the tomato patch.[2]
He accepts the interviewer’s characterisation of the boy he was — that he was a bit of a busybody, watching the neighbours — without softening it.[2]
The gap
The ambition, in Kiriakou’s account, was continuous all through his childhood and then went dormant. He wanted to be in the CIA the whole time, then put it out of his head, and it returned only in graduate school — where, as he tells it, the Agency came to him rather than the reverse, in the person of a professor who was not a professor.[2]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
