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One knows why plane carrying Hammarskjold
The question wasn’t who wanted Dag Hammarskjöld dead. The question was, who didn’t?
For a quiet diplomat, the Secretary-General of the United Nations made many enemies and at least one finally caught up with him. While he was on a peace mission in the new and chaotic Republic of the Congo in 1961, his plane mysteriously crashed.
“Mr. Hammarskjöld was on the point of getting something done when they killed him,” angry former President Harry Truman told reporters the next day. “Notice I said, ‘when they killed him.’ ”
Pressed further, though, the famously plain-speaking pol turned cryptic. “Draw your own conclusions,” he snapped.
Ravi Somaiya’s “The Golden Thread: The Cold War and the Mysterious Death of Dag Hammarskjold” also asks who they were. And it raises scary questions about just how far people, and governments, will go.
The story begins with the Congo itself. An area the size of western Europe, it contains the world’s fastest river, its largest lakes and some of its greatest mineral resources.
In 1482, a Portuguese captain sailing the South Atlantic saw its shoreline. After landing, he quickly erected a monument trumpeting his supposed discovery. It was news to the peaceable people already living there.
Their lives were about to change, horribly.
The African slave trade began in 1500 and before it was over, some 4 million Congolese would be enslaved and exiled, forced to pick cotton or cut sugar cane. Once the slavers finally left, a new villain moved in.
The white imperialist. Having already grabbed chunks of Asia and South America, the old European empires now looked to Africa to claim even more. By 1900, Britain and France had seized the lands of modern-day Kenya, Uganda, Nigeria, and 12 other nations. Their rule was brutal.
But the Congo became a new kind of hell.
Lacking a real army, King Leopold II of Belgium used trickery to gain a foothold on the continent. Claiming charitable intentions, he sent emissaries to “civilize” the Africans. Instead, the Belgians traded bolts of cloth for vast ancestral lands.
By 1885, the king personally owned most of the region. He turned it into a massive rubber plantation. Men who didn’t work fast enough had an arm cut off. Repeat offenders lost their heads.
Seventy-five years later, the brutality had abated, but the injustice remained, with 100,000 white colonists ruling over 14 million increasingly rebellious blacks. Fiings, nally, after months of uprisBelgium gave in and allowed free elections.
The Mouvement National Congolais party won a majority, and on June 30, 1960, declared the Republic of the Congo. Patrice Lumumba became the independent nation’s first prime minister.
The police force was still under white control, however, and Belgian troops remained. Foreign governments and major mining interests quickly played one black political faction against another. Soon, civil war erupted.
With the country falling apart, the United Nations became involved. They demanded Belgian forces withdraw, and sent an internaThey tional peacekeeping force. also sent the secretary-general.
The son of Sweden’s former prime minister, Hammarskjöld, grew up in a pink castle. He studied law and economics but came to love linguistics, and translated books of theology for fun. He went into government and, in 1953, was elected head of the UN.
But even after Hammarskjöld moved to New York, the middle-aged bachelor’s private life remained precisely that. There were reports he had a pet monkey and wrote poetry. There were rumors he was gay. No one was certain if his politics were right or left.
Meanwhile, by Hamoffice, marskjöld’s second term in life in the Republic of the Congo had gone from bad to unbearable.
Many of the whites who remained had already fled to the secessionist state of Katanga. Supported by the big mining companies, encouraged by the racist government of neighboring Rhodesia, they were soon joined by shady soldiers of fortune.
Meanwhile, fearing the leftist Lumumba could be another Castro, the CIA declared, “his removal must be an urgent and prime objective.” One potential assassination plot involved a tube of poisoned toothpaste.
Before they could act, though, the prime minister