[Ed. – From a man who worked in this field himself, back in the day.]
Forty years ago, I paid with two death sentences from my native Romania. I had publicly revealed that Ceausescu’s highly praised independence from Moscow was in fact an undercover intelligence dictatorship, designed to transform Romania into a monument to him by annihilating his critics and enemies. “I’ll give you a name, and you’ll build a criminal record for him,” Ceausescu used to tell the head of the Securitate — his Marxist version of the FBI. For him, lying was the first step toward stealing and killing.
In July 1978, Ceausescu gave such a name to my foreign intelligence service, the DIE, and that was the last straw for me. In an open letter to the captive daughter I had to leave behind, repeatedly broadcast by Radio Free Europe after my defection, I explained:
I got the order to organize the assassination of Noel Bernard, the director of Radio Free Europe’s Romanian program, who had infuriated Ceausescu with his commentaries. Knowing you, Dana, I was firmly convinced that you would prefer no father to one who was an assassin.
I spent my next 30 American years under five presidents — some better than others — but the joy of being a part of this magnanimous land of freedom was surpassed only by the joy of simply being alive.
In 2008, however, I suddenly had the feeling of watching Ceausescu’s ghost haunting my adoptive country.
“We are the ones the world is waiting for,” proclaimed Barack Obama during his campaign, while his spiritual adviser Jeremiah Wright was caught on video screaming “God damn America.” The Democratic Party put the icing on the cake, proclaiming Obama an American Messiah.