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Ken Taylor: Not much cloak and dagger


By Claude Adams
J-Source

Peter C Newman was probably thinking of the likes of Norman Bethune, Pierre Trudeau and Terry Fox when he wrote, mischievously, that the one thing all Canadian heroes have in common, is that they are dead. Newman was wrong. Ken Taylor, a certifiable hero in most Canadians’ estimation, is still very much alive, and we are reminded of that in Robert Wright’s recent book, Our Man in Tehran.

Wright is an historian, but his Taylor book is pure, straightforward journalism, describing in probably too much detail how the ambassador and his staff sheltered six American diplomats in Tehran during the 1979-81 Iranian hostage crisis, and eventually "exfiltrated" them to safety with forged documents, out of the grasp of radical Ayatollah-loving revolutionaries.

The hostage crisis, which lasted for 444 days, was a low point in American foreign policy. It ruined the presidency of Jimmy Carter, and cast a pall over American prestige in the Middle East. Against that backdrop, the timing of Taylor’s achievement was propitious. He was exactly what the times needed: a good-looking adventurer, courageous, dashing, even a touch insubordinate in the 007 mode. The public mood needed a mythic hero, and Taylor fit the mold perfectly. Newspaper headlines dubbed him the "Scarlet Pimpernel"—a piece of extravagant silliness that drew a lot of chuckles among the mandarins of Foreign Affairs in Ottawa

Now, 30 years later, Wright recasts Taylor in a sensational new role: as a CIA operative. In fact, the phrase he uses in Our Man in Tehran is “de facto CIA station chief.” The Globe and Mail took out the Latin qualifier in its headline, calling Taylor simply “a CIA spy.” Naturally, other publications followed suit. One website, Examiner.com, used the phrases “CIA spy chief,” “CIA station chief,” “spymaster,” and “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Some follow-up stories described the details of the story as “explosive.”

In fact, nothing about the story is “explosive” and Taylor was a spy only in the very broadest sense of the word--the sense meant to promote an otherwise dry book. I haven’t seen a single review or reference that challenges the cloak-and-dagger characterization of Taylor’s work. For the most part, in fact, Taylor was an ambassador sending detailed intelligence and “sit-reps” (situation reports) to his bosses Ottawa (and not to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.) True, Taylor did have contact with a CIA agent in Tehran, named “Bob,” and some of the intelligence he sent was meant to help the US government put together a military rescue operation. He was, as some people called him, “a valuable asset.” And he did assemble “aggressive intelligence.” But he was not a spymaster. He was, rather, a resourceful diplomat who went beyond his brief.

The Globe also reported, quoting Wright, that Taylor’s “intelligence-gathering activities were kept secret by agreement between the Canadian and the US government.” In fact, a simple bit of fact-checking would have shown that this is simply not true.

None of this is new. In 1980, I co-wrote with Jean Pelletier of Montreal's La Presse a book entitled The Canadian Caper which detailed some of Taylor’s activities in Tehran. When Pelletier and I learned about the ambassador’s clandestine work way back then, we presented our information to Taylor and he acknowledged it, and we put it in our book. Ottawa never disputed our findings. Most of Taylor’s work involved him keeping his eyes open, driving around the city noting routes that a rescue force might use, and where crowds gathered, and passing this on in his daily communiqués to Ottawa. Spies have handlers, disguises, dead drops, cut-outs and the paraphernalia of tradecraft. Taylor had none of these. We never used the word “spy.”

A careful reading of Our Man in Tehran clearly shows that even if Taylor had wanted to act the spymaster, he wasn’t exactly suited for the job. To help him gather information, for example, Taylor enlisted Jim Edward, the embassy’s head of security, to snoop around the US embassy compound where the hostages were being held. Edward, fair-haired and six feet tall, later admitted that he "stood out like a sore thumb" among Iranians, and indeed, he was captured and briefly held by Iranian radicals.

Taylor also tells Wright that he and Edward kept track of trucks carrying food supplies into the embassy so they could determine the “daily caloric intake and assess the general health” of the hostages—a neat trick that sounds more like a fanciful guessing game than spycraft. As one of a number of possible exfiltration strategies, Taylor also favored passing his six American houseguests off as a team of agricultural experts from the University of Guelph. That idea was scrapped when someone asked why agricultural experts would be visiting Iran in the winter, when there were no crops in the fields.

Ken Taylor was not a spy, and the hyperventilative “revelations” today that he was one show poor judgment, and even poorer research, on the part of journalists re-telling his (30-year-old) story. He deserves to be celebrated, but for the right reasons—as a diplomat who did an admirable job under difficult conditions. And pace Peter C. Newman, he remains a living hero.

See this review in J-Source.

Eyeball-hunting in the new media


J-Source
March 2, 2010

In case you don’t know it yet, the future of journalism is eyeballs. Eyeballs are everything. Tomorrow’s successful journalist is an eyeball accumulator. It’s a simple formula, really. Each time your headline, photo or lede provokes the Internet surfer to hit the enter key, your story gets one eyeball. (To be optically correct, it should be two eyeballs per reader, but never mind.) Eyeballs, more often called "hits," add up. They are the cyber-equivalent of bums in seats. They are the measure of your proficiency as a modern communicator.

Okay, you're Net-literate so you already know this! But I didn’t. I learned it by working for five days for an online outfit called Allvoices, a Los-Angeles based company that calls itself "the leader in citizen reporting."

Now, citizen reporting is a euphemism for no money. Everybody knows that. But Allvoices decided to go the extra step, and to start a service called Provoices. "We recognize that these are tough times for many journalists," went their pitch. So they would pay "up to $250 per story" to qualified journalists who were selected for the Provoices program. Plus there was this teaser: they “may pay much more for certain high-traffic stories.”

Allvoices, they said, already has 200,000 registered citizen contributors, reaching more than 4 million monthly visitors. The Provoice correspondent, then, would reach a vast audience that had already been carved out, and make scads of money. All you had to do was bring in the eyeballs. Easy.

Read the rest of the story here

This article goes viral in Marketnews.

Winter Olympics: Do Medals Matter?



Letter to the Editor

Globe and Mail

Sunday, Feb. 28, 2010

Why do medals matter? Do they make us healthier, wiser, more caring? Do we become better citizens? What values do we invest in those pieces of gold, silver and bronze?

What does it say about us that we need these expensive distractions, which showcase a very small number of privileged athletes who play games extremely well? Does it speak to our need for heroes and role models, our sense of national identity?

Bertolt Brecht, playwright and party pooper, said it best: Pity the country that needs heroes. We don't need to own podiums. We need to own a more confident sense of self. Then maybe we can enjoy the Games without worrying so much about who wins and loses.

Claude Adams


March 16, 2010

Drugs, lions, snow etc.


Budding filmmaker Misha Kleider felt he had to sample cocaine and heroin to “understand the street” (A Walk On The Drug Side – March 16).

I admire his pluck. I just hope he applies a different modus operandi to any exploration of documentary subjects such as assisted suicide, lion taming or avalanche skiing.

Claude Adams, Surrey, B.C.

The Search for Olympic Riches


By Claude Adams

Three years after the 2002 Winter Games in Salt Lake City, a Utah furniture dealer was meeting with a group of visiting businesspeople representing the Vancouver Board of Trade. They had come to learn more about how a community can benefit from a world-class event like the Olympics. When the visitors asked him if having the Games in his state helped his business, the dealer grinned, shook his head and said, “Latvians don’t buy sofas.” Embedded in the joke was a truism that most B.C. businesses should take to heart as the 2010 Games unfold in Vancouver and Whistler: if you were hoping for a windfall of wild and reckless spending from the expected 250,000 visitors, you’ll probably be disappointed. For the most part, business spinoffs will be modest, of limited duration and selective. Hotels, restaurants, ski resorts and security services will do very well, thank you. They always do in mega-events. But even in these sectors, once the Latvians, Americans, Germans and other foreign visitors go home in March, things could get very, very quiet. That sofa may be sitting in your showroom window for another year or so.

The moral: trim your Olympic expectations. And take the long view. “People aren’t coming from around the world to buy furniture or artwork but to enjoy the Games,” says Bernie Magnan, chief economist of the Vancouver Board of Trade. “If you can get them to come back, that’s when you might get them to spend a whole lot of money.” In other words, make them feel good while they’re here and don’t block their views of the breathtaking images of Whistler and English Bay – then maybe they’ll return someday as visitors, investors or entrepreneurs. That’s when the Latvians might open their wallets.

Read the entire article here in BC Business magazine.