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֑ Online ऽ Facts and Fears: Hard Truths from a Life in Intelligence page ⮀ E-Pub Author James R Clapper ᔮ ֑ Online ऽ Facts and Fears: Hard Truths from a Life in Intelligence page ⮀ E-Pub Author James R Clapper ᔮ Chapter OneBorn into the Intelligence Business When I accepted President Obama s offer to be the director of national intelligence, I was pushing seventy years old Today, of course, I m dragging it closer and closer to eighty One reason that s significant is that both the earliest notions of a US Intelligence Community and the menace of the Soviet threat to the West were born about the same time as I was My father was drafted into the Army in 1944, when I was three years old As a signals intelligence officer during the war, he supported intercepting Japanese and German communications used to help the Allies win the war He became deeply committed to the mission and respected the people he worked with, and before the ink was dry on the Japanese instrument of unconditional surrender, he d decided to stay in the Army while most everyone else was demobilizing and shedding the uniform Growing up and moving around from one signals intelligence site to another, I learned from a very early age to never nevertalk about what my dad did I think my parents would be shocked, and my mother also mildly amused, that after retiring from the intelligence profession in 2017, I d try to publicly explain what the Intelligence Communitythe IC is, what it does, and what it should stand for.For me, this seven decade and journey started with a bang, and not a good one My earliest vivid memory is of my mother and me entering the port of Leghorn Livorno , Italy, in 1946, on our way to meet my dad in Eritrea, on the Horn of Africa We were among the first US dependents to cross the Atlantic after the war, a trip my mother portrayed as a big adventureI m sure to calm her own apprehensions as much as mine US forces had liberated the city of Leghorn from the Germans in 1944 and still occupied it and controlled the harbor, but postwar Italy wasn t precisely safe for US dependents, or really for anyone As our troopship, the USS Fred T Berry, entered the harbor, I heard and felt an explosion, and the ship went dead in the water Its alarm bells started ringing, three rings and a pause, and then repeatedI can still hear the shrill soundand we rushed topside Huddling on the deck, I felt my mother gripping the back of my far too big life preserver and watched as lifeboats were lowered over the side She told me years later that the crew had barely kept the ship from sinking As we were towed into port, the mast tops of sunken ships slowly passed to either side, looking every bit like crosses in a graveyard for vessels not as fortunate as ours.We spent a couple of weeks in Leghorn while the rudder was repaired and then continued on our voyage to Africa In Alexandria, my dad bribed the harbor pilot with a carton of cigarettes to take him out to meet us as our ship made its way into port I don t recall arriving in Egypt, but my second vivid childhood memory is of leaving, my mother shaking me from sleep in a hotel in Cairo while my dad quickly packed our bags She told me, calmly but urgently, that we had to go to Payne Field, Cairo s airport, and leave the country immediately I was barely awake as we raced to board an airplane The family legend is that King Farouk had met them that night in the hotel bar, which must have seemed like amazing luck, at least until the king made a pass at my mother, my dad tried to punch him, and we all had to depart in a hurry It s not good to take a swing at the king.It took eight weeks for my mother and me to travel from Fort Wayne, Indiana, to the primitive but very pretty city of Asmara, Eritrea, which sat atop a 7,500 foot high plateau Today Eritrea is a small, independent, and largely forgotten nation on the Red Sea, bordering the African powerhouses of Ethiopia and Sudan Before the war, it had been in the Italian colony of Abyssinia, but when I arrived in 1946 it was part of Ethiopia, and the long war resulting in Eritrean independence was still a few years off The locals viewed Americans with reverence in their eyes we were rich and powerful, even though we lived in a converted barracks building on a former Italian Navy communications station I made friends, both with the local kids and a few other Army brats, and learned Italian to fluency, but, of course, have forgotten it all since.One day a friend and I were playing in the Army salvage dump, which was off limits, but there was so much cool military equipment left over from the war, it was hard to stay away I picked up a glass vial and dumped out what appeared to be rainwater but was in fact sulfuric acid, which ran down my left leg I knew I was in trouble when part of my pants began to disappear and my leg started steaming I ran home, scared to death The Asmara doctorone of only seven officers on the posthad just stopped by our quarters, and he and my mother dumped me in the bathtub, emptying a ten pound bag of baking soda my mother had just bought at the commissary onto me, which was exactly the right emergency procedure My recovery took months and involved a lot of painful skin grafts, and my dad never forgave himself, since he was the logistics officer responsible for the dump My accident convinced them that remote stations might not have adequate medical care for small children prone to self inflicted disasters, and so, in 1948, when I was seven and my parents learned my mother was pregnant, they decided it was time to return to the States.Some forty three years later, when I was director of the Defense Intelligence Agency, I visited Asmara and walked around the compound, which was by then an abandoned Eritrean Army post I was amazed how dinky it seemed compared to the huge complex I remembered, but it was unmistakably the same place I found the foundation footings of what had been our quarters, and the original Italian Navy communications towers were still there.My memories of the trip back to the United States are as vivid as those of the trip to Eritrea We flew out on Ethiopian Airlines, which consisted of a few olive drab B 17s with EAL printed on their tails Our pilot, Bail Out Wicker, told us he got his name because he d parachuted out of than one B 17 during the war That did not inspire confidence in seven year old Jimmy Clapper, but thankfully we encountered no emergencies on our flight I will never forget sitting in the nose bubble, which still had its machine gun mount, and flying into Payne Field, where planes abandoned after the war were parked in the desert as far as the eye could see fighters, bombers, transport planes, all baking in the sun From Cairo, we flew to Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, and stayed five days, waiting for a plane to Germany I remember standing outside our motel in short pants as the blowing sand stung my legs We flew on a big, slow C 54 a redesignated DC 4 from Dhahran to Frankfurt, which was still in rubble, with people everywhere begging for handouts We stayed overnight in Bad Soden, outside the city, with no potable water, and I recall being very thirsty From Frankfurt, we spent a day and a half on a train to Bremerhaven, single tracking the whole way and passing mile after mile of abandoned or destroyed rolling stock locomotives, tankers, passenger cars, and freight cars In retrospect, Germany s recovery from the war is a remarkable achievement Finally, we sailed back to the United States on another converted troopship.My dad was assigned to Vint Hill Farms Station in Virginia, which was at the time an Army signals intelligence post outside Washington I was a huge fan of Superman and Batman, and I had a large collection of their comics, which I kept in strict chronological order and took very good care of They d be worth a fortune today But when we had to relocate again, there were strict weight limits for transporting household goods and my parents didn t want to use up their allowance with a lot of comic books I was told we had to leave them behind, and so, with much regret, I handed over my entire pristine condition collection to a bratty four year old girl named Sue Seventeen years later, after many moves for both of us, I married Sue, despite the fact that she no longer had my comics.I wasn t aware of it, but that was a tough move for my parents, too, as we were forced to separate for a while In 1950, after the North Koreans invaded South Korea, my dad was sent to Chitose, Japan, as the second in command of a small Army signals intelligence unit supporting the war effort Chitose is on Hokkaido, the second largest, northernmost, and least populated of Japan s four main islands It s just across the Sea of Japan and on about the same latitude as Vladivostok, Russia Because we couldn t join him until suitable facilities for dependents were built, my mother, sister, and I returned to Fort Wayne, living with my grandparents on their 160 acres while I was in fourth grade and part of fifth, before we joined my dad near the end of 1951.Regular Army soldiers viewed the signals intelligence guys in the Army Security Agency as having brains than brawn and of an affinity for electronics than shooting, fighting, and sleeping on the ground But in Chitose, every now and then the commanding officer and my dad wanted to remind the troops that they were part of the Army, and so they d take the signals intelligence unit to the field and practice putting up tents, operating a field mess, and doing weapons proficiency training My dad took me along on one of these summer encampments, equipped with cut down fatigues, a web belt, a canteen, the smallest helmet liner my dad could find, and even a small backpack The first sergeant, the senior enlisted man in the unit, took a shine to me and let me carry his unloaded M1 rifle, or maybe he saw me as a convenient way to get out of having to carry it himself Either way, it was a cool experience for an eleven year old, and undoubtedly something that can t be done in today s Army, even on Bring Your Child to Work Day.I was enad with the little I knew of my dad s work, and I was learning a lot about soldiering from watching him, but it was something my mother did in Chitose in 1952 that had a lifelong impact on how I viewed the world This was before the Supreme Court s 1954 Brown v Board of Education of Topeka ruling that desegregated schools in the States, but it was four years after President Truman signed Executive Order 9981, banning racial discrimination in the military The executive order may have desegregated the armed forces institutionally, but not socially.Much of the social life on military bases, particularly overseas, and certainly on the remote base in Chitose, was centered on the Officers Club On Sundays the club always served a fancy brunch, putting out its best linen and china and hiring a Japanese band to play and sing its amusing interpretations of popular American songs The officers, including my dad, who was then a captain, wore dress uniforms, while their wives were in their Sunday best, complete with hats and white gloves Even the kids dressed up, which for me was torture.At my age, I didn t know and didn t care about who the senior officers in the club were I didn t know the colonels and lieutenant colonels But one Sunday, I recognized my dentist, who was a first lieutenant, a junior Army officer like my dad, and one of the very few black Army officers on the base On that day my family had a prime table near the band, but when my dentist came in, he took a seat by himself on the perimeter of the room I noticed him there but didn t think much of it When the music stopped, my motherand I m sure she picked this timing on purposestood up and rather ostentatiously walked over to my dentist s table Many of the officers and their wives in the room noticed and pointedly watched her She talked with him for a minute or two, invited him to sit with us, took him by the hand, and led him through the center of the room to our table As she did, all the senior officers began staring at my dad, their faces projecting their unspoken questions What is your wife doing Can t you get her under control I ll never forget my dad s expressiona mixture of amusement, admiration, and fear But to his great credit, he made my sister and me shift our chairs to make room at the table for our guest.There may have been consequences for my parents, although if there were, they never mentioned them In fact, my mother never said a word about what she d done, even though she spoke to me about a lot of other things, sometimes incessantly That may be why I remember that Sunday brunch so vividly, even though it was than sixty five years ago When I was at a very impressionable age, my mother showed me that the color of someone s skin doesn t determine the human dignity they deserve That lesson stayed with me and influenced decisions I ve made in both my personal and professional lives.When my family left Japan in 1953, en route to Littleton, Massachusetts, my sister and I were parked with my mother s parents in Philadelphia This was a good deal for me, because my grandparents let me stay up as late as I wanted to watch TV Television was a great novelty, since we didn t have one in Japan On Friday nights, the old movies would end about 12 30, and one night I did the 1950s equivalent of channel surfing, which required actually walking up to the set and manually turning the selector dial There were only four channels, and one night I stopped between channels four and fiveI ll never forget thisbecause I heard voices speaking in a clipped cadence There was no picture, just voices I listened for maybe fifteen minutes as they batted words and numbers back and forth in speech patterns bordering on the nonsensical Finally I figured out that I d stumbled onto the broadcast frequency of the Philadelphia Police Department dispatcher I wanted to hear , but my arm was getting tired, so I went to the kitchen, found some toothpicks, and stuck them in the dial to secure it That s right, I hacked the Philadelphia Police Department, using my grandparents black and white TV set and some toothpicks.The next night I was prepared with a map of the city of Philadelphia and began plotting the addresses where the police cruisers were dispatched After a few nighttime surveillance sessions, I figured out where the police district boundaries were, based on which cruisers respondedto specific locations I wrote down anything they said that I didnt understand,and kept listening until I had figured out what all the 10 codes 104, 105, etc were, the system for call signs, and the personal identifiers for lieutenants and above I got a pack of index cards to keep track of all the facts I was collecting Soon I was staying up every night to build my database About a month later, when my parents came to Philadelphia to retrieve my sister and me, my dad asked, So whatve you been up to this summer I showed him my map and my card files, and I gave him a thorough briefing on how police operations worked in the city Ill never forget the expression on his face as he exclaimed, My God, Ive raised my own replacement New York Times bestsellerThe former Director of National Intelligence s candid and compelling account of the intelligence community s successes and failures in facing some of the greatest threats to AmericaWhen he stepped down in January 2017 as the fourth United States director of national intelligence, James Clapper had been President Obama s senior intelligence adviser for six and a half years, longer than his three predecessors combined He led the U.S intelligence community through a period that included the raid on Osama bin Laden, the Benghazi attack, the leaks of Edward Snowden, and Russia s influence operation during the 2016 U.S election campaign In Facts and Fears, Clapper traces his career through the growing threat of cyberattacks, his relationships with presidents and Congress, and the truth about Russia s role in the presidential election He describes, in the wake of Snowden and WikiLeaks, his efforts to make intelligence transparent and to push back against the suspicion that Americans private lives are subject to surveillance Finally, it was living through Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election and seeing how the foundations of American democracy were and continue to be undermined by a foreign power that led him to break with his instincts honed through than five decades in the intelligence profession to share his inside experience.Clapper considers such controversial questions as, Is intelligence ethical Is it moral to intercept communications or to photograph closed societies from orbit What are the limits of what we should be allowed to do What protections should we give to the private citizens of the world, not to mention our fellow Americans Are there times when intelligence officers can lose credibility as unbiased reporters of hard truths by inserting themselves into policy decisions Facts and Fears offers a privileged look inside the U.S intelligence community and, with the frankness and professionalism for which James Clapper is known, addresses some of the most difficult challenges in our nation s history. Facts and Fears by James R Clapper, Trey Brown Facts offers a privileged look inside the US intelligence community and, with frankness professionalism for which Clapper is known, addresses some of most difficult challenges in our nation s history Hard Truths from Life Intelligence FACTS AND FEARS This one those books that must read all American citizens It well written expose life activities former Director National Kindle edition Download it once on your device, PC, phones or tablets Use features like bookmarks, note taking highlighting while reading In And Fears, Ex Spy Boss Comes In From May , A Intelligence, traces his career what he calls halcyon days Cold Surprising About Fear That Will Surprise You Rational fear something real, entirely plausible will happen An example mortality, because humans earth are mortal BOOK REVIEW Jun HARD TRUTHS FROM LIFE IN INTELLIGENCE By Viking pages Regardless whatever special counsel Robert Mueller III eventually reports, Beta lactam Allergies Fears activity address risk factors cross reactivity to penicillin beta agents Selected cases be reviewed discussed Penicillin Eight You Didn t Know Exchange extinction process reducing creating non fearful memory associations For example, mouse taught associate light loud noise If experiences without noise, form new pleasant memories associated Book excerpt CBS News this Chapter recounts family Audiobook Audible Buy Microsoft Store Statistics Anxiety Depression Association disorders common mental illness affecting million adults United States age older, % population every year highly treatable, yet only suffering receive treatment People an anxiety disorder HPV HPV Vaccine How Long The medical experts at Cancer Society have put together list facts about vaccine you questions not answered here, please call us We available hours day, week help known Ebola Fast CNN Apr Read CNN Ebola learn deadly virus When stepped down January as fourth had been President Obama senior advisor six half years, longer than three predecessors combined He led Community through period Real Make Common Way Less Scary According media, world big scary place lots little things make matters worse But how warranted fears really Songfacts List songs Tears Songfacts entries Antiperspirants Cancer, Aluminum WebMD ve heard hype deodorant dangers, might worried antiperspirant choice WebMD explains these rumors where originated StrangeFacts Page There over dogs Dogs cats consume billion worth pet food Fingernails grow nearly times faster toenails Marijuana Drug Policy Alliance See Our Booklet PDF What do think deserve accurate, judgmental information marijuana other drugs Mad World Song Meanings Songfacts Mad song meaning, lyric interpretation, video chart position Key Figures Paladin Service Stalking frequently experienced forms abuse insidious terrifying can escalate rape murder need treat stalking seriousness deserves Never Knew Halloween Business Insider Did know Hollywood outlaws Silly String October Conspiracy Dominate Death Of Forbes Jul Based Bradstreet partners, their target audience aren ones willing buy into conspiracy Organ Donation Frequently Asked Questions answers giving gift organ tissue donation Mountains Out Molehills Information Beautiful Bird flu Asteroid Collisions biggest visual timeline media inflamed James Wikipedia Jr born March retired lieutenant general Air Force IntelligenceClapper has held several key positions within CommunityHe served Help improve Author Pages updating bibliography submitting current image biography FREE shipping qualifying New York Times bestseller candid compelling account successes failures facing greatest threats America b Has indicted perjury yet Lie On th during Senate Select Committee hearing, Senator Ron Wyden asked following question Full transcript Sally Yates testify Former acting attorney director national intelligence, testifying Judiciary subcommittee hearing Russian interference Trump fitness, worries director, questioned fitness office freewheeling speech Phoenix Tuesday night, labeled Clapper denied NSA surveillance before panel Weeks Security Agency began massive phone sweeping operation cellular provider Verizon, told Congress agency avoids charges clearly erroneous chief poised avoid allegedly lying after five years apparent inaction Justice Department Director Resigns offered resignation administration hands off elect Donald team Putin handling said Monday Vladimir was asset Facts and Fears: Hard Truths from a Life in Intelligence


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