Playing with Mirrors

It would be funny if it was the one who last until 1986 when he was about 90 and then he lived till about 1985 as OTL, I forget which one that was.

Also, as your news person was reading what he did I was thinking of posting that he should shout the comics next and you beat me to it! Great comedy.

Great minds, as they say!

So just another note to people, this deviation into foreign policy may run the next several posts. It’s just how the timing seems to be working out. But I do promise more of that sweet, sweet domestic policy is still in the pipeline. I hope you’ll bear with me while I stick my nose into some world events.
 
Story Post IX: The Contadora Era Begins
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President Anderson meets with Secretary of State Percy. National Security Adviser Mort Halperin is sitting near the wall, trying to look inconspicuous.

“And I think that’s about it. I’ll be heading out to formally open the negotiations in New York but I won’t be staying. This will mostly be an affair between the Cubans, South Africans, and Angolans. Officially-speaking.”

“Yes, keep this out of the public eye. Especially if it’s going to be a long slog.”

“Yes, Mr. President. The career men at State are telling me it could be years. Though this business with the Russians might change things. I’m hearing the Cubans are a bit spooked.”

“The whole Eastern Bloc is spooked. They’re all retrenching. Trying to keep the doors from flying off the machine while the Russians get their act together.”

“Arrests are up all over. And from what I hear there’s an ‘every-country-for-himself’ mood out there. Some of my people are wondering if it might not be our chance to force more out of the Cubans.”

Halperin and the president exchange a glance, then the president stands and ushers Percy towards the door.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Namibia’s on our plate right now, let’s just deal with that.”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“If there’s anything we can do to speed things up don’t hesitate to bring it to my attention, but otherwise we’ll trust the diplomats.”

“Understood, Mr. President.”

They shake hands and Percy leaves Anderson and Halperin alone.

“He’s an honorable man.”

“Yes, sir. And no fool. He knows we’re cutting him out of the loop.”

“It’s nothing personal. He’d be perfectly capable if we did bring him in, but he’s got another job now. We need Percy to play the Great Man. No offense Mort, but you’d be a terrible Great Man.”

“None taken, sir. I’m happier keeping a low profile.”

“Speaking of low profile, have you heard back from all of our South American friends?”

“Yes, and all in the affirmative. If we pull back, the Latin American Bridge Group will be willing to step in. Everything is still contingent on that, though.

“One thing at a time. Though I do think we need a catchier name than the Latin American Bridge Group.”

“I’m sure it’ll be the first item at their inaugural meeting.”

“Where and when again?”

“Contadora Island, and assuming our next step goes well, they’re hoping for early spring.”

“Is our man fully briefed? I hate using one of Percy’s men behind his back.”

“He knows his job. And he’s the one with the pre-existing relationship with Diaz. She’s got Castro’s ear right now.”

“Okay. Send him in.”

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Two Days Later

Once again we find ourselves in the Cuban corner of the Swiss embassy. Mark and his counterpart share a smile.

“I was surprised to get your meeting request.”

“I thought we were developing a rapport, it seemed a shame to go to anyone else.”

“Go to anyone else with what? Negotiations on Africa are proceeding far away from here. If you think I’m going to make a back-channel deal and embarrass our delegation-”

“Not in the least.”

“Because the full faith of the Cuban government-”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not in the cards. It’s not why I’m here.”

She raises an eyebrow and spreads her hands, the universal signal for, “So tell me why you’re here, you smug jackass.”

“Central America.”

“Ha! In your dreams!”

Mark nods.

“In my dreams.”

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? We don’t even have a framework for Angola yet.”

“I’m sure we can all agree that Angola/Namibia is the priority. But what comes after that? If we can work together to diffuse one terrible situation, why not be ready to do more?”

“Any horrors in Mesoamerica are not our fault, my friend.”

“I appreciate your commitment to keeping up the party line even when it’s just the two of us. Alright, I'll say it. Anderson wants out. You've got an active intelligence service in the region, you already know this. You know we've pulled back our military advisers. You know we're not returning Argentina's phone calls anymore. So what do you say? If the US wants to start a new chapter in Latin American relations, one that doesn't involve...what are we calling it..."

"Torture? Murder?"

"...Any off-the-books operations. What would we have to do to get you to do the same?"

“If you want to support the legitimate political will of the people-”

“Okay, why the stonewalling? Why the propaganda? There are no cameras here."

"Now who's being naive."

"You know what I mean. We’re just two public servants, talking about possibilities.”

“Your sense of the possible is out of alignment with reality. If you want to get serious for a minute, I’ll play along. Our two countries? They had a chance at friendship, perhaps. But that was finished by the time of Kennedy, when you made it clear you’d back the interests of rapine gangsters over the will of the Cuban people. We did not seek out Moscow, my friend. You pushed us into alliance with Russia.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that working out for you these days?”

She’s silent.

“Getting many calls from Moscow? And who’s on the other end of the line, anyway? Do you know? Because I’m having trouble keeping up.”

She stares at him again, with that stare of hers.

"We can stop this right now if you're that committed. I'm telling you straight up: Anderson wants to pull back. He's open to negotiating. But he'll reverse course again this afternoon if that's how you want it."

She drums her fingers on the table.

“Just to be clear: I’m conceding nothing to you. But you’re here, I’m here. It’s just us.”

“Just two public servants.”

“What is on the table?”

“What do you want on the table?”

She raises an eyebrow and spreads her hands, the universal signal for, “You know what we want.”

“It’s on the table.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

Mark still can’t really believe he’s about to say what he’s about to say. He's about to propose reversing a policy that was in place when he was still in short pants.

“Normalization. The end of el bloqueo. If the deal is good enough, it’s all on the table.”

“A treaty?”

“On the table.”

“No preconditions?”

“On the table.”

“Ah….Well….Let’s hear what you have to say.”

And then the meeting really begins.
 
Very nice, a backing away from the madness in South America and a possibility of a pragmatic reset with Cuba, who was as they say, pushed instead of jumping towards communism and the Soviet world.
 
Very nice, a backing away from the madness in South America and a possibility of a pragmatic reset with Cuba, who was as they say, pushed instead of jumping towards communism and the Soviet world.

Honestly I probably didn't need to make this one all that controversial. Really you could make the argument that a continuation of the Carter policy would naturally result in something like this without any dramatics. Rapprochement was well under way in the late 70s, and even the Boatlift (which also happens ITTL) didn't noticeably derail things.

But it's also true that this is an administration with a heavy bias towards domestic experience, and they're going to want to approach any solution with an excess of caution.

Another possibility is that the Cubans have heard of the plan before the Americans announce it to them- laying all that groundwork is hard to keep under wraps- and they're feigning reluctance as part of a bargaining strategy.
 
I'm not usually a fan of political timelines, but this one's caught my eye. Got a feeling that the Conservatives are gonna be on the upswing when the midterms come around.
 
I'm not usually a fan of political timelines, but this one's caught my eye. Got a feeling that the Conservatives are gonna be on the upswing when the midterms come around.

Cheers! You're probably right, it wouldn't be surprising if they raised their vote totals (though technically they don't have general election vote totals yet). Those three-way fptp election fundamentals are unpredictable, though. Who's to say what might happen?
 
Story Post XV: The Fate of Anwar Sadat
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James Tully’s last moments.

He saw the grenades leave the assassin’s grasp as the man was tackled to the ground. The tiny spheres- smaller than it seemed they should be, he’d always thought, for such a powerful device- came towards them in their wobbly trajectories as if in slow motion. One glanced off the upturned bayonet of one of the ceremonial guards, still at attention. It careened skyward, arcing above and catching his eye. He was staring at it when it exploded, driving him in an unfamiliar direction, his inner equilibrium thrown off.

He felt the wave of force from a second explosion and he careened again, coming to rest on top of another body. This second grenade, he could tell in the clinical way of a man whose brain has already begun to shut out the pain, had done some real damage.

He’d never know it, but the second grenade blew him directly on top of the president. He barely registered the additional thumps of the bullets as they entered his back and legs and he began to lose consciousness.

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+35 minutes

The Nile Hilton Hotel, Cairo

The heavily armed soldiers proceed through the lobby at the double. The Egyptians in the room back quickly into the walls, pretending to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. The foreigners gape, many freezing in their tracks until the officer in charge of the patrol shouts for them to clear a path. A bellhop sneaks behind the concierge’s desk to share his hiding place.

“Shit. What’s going on? Another coup?”

“I don’t know. Do you hear all those sirens? I don’t remember many sirens the last time they tried.”

“That’s right. What does it mean? The police are with them this time?”

“Or it’s something else. Wait a minute, quiet.”

The officer in charge has stopped at the front desk and begins speaking rapidly to the manager. The manager points in the direction of the large conference room and the officer breaks his command in two. Most of the soldiers follow him, the rest remain in the lobby, looking alert.

“Did you hear what he asked for?”

“He asked for someone. I didn’t catch the name. But there’s a legal conference in the ballroom.”

“What kind of a coup cares about lawyers?”

The doorman scuttles into the hotel, hands in the air as one of the excited soldiers swivels in his direction. But his uniform makes his presence clear and the encounter lasts barely a second. He makes his way to the concierge desk.

“Did you hear?”

“What’s going on?”

“They’ve killed the president.”

“Oh my god!”

“What!”

“It’s true, it’s spreading through the streets.”

“My god, my god!”

“So it is a coup?”

“Maybe. Look, here they come again.”

The soldiers return to the lobby walking fast, practically shoving a portly middle-aged man wearing thick black glasses. The employees catch a few words as they pass by.

“-So you don’t know if he’s dead?”

“I can’t speculate, Mr. Taleb, but procedure dictates that we get you to the National Assembly right away.”

“What about Mubarak?”

“I don’t know sir but my superiors informed me you were next in line. You’re to be sworn in immedia-”

They pass through the hotel doors and all is quiet again. In some ways, it’s the last quiet Cairo will see in some time.

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+2 hours

Cairo barracks. Leave has been canceled. Units are mustering. Two young lieutenants pass in the halls, one just getting on duty, one who’s already been in one firefight today.

“Sadat?”

“No word. At the hospital, but I wouldn’t hold out hope.”

“You saw him?”

“From a distance. It was bad.”

“Who’s in charge?”

“Mubarak, I suppose.”

“No. Him I’ve already heard about from my captain. The second grenade went off right by him. Died instantly.”

"Shit. Do we know who?"

"No one is saying. Probably military, but it doesn't matter. Everyone's taking advantage and there's rioting now."

“This is trouble.”

“We’ll be alright. This is just like June; we stick to the chain of command. It’s the safest path.”

----

+8 hours

The Egyptian Gazette
Headline: SADAT LIVES!
Subhead 1: Assassination Attempt Claims Life of Vice President, 11 others
 
Story Post XVI: The Egyptian Crisis Deepens
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October 8, 1981

The US ambassador to Egypt is being briefed by the CIA on the security situation.

“Sadat remains in a coma, no change there.”

“Any idea on how that works? Comas? Forgive me but my experience is all from the movies.”

“There's a report in the appendix of your briefing book from NIH. I believe it says the chances of a coma patient waking up fall pretty drastically after the first 48 hours. After about two weeks is generally the time we should really be looking to face facts. But then people have been known to wake up even months later.”

“For all the good it would do us then.”

“The situation is precarious, yes. The uprisings have begun to spread. They started in the south, but when they heard that the Egyptian government was completely decapitated people everywhere started taking to the streets. Several areas in Cairo are no-go zones, and it goes without saying you’re restricted to the compound for the time being.”

“But we’re not talking evacuation yet?”

“No sir, that would be premature.”

“Good. So who is in charge?”

“Sufi Abu Taleb is nominally in charge, but he’s just a placeholder. He doesn’t even want the job and he couldn’t hold it if he did. We have a notion that the military wants to appoint someone else, but the problem is Sadat. With him still alive, it’s unclear what the status of a new appointee would be.”

“Is there danger of another coup?”

“As you well know there was a coup attempt this past June, which saw a small purge and enough of a hammer brought down on the military that most of the rank and file are not eager to step out of line at the moment. Those directly responsible for the assassination attempt have already been dealt with, as well as about fifty others. The rest of the establishment seems more focused on putting down the unrest than seizing political power. We think there might be a couple factions forming, though. Those wanting to write Sadat off and those who are hesitant. But none of them have been quick to trust any of the current alternate candidates for political leadership, either."

“So what’s the answer?”

“The defense minister, Ghazala, is most likely to take power right now, with the tacit understanding that he's working for the generals. We think he’ll replace Taleb with a more able figurehead to keep up the illusion of non-military government. They're hoping it'll keep the public calm, but still leave the military faction largely in charge.”

“And what’s your read on Ghazala?”

The agent passes the ambassador a moderately thick file.

“I suggest you read this when you get a chance. Knowing Ghazala is going to be important in the coming months. But to sum-up, he’s not as solidly in our camp as Sadat was. We know he’s willing to work with the Iraqis against the established order. He’s even had some contacts with less-than-friendly governments outside the region, looking for partnerships that skirt the US-Soviet camps. He’s an opportunist. And he’s no fan of Israel.”

“But?”

“He’s not a fool. He’s not going to risk alienating us right now, with Libya saber-rattling and the Soviets getting more aggressive in Syria. Not to mention he's got a rebellion to put down. And with Israel set to withdraw from the last of the Sinai soon, we're hoping he won't do anything provocative.

----

October 11, 1981

The Egyptian Gazette
Headline: Taleb Steps Down in favor of Ahmad Fuad Mohieddin
Subhead: New Acting President pledges Loyalty to Sadat

----

October 13, 1981

Defense minister Mohamed Abd al-Halim Abu Ghazala is being briefed on a new threat.

“Who are they?”

“The banners say they’re the National Unity Movement, and they claim they’re assembling to pray for Sadat.”

“Armed?”

“No. But we can always say they were.”

“I don’t like this. When Sadat dies they’re likely to treat him as a martyr. Then we’ll have two insurrections on our hands, one from the jihadis, one from the secularists.”

“There is a chance they’re telling the truth. That the assembly is not meant as a threat. I only bring it up because we’ve got our hands full with El Jihad at the moment. Splitting our focus might not be-”

“I will NOT have this government threatened by a ghost who doesn’t even know he’s dead. We put this down before it becomes a problem. Clubs only for now, no guns.”

----

October 19, 1981

Abou and Sayyid face a decision. Their Muslim Brotherhood has long been a relatively moderate force in calling for a political system more rooted in the principles of Islam. The current rebellion spreading across the country has seen a schism appear amongst the Brethren, with some being tempted by more radical factions, while others seek to join the moderates. Abou and Sayyid, in fact, are about to lose their friendship over the issue.

“They’re crazy, Sayyid.”

“They’re doing something, at least.”

“They’re begging to be killed. If we follow them it’ll be the end of the Brotherhood.”

“They’ve taken Asyut, they’ve cut off Alexandria. They’re holding off the police in districts all over the country.”

“It won’t last. These jihadis can’t fight the military.”

“But they can! They have weapons now.”

“Weapons from Gaddafi! You think he cares about their war? He wants to destabilize Egypt.”

“If he’s willing to shelter freedom fighters, we’ll take his aid.”

“We have an opportunity for another way. I joined the Brethren to bring the principles of Islam to democracy, not to destroy democracy. There are thousands of common people in the streets who just want a peaceful, modern Egypt. This is who we should be allying with.”

“Secularists! Christians!”

“What of it? We’re a pluralistic society.”

“Pluralism is chaos.”

“War is chaos! I’m telling you, Sayyid, if you go down this path you do so at the cost of your soul. I don’t think you can come back.”

“Abou, I...I...you...Inshallah.”

Sayyid walks away.

----

October 20, 1981

The Egyptian Gazette
Headline: Jihadist Insurrection Enters Second Week
Subhead: Military Advance Stalls on the Alexandria Desert Road
 
Great update. A lot of figures I haven't heard of before.

Thanks! Yeah, it was interesting to research this whole time period in the Middle East. I hope I learned something, and I hope this whole part of the TL comes together in a way that readers enjoy. At the moment I've got one more Egyptian update I'd like to squeeze in before Thanksgiving and then it's on to the next thing, away from the Middle East. But in the longer term, this Egyptian arc is really just the start of a much bigger idea.
 
Story Post XVII: The Egyptian Crisis Continues
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October 25, 1981

Mohamed Abd al-Halim Abu Ghazala has left instructions that Dr. Sidrak’s call is always to be put through to him instantly, no matter the time of day or night. The phone rings and Ghazala finds himself speaking to the doctor.

“Well then, he’s dead?”

“No sir.”

“Then why are you calling me, dammit, it’s the middle of the night.”

“He’s awake, sir.”

“What!”

“He was awake, sir. He’s gone back to sleep now.”

“Lucid?”

“Confused. Very confused. But we made him understand.”

“What exactly does he understand?”

“He’s been in a coma for nearly three weeks. He’s safe, but has a lot of recovering to do. There wasn’t time for much else. He spoke to his wife, then went back to sleep.”

“Back to sleep? I don’t suppose there’s any chance- that is to say, any danger of his going back into a coma?”

“He should be fine in that regard, sir. But his body has a lot more healing to do. His other injuries were extensive, as you know.”

“Yes. Quite. Well...here’s what I want you to do for now: you must keep the president focused on his recovery. It will be difficult, I imagine. He may want to jump up and take up the reigns again before he’s ready.”

“As a doctor I cannot recommend that at this time. We’re looking at a long recovery process.”

“Yes! Exactly! And...how long exactly do you think it will be?”

“We’ll have a lot of work to do over the next few days, but I would guess he won’t be ready to resume his post for at least three months, if not six. We will of course do all we can to speed the process as much as-”

“Doctor, I don’t want you taking any risks with the president’s life! If I find out you have attempted to rush the president in any way that might endanger his health, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

“...Perfectly clear, sir.”

----

The Egyptian Gazette
Headline: SADAT WAKENS!
Subhead: President emerges from coma. No comment from doctors on when he may resume duties.
 
Just a short one to bring this particular line of narrative to a pause. We'll come back to Egypt later, but for now the amount of uncertainty in the country has reached such heights that it's almost a counter-intuitively natural point for a pause, I reckon. Next week will be a couple more posts covering another global hot spot, then I think I have at least two on some more US domestic politics before things get hazy again.

Happy holidays if you're celebrating! Happy mid-late November if you're not!
 
Anwar Sadat died the day before I was born IOTL; my mom liked him and wanted to name me Anwar, but my dad wanted to name me after himself (Edward Thomas Belhasen, Sr.; I'm Edward Thomas Belhasen, Jr., but everyone calls me Tommy), so that didn't happen...
 
Anwar Sadat died the day before I was born IOTL; my mom liked him and wanted to name me Anwar, but my dad wanted to name me after himself (Edward Thomas Belhasen, Sr.; I'm Edward Thomas Belhasen, Jr., but everyone calls me Tommy), so that didn't happen...

I guess you'd be Tommy without the dissenting opinion this time around!
 
Story Post XVIII: Argentina sin USA
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April 2, 1982

The Victory Bar, Stanley, Falkland Islands

There’s an air of agitation in the pub, even with the lights out and all seemingly still. The people of the town have huddled there, in secret, doing their best to keep quiet. In hushed tones, they watch the street, keeping an eye out.


“Colin! Quick, down here! Colin they’re coming, hide! Switch the torch off, dammit!”

“Did you see them?”

“Yes, they’re almost here.”

“God, I can’t stand still.”

“Just take a breath, I’m right here.”

“Thank you, dear.”

Indistinct chatter can be heard outside for a moment before the door opens, outlining two figures. One flips a switch on the wall, flooding the room with light and revealing tasteful decorations, a small buffet, and (as they pop up from behind the bar) a number of Judith Allen’s friends and family.

“SURPRISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUDITH!!! FOR SHE’S A JOLLY-GOOD FELLOW, FOR SHE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW…”

----

2010

Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (Go Pumas). A lecture of Contemporary Latin American History is in session.

“There’s a common perception among the devout, particularly the devout in Latin America, that Pope John Paul II can be seen as the instigator of the restoration of democracy in Argentina.

“The reasoning goes that he directed the Papal mediation between Chile and Argentina in their conflict over Tierra del Fuego; he set the terms fairly and in a Christian context, knowing that the junta would not keep to them; and he therefore provided a sort of moral shield for the good Christians of Argentina to reject this government and depose it.

“This certainly gives the Pope more credit than he deserves, and oddly makes him look a lot more Machiavellian than you’d think his fans would want. While it’s true the terms of the treaty were meant as a rebuke to Argentine expansionism, Papal correspondence suggests a certain naivety from the pontiff, if anything. To paraphrase, he believed the church’s moral weight would keep President Galtieri from acting, not that it would provoke him into actions that would result in his downfall.

“If you want to determine where the junta really lost its footing, you should look in two places: first, a change in the policy of the United States, and second in the regime’s own ill-informed assumptions.

“The US had been in bed with the Argentines since the start of the junta, using Argentine soldiers to carry out terror missions throughout Latin America with CIA support. Even as this policy wavered under Jimmy Carter, it never entirely ceased. The election of John Anderson put the final nail in its coffin.

“So let’s start a leverett for a moment and talk about Anderson and Castro.

“There was a phrase you used to hear in the US during the 1970s: “Only Nixon could go to China.” The idea being that only a person who deeply embodied certain principles could breach those principles without suffering politically. In this case Nixon, an ardent Cold Warrior, normalized relations with China.

“But by the end of the 1980s and indeed since then, you were most likely to hear this said, instead: “Nixon had his China; Anderson had his Cuba.” This was a reframing of the context of both events in terms of the idea of presidential prerogative. The idea that the president- simply by the nature of the office- could set the foreign policy agenda, rather than being beholden to it. In other words, it didn’t matter that Nixon was perceived as a Cold Warrior, or that Anderson was perceived as a moderate. He who held the power would use it as they saw fit. In Anderson’s case, by casting out feelers to Castro.

“The reasons behind El Bloqueo, the attempted isolation of Cuba, were stuck in the past. The ineffectiveness of the attempt was evident to all serious observers. It simply took Anderson to say it, and to use the possibility of a thaw to seek a settlement with the Cubans.

“It didn’t hurt that the Soviets were in turmoil over their ongoing leadership crisis. The Soviets were at best uninterested in antagonizing the West through Cuba, what with domestic concerns, strains on the Eastern Bloc, and increasing commitments in Afghanistan and the Middle East all occupying their attention. While unable to thoroughly lock down power, the reformists in the Kremlin were increasingly ascendant at this time, and furthering the cause of de-escalation was of growing importance, at least to the voices most directly concerned with the Americas.

“While the Soviets still supported Cuba economically, Castro began to feel exposed diplomatically. The pause in US hostility- it would be overstating things to call it anything more concrete than that- allowed Cuba to reframe its goals in Africa and Central America in a way that didn’t openly conflict with new US policy in the region. Castro was willing to play the statesman, to ease up on repressive behavior- at least abroad, if not domestically- and to maybe get that Nobel Peace Prize one day.

“While never committed to paper, the back-channel agreement involved the cessation of gray ops, particularly those which so frequently led to the commission of human rights violations. The Cubans and the US would both pull back support for paramilitary activities as soon as possible, and both sides would commit to free and fair elections throughout the region. The guarantors of all of this would be the Contadora Group.

“The methodology behind this ‘restructuring’ pleased no one. The US helped the Argentine terror units evacuate the region, avoiding prosecution. The quasi-legal and illegal armies formerly kept afloat solely through CIA resupply were simply abandoned, creating a minor humanitarian disaster. By the early 1980s these armed camps had grown in size to become basically small, isolated cities in the jungle, without any infrastructure of their own. Food was scarce at the best of times, sanitation dicey. When the CIA tap ran dry, starvation set in, disease close behind. Hundreds died. Thousands began the dangerous and illegal trek to the Rio Grande. The rest mostly turned to naked banditry, which would plague the jungle provinces of El Salvador, Nicaragua, and Honduras for the next decade.

“The wealthy classes of several countries panicked and thousands were granted asylum in the US, taking a significant portion of the region’s liquid wealth with them. Tens of thousands of others, mostly non-political bystanders, caught scent of the panic and tried to follow in their wake, creating a panic of a different kind at the US border.

“Meanwhile, the Cubans frequently took a more direct approach to their own paramilitaries. Those who demonstrated loyalty and stood down were eased back into the more legitimate, less radical political structures of their home countries, or else given Cuban citizenship. Those who protested or who were deemed too corrupt to court were executed in the field, or in some cased, given up to the CIA.

“While political violence remained a problem, the ‘Commitment to Democracy’ (as it somewhat blandly came to be known) did result in several successes. The Contadora Group security forces and election monitors became adept at tamping down violence at least during the various elections sponsored over the next few years. Democratic norms, including elections, returned to El Salvador in 1982. By 1984 it was joined by Nicaragua and Guatemala. Democracy promotion projects also advanced in Honduras, and even in Contadora group member, Panama.

“As one can imagine, Castro had no trouble spinning events as a victory for Cuba and for himself, personally. The governments that came to power in Central America were mostly center-left in flavor rather than radical left revolutionaries, and in the case of Guatemala the new government was classically liberal in nature. But the rhetorical game was what counted to him. Right-wing and military governments were sidelined, and anyone willing to pose for a picture with Fidel was deemed sufficiently revolutionary for the pages of Granma.

“Anderson for his part suffered some fallout when the effects of his new policy started to be noticed, and when the speculation about a deal with Castro began to make the rounds in domestic right-wing circles. But the political reality in the States at the time was chaotic enough that no one was able to effectively capitalize on vague political movements in what was, to many minds in the US, a backwater theater of the Cold War. All most people heard from the news was that democracy was increasing in the region, and that immigration was increasing from the region. There were some important political consequences from the latter phenomenon, but they wouldn’t be a factor until at least 1984.”

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A couple things:

I'll pull this back to Argentina in the next post, I promise. I realize it went off on a tangent there, but there will be a resolution.

Second, and I don't want to make a habit of this (but probably shouldn't make any promises in that direction), I just want to point out that the political views and terminology expressed in the TL aren't necessarily shared by me. I really don't want to have to get into this every time I post something, but I feel particularly strong about the right to freedom of movement. And I just happened to have posted this on a morning when the headlines are full of the OTL consequences of 1970s and 1980s US policy in Central America, not to mention (if you feel like I do) violations of basic rights to choose where to live and seek out opportunity. I'm feeling the call of the soap box so I'll just stop now.
 
Story Post XIX: Argentinian Butterflies Reach Britannia
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2010

Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (Pumas all the way). A lecture of Contemporary Latin American History continues.

“And so the US found cover to end its clandestine relationship with Argentina. By all accounts the junta was furious. President Galtieri, who had gained power from Videla two months before Anderson took office, felt personally betrayed by Anderson. With the loss of what we might call ‘force projection’ against regional communist forces, he began to grow paranoid about insurrection at home. He stepped up his repression of dissidents, leading to further international condemnation. This rise in internal violence resulted in an increase in the number of Argentine priests taking a public stand against the regime. This in turn was interpreted by Galtieri as a backdoor rebuke from the Pope, solidifying in his mind the sense that the negotiations with Chile were rigged against Argentina from the start.

“There is evidence that Galtieri had been gearing up for a confrontation with the United Kingdom over the Falkland Islands, hoping for US support- or at least indifference- in the reclamation of the Malvinas. After the US shut the door in his face, so to speak, he seems to have grown uncertain on the matter.

“But the change in US policy ended up cutting another way: the Americans were also seemingly pulling back their support for Pinochet’s Chile. Perhaps not as forcefully as it seemed they were with Argentina, but that was only because their dealings with Chile were mostly internal, while Argentine operations had been dovetailing with the CIA all over the region. If the new US strategy was ‘hands-off’ in South America, surely an attack on Chile wouldn’t cause them to raise a hand?

“To give Galtieri credit, in that specific assumption he was largely correct. The US condemned Argentina for starting the Tierra del Fuego War, but they did not appear to intervene. Did they step up clandestine support for anti-regime dissidents? Absolutely. But by the time Yankee support really came to bear, the writing was already on the wall.

It was really two other major assumptions that did Galtieri, and the junta, in. First, that Chile would simply roll over and accept a fait accompli. And second, that the people would rally behind the war in a flood of patriotism.

“The specifics of the war are not part of the curriculum of this course. I do recommend you do the optional reading I’ve outlined in the syllabus, but we won’t be covering it in-depth here. In summation: a disaster for Argentina. A general deficit of planning leads to defeat at every turn. Over two thousand dead, entire units surrendered and taken prisoner. Mounting unrest at home. General condemnation from around the globe and more pointed actions taken by a network of Catholic countries offended by this rejection of Papal mediation.

“Peace talks began in January of 1982, but Galtieri would not remain in office long enough to see them concluded. It was president Raúl Alfonsín, duly elected by the people in March of 1982, who would sign the treaty.”

----

Early November, 1982

Two low-level aids to the Right Honorable Member for Roxburgh, Selkirk, and Peebles (who also happens to be the leader of the Liberal Party) are finishing the daily filing in the outer office, as well as gossiping shamelessly.

“So who’s she chucking, then?”

“Lord Hailsham, obviously, after that last outburst. Walker. Heseltine. I heard Pym’s name from Karen.”

“And I bet she wishes she could sack Gilmour again.”

“If there’s a way, she’ll find it…”

“Doesn’t seem smart to me, a reshuffling now.”

“They’re in a tailspin.”

“Only makes them look weak.”

“The Wets are trying to push her. She either has to push back or step aside, it’s that simple.”

“She could try, you know, accomplishing something. That would quiet them.”

“It would take a lot to revive Tory fortunes at this point. [Chuckles.] Thatcher’d practically have to win a war to win the next election.”

A young man, not yet thirty, enters the office, stopping in his tracks when he seems to recognize one of the filers.”

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hi there, stranger.”

“It’s, um. Lovely to see you…” [He’s clearly casting about for a name, but the aid refuses to relieve his discomfort.] “Well. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“And yet you hide your surprise so well. Can we help you?”

“My office called. I’m supposed to-”

Just then the rear office door opens and David Steel pokes his head out. He’s about to speak to his employees when he catches sight of the uncomfortable young man.

“Ah, you must be Mr…”

“Chilvers, sir.”

“Yes, Mr. Chilvers, come in.” [To his staff] “We’re not to be disturbed.”

The door closes behind the Liberal Leader. The filers continue filing.

“Who was that then?”

“Bloke.”

“Bloke?”

“We met about two months ago. Which was also about the last time I saw the bastard. He got drunk and kept going on about hill-walking. Not a very interesting story. But what is interesting is who he works for.”

“Oh?”

“He works for Gilmour.”

“Gilmour! Really?”

“Did two months ago, any rate.”

“Well. Well, well, well!”

“You said a mouthful.”

“So what do you suppose an aid to Ian Gilmour’s doing talking to the leader of the Liberal Party?”

“Well. I doubt they’re talking about hill-walking.”

----

Seventh and Euclid

“EXTRY! British government in crisis! One Nation Party splits from Tories, joins the Alliance! EXTRY!”

“Really? You’re doing the British news now?”

“Every story has an audience, Hashim.”

“And who exactly is the audience for that story around here?”

“Well. What about Pete?”

“Pete?”

“Yeah, Pete the baker. He’s English.”

“He is from Poland!”

“Well. Whatever.”

“Whatever?”

“Potayto/Potahto.”

“Al, Poland and Britain are not Potayto/Potah-”

“Okay, okay! So I’ll read something else. Something pertinent to, you know. The community.”

“That’s great.”

“Here, I’ll read something about your homeland. Uh...Saud...er...Egymmm...Syrrrr...uh...Moro...nnn...hey Hashim, where are you from, again?”

“Ithaca, New York.”

“Right. I knew it was some place weird.”
 
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