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John Rettie
Jan 14th, 2009, 9:45am
 
John Rettie, who had a long and distinguished journalistic career with Reuters and the Guardian, as well as the BBC, has died.  He was 82.  He had been diagnosed with cancer some months ago and died in hospital in Northallerton in North Yorkshire.  

John was for many years associated with the Latin American service and was a staunch ally of and listener to the World Service. He was also the BBC's correspondent in Colombo before becoming the Guardian's correspondent in South Asia, based in Delhi.

Perhaps the most notable aspect of his journalistic career occurred early on, when as a young Reuters correspondent in Moscow he broke the story of Khruschev's 1956 'secret speech' and the cult of personality surrounding it.
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Reply #1 - Jan 14th, 2009, 9:49am
 
This is a piece that John Rettie wrote for the Observer in 2006, recalling the Kruschev story mentioned above:

The secret speech that changed world history
Fifty years ago Nikita Khrushchev shocked the Soviet Union by denouncing Stalin in a special address to Communist party comrades. The text, detailing the dictator's crimes, was smuggled out of Moscow and later published in full in The Observer. John Rettie recalls his part in the mission and reflects on a pivotal episode of the 20th century:


The sublime strains of Sibelius echoed off the walls of my Moscow flat as Kostya Orlov unfolded Nikita Khrushchev's grim tale of the obscene crimes committed by his predecessor, Josef Stalin. It was an evening half a century ago, a week or so after Khrushchev had denounced the horrors of Stalin's rule to a secret session of the Soviet Communist Party's 20th Congress.

That was only three years after the death of Stalin, mourned by the great majority of Soviet citizens, who saw him as a divine father. So soon afterwards, here was their new leader telling them they had made a cataclysmic error: far from divine, Stalin was satanic. The leaders who inherited the party from the old dictator agreed that Khrushchev should make the speech only after months of furious argument - and subject to the compromise that it should never be published.

Its consequences, by no means fully foreseen by Khrushchev, shook the Soviet Union to the core, but even more so its communist allies, notably in central Europe. Forces were unleashed that eventually changed the course of history. But at the time, the impact on the delegates was more immediate. Soviet sources now say some were so convulsed as they listened that they suffered heart attacks; others committed suicide afterwards.

But when Kostya Orlov, a Russian contact I now suspect was working for the KGB, phoned me that evening in early March 1956, I knew little of all this. For the 10 days of the congress, the handful of Western correspondents in Moscow had read speeches that roundly condemned 'the cult of personality', a well-understood code meaning Stalin. The party's Central Committee building hummed with activity on the night of 24 February, its windows blazing with light well into the small hours. But why, we wondered, was this going on after the congress had formally closed? It was only years afterwards that it became clear that the party leadership was still arguing about the text of the speech to be made by Khrushchev the next morning to a secret session of party delegates.

In the next few days diplomats of central European communist states began to whisper that Khrushchev had denounced Stalin at a secret session. No details were forthcoming. I was working as the second Reuters correspondent in Moscow to Sidney Weiland, who - more for form's sake than anything - tried to cable a brief report of this bald fact to London. As expected, the censors suppressed it.

Then, the evening before I was due to go on holiday to Stockholm, Orlov telephoned to say: 'I've got to see you before you go.' Hearing the urgency in his voice, I told him to come round at once. As soon as he said why he had come, I deemed it wise to confuse the microphones we all thought we had in our walls by putting on the loudest record I had. So, through soaring trombones, Orlov gave me a detailed account of Khrushchev's indictment: that Stalin was a tyrant, a murderer and torturer of party members.

Orlov had no notes, far less a text of the speech. He told me that the party throughout the Soviet Union heard of it at special meetings of members in factories, farms, offices and universities, when it was read to them once, but only once. At such meetings in Georgia, where Stalin was born, members were outraged at the denigration by a Russian of their own national hero. Some people were killed in the ensuing riots and, according to Orlov, trains arrived in Moscow from Tbilisi with their windows smashed.

But could I believe him? His story fitted in with what little we knew, but the details he had given me were so breathtaking as to be scarcely credible. It is easy now to think that everyone knew Stalin was a tyrant, but at that time only an unlucky minority in the USSR believed it. And to accept that Khrushchev had spoken of this openly, if not exactly publicly, seemed to need some corroboration - and that was not available.

There was another problem, too. 'If you don't get this out, you're govno [shit],' he told me. That sounded like a clear challenge to break the censorship - something no journalist had done since the 1930s, when Western correspondents would often fly to Riga, capital of the still independent Latvia, to file their stories and return unscathed to Moscow. But Stalin had ruled with increasing severity for two more decades since then, and no one would have risked it in the 1950s.

Feeling unable to resolve this problem on my own, I called Weiland and arranged to meet him in the centre of town. It was intensely cold, but we stayed outside where there were no microphones. Thick snow lay on the ground but we tramped through it, pausing only now and then for me to consult my notes under the streetlamps. We noted that Orlov had often given me scraps of information that had always proved correct, though not of major importance. His story fitted with the limited reports circulating in the Western community. And we noted that a temporary New York Times correspondent was leaving the next day and would certainly write about these reports. So we could be beaten on our own, far better, story. We decided we had to believe Orlov.

Next morning, I flew to Stockholm from where I called Reuters' news editor in London. My name, I insisted, must not appear on either story, and they should both have datelines other than Moscow: I did not want to be accused of violating the censorship on my return to Moscow. Then, after several hours writing up my notes, I dictated the two stories over the telephone to the Reuters copytaker. Still nervously determined to conceal my identity, I assumed a ridiculous American accent. The ploy failed dismally. 'Thank you, John,' he signed off cheerfully.

Back in Moscow, everything continued as before. During that summer of 1956, Khrushchev's thaw blossomed and Muscovites relaxed a little more. But in central Europe the impact of the speech was growing. By autumn Poland was ready to explode and in Hungary an anti-communist revolution overthrew the Stalinist party and government, replacing them with the short-lived reformist Imre Nagy.

In Moscow, the Soviet leaders were thrown into turmoil. For six weeks not one appeared at any diplomatic function. When they reappeared they looked haggard and older. This was especially true of Anastas Mikoyan, Khrushchev's right-hand man, who had constantly urged him on to greater reforms. According to his son, Sergo, that was because Mikoyan had spent long days in Budapest desperately trying to save the Nagy regime, without success. In the end, the diehard conservatives won the argument, insisting that for security reasons the USSR could not let a neighbouring country leave the Warsaw Pact. Khrushchev and Mikoyan reluctantly agreed it should be crushed .

In the West, the impact of the speech received a colossal boost from the publication of the full, albeit sanitised, text in The Observer and the New York Times. This was the first time the full text had been available for public scrutiny anywhere in the world. Even local party secretaries who read it to members had to return their texts within 36 hours. (Those texts were also sanitised, omitting two incidents in the speech that Orlov related to me.)

According to William Taubman, in his masterly biography of Khrushchev, the full text leaked out through Poland where, like other central European communist allies, Moscow had sent an edited copy for distribution to the Polish party. In Warsaw, he said, printers took it upon themselves to print many thousand more copies than were authorised, and one fell into the hands of Israeli intelligence, who passed it to the CIA in April. Some weeks later the CIA gave it to the New York Times and, apparently, to The Observer's distinguished Kremlinologist, Edward Crankshaw.

Exactly how he obtained it is not recorded. But on Thursday, 7 June, at a small editorial lunch traditionally held every week in the Waldorf Hotel, Crankshaw 'modestly mentioned that he had obtained complete transcripts of Khrushchev's speech', according to Kenneth Obank, the managing editor. The meeting was galvanised. Such a scoop could not be passed over and, with strong support from David Astor, the editor, as well as Obank, it was agreed that the full 26,000 words must be published in the following Sunday's paper.

This was a heroic decision bordering, it seemed, on folly. In those days everything had to be set in hot metal to be made up into pages. By that Thursday, according to Obank, 'half the paper had been set, corrected and was being made up. Worse, we found that we would have to hold out almost all the regular features - book reviews, arts, fashion, bridge, chess, leader-page articles, the lot. The Khrushchev copy, page by page, began flowing. As we began making up pages, it became clear that still more space would be needed, so we gulped and turned to the sacred cows - the advertisements.' Seven precious columns of advertising had to be discarded. An endless number of headlines, sub-headings, cross-heads and captions had to be written as the copy wound its way through the paper.

But the gamble paid off. Reader response was enthusiastic. One said: 'Sir, I am just a chargehand in a factory, hardly a place where you might expect The Observer to have a large circulation. But my copy of the Khrushchev edition has been going from hand to hand and from shop to shop in the administration offices, transport etc. I was quite amazed at the serious interest shown as a result of the very minute examination of the speech.'

The paper sold out and had to be reprinted. That, surely, was justification for the extraordinary decision to print the full text at three days' notice. 'Minute examination' greatly contributed to the thinking that eventually gave birth to reformist 'Euro-communism'.

Khrushchev was clearly shaken by developments. His opponents gained strength, and in May 1957 came within an ace of ousting him. When a majority in the Presidium of the Central Committee (the Politburo) voted to depose him, only his swift action to convene a full Central Committee meeting gave him a majority. It was his opponents, notably the veteran Vyacheslav Molotov and Lazar Kaganovich, who were deposed.

But seven years later the conservatives did succeed in ousting him. Twenty years of Leonid Brezhnev followed, during which the clock was turned back, if not to full-scale Stalinism, at least part of the way. But there were Communists who never forgot Khrushchev, and in particular his 'secret speech'. One was Mikhail Gorbachev, who had been a student at Moscow University in 1956. When he came to power in 1985 he was determined to carry on Khrushchev's work in reforming the Soviet Union and opening it to the rest of the world. More than once he publicly praised his predecessor for his courage in making the speech and pursuing the process of de-Stalinisation.

Some may doubt that Stalin's Soviet Union could ever have been reformed, but Khrushchev was not among them - and neither, indeed, was Gorbachev. But after two decades of decay under Brezhnev, even he could not hold the country together. It can well be argued that the 'secret speech' was the century's most momentous, planting the seed that eventually caused the demise of the USSR.
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Re: John Rettie
Reply #2 - Jan 20th, 2009, 3:26pm
 
This obituary was written by Richard Gott.  An  abreviated version of it appeared in the Guardian on January 20, 2009:

John Rettie

John Rettie, who has died after a short illness aged 83, was among the last of a generation of gentleman foreign reporters who deployed their linguistic skills and historical understanding to illuminate the countries in which they were stationed.

Writing over nearly half a century, mostly for the Guardian and for Reuters, and broadcasting for the BBC World Service, Rettie took a particular interest in Russia and Latin America, and he carved a niche for himself as a radical and fiercely independent correspondent in several parts of the world – including Finland, the Soviet Union, Mexico, Sri Lanka, and India.

Politically he was an old-fashioned Liberal, an enthusiastic supporter of national independence and highly critical of the empires of the Soviet Union and (increasingly) of the United States.

Endlessly witty and amusing, a wonderful storyteller and teacher, he had an immense army of loyal friends with a global reach, though he also had a caustic tongue and did not suffer fools gladly.

Famously, long ago in 1956, he brought the news from Moscow to the outside world of the details of Nikita Khrushchev’s secret speech, denouncing the crimes of Stalin, a scoop of which he remained justly proud.

Born in 1925 in Ceylon, where his father and grandfather had owned and managed tea estates for fifty years, Rettie came to England when he was four to live in Yorkshire, where his mother’s family owned a handful of farms in Coverdale within sight of Penhill.

Educated at Rugby, he enlisted in the RAF and was sent to Canada to learn to fly. His training was cut short by the end of the European war in May 1945, and he enrolled as an early recruit to the services’ Russian language course organised at Cambridge, as the grey clouds of the Cold War gathered.

He moved seamlessly on to Peterhouse where he studied Russian and Spanish, acquiring a lifelong fascination with language and linguistics, as well as a low-tolerance level for grammatical imperfection that in a less genial critic might have verged on pedantry.

Joining Reuters as a fledgling reporter, he was despatched first to Helsinki where he acquired a Finnish wife, Oili Lehtonen, and then, in 1954, to Moscow, one of only a handful of foreign correspondents living there at that time.

He had unprecedented access to the Soviet high command, explaining years later how Khrushchev had understood that foreign journalists would provide the easiest way for him to present himself to the world as a human being you could do business with, rather than as the ogre of the Kremlin of Stalin’s day.

Khrushchev and his colleagues in the Politburo came frequently to diplomatic receptions, and enjoyed drinking, chatting and arguing with diplomats and journalists alike.

Rettie watched him at close quarters for three years, once or twice a week, sometimes shouting and bullying, but sometimes silent and listening. “It all made great copy,” Rettie recorded later, “especially the drinking.” On one occasion, he had drunk Khrushchev's glass of aquavit when the Soviet leader thrust it at him in the Norwegian embassy, saying: "This is a lot better than that whisky we had in your embassy last week - here, try it!".

Shortly after Khrushchev had delivered his secret speech denouncing Stalin in February 1956, Rettie was approached by a Soviet contact, Kostya Orlov, who gave him a full account of what had been said, with extraordinary details. One dealt with the unrest the speech had caused, particularly in Georgia. Another concerned Khrushchev's description of how Stalin used to humiliate those around him. "Once he turned to me," Khrushchev had declared in his speech, "and said: 'Oi, you, khokhol, dance the gopak.' So I danced." Khokhol is a derogatory term for a Ukrainian, while the gopak is a fast and intricate Ukrainian dance in the execution of which the portly Khrushchev would have looked ridiculous.

Could Orlov’s story be believed? Was he an agent provocateur, as some of Rettie’s colleagues believed, or under the control of the KGB? Could Reuters put out a story that had a single and rather dubious source? Rettie and his boss at Reuters, Sidney Weilland, concluded that they had to believe the story.

Rettie left on the plane for Stockholm the next day with his notebooks, and Reuters published his anonymous story with a Bonn dateline. It was front page news across the world.

Years later, he concluded that Khrushchev personally had authorised the leak of the speech, a probability vouched for by Sergo Mikoyan, son of the formidable Anastas Mikoyan, as well as by Khrushchev’s son Sergei.

Rettie left Moscow in 1957, alarmed by what appeared to be KGB threats, and depressed by the fact that his wife had eloped with the correspondent of the Agence France Press.

He moved continents and established himself as a free-lance reporter in Mexico, marrying a second wife, Vanda Summers, with whom he had a son and a daughter.

He came back to England in 1964, to stand in the Liberal interest at the general election that year in Middlesbrough West. He came third, with 5,816 votes, the winner (a Labour gain) being Jeremy Bray.

The following year he was in the Dominican Republic, sending vivid reports to the Guardian on the US invasion of the island, ordered by President Johnson.

Settling back in Britain in 1967, he helped set up Latin American Newsletters, a weekly review of Latin American affairs, based initially on the reports of two European news agencies, the Italian Inter Press Service and the Spanish EFE, but soon acquiring a network of experienced correspondents throughout the continent, as well as a bunch of enthusiastic young journalists working in London.

During the 1970s, when much of Latin America fell under military rule and censorship prevailed, the Newsletter became an important and much respected source of news.

Rettie put his capital and his energies into making it a success, but eventually he fell out with two of his partners, Hugh O’Shaughnessy and Christopher Roper, and he was voted off the board (together with the writer of this notice) in 1978. Not usually a man to bear a grudge, he never spoke to them again.

At much the same time, a Middlesbrough engineering firm, James Brown, with which his family was connected, and of which Rettie had been the non-executive chairman, collapsed. He was left at the age of 53 with no job, no pension, and no income.

Fortunately, the Latin American service of the BBC came to his rescue, and for some years he worked happily at Bush House, where, because of his love and knowledge of Mexico and Mexican food, his love of tequila and mezcal, his accent when he spoke Spanish, and his affection for “dusky maidens” (a favourite expression), he was considered as "an honorary Mexican".

His tequila-infused evenings were legendary, so much so that Julia Zapata, his producer for Thursday morning programmes, requested a curfew on Wednesday night. He obeyed her command, reminding her on the way to the studio of the magnitude of his sacrifice.

One day in 1986, someone at a meeting convened to find a volunteer to go to Sri Lanka, asked if anyone knew anything about the country. “Yes”, replied Rettie, “I was born there.”

Soon he was on the plane to Colombo, reporting from there for both the BBC and the Guardian for the next two years. It was a time of increasing violence with frequent assassinations of politicians and bombs targeting civilians.

Rettie came away with the view that Sri Lanka politicians "were more devious than any others I know", though he enjoyed living in the colonial-era Galle Face hotel in Colombo where he had first stayed at the age of three months.

Returning to London in 1989, and again at a loose end and without an income, the Guardian asked if he would like to return to Moscow, then at the height of the Gorbachev reforms, to join their existing correspondent, Jonathan Steele.

Rettie covered the furious and increasingly public debates and splits in the Communist party which led to its collapse in 1991 and to the implosion of the Soviet Union itself.

Thanks partly to his knowledge of Finnish, he took an interest in the Baltic republics, in particular Estonia which has a kindred language, and he made regular trips to the region as the independence movements developed. He did not disguise his excitement that they were breaking away. He also loved travelling around Russia itself, a pleasure that had not been possible for Western journalists in the 1950s.

By then in his mid-sixties, Rettie enjoyed mastering new technology. He spent hours devising ways for the Guardian's computers to route their copy through complex "packet-switching" to Helsinki and thence on to London.  He took crocodile clips with him to the ageing Soviet hotels - the only option for most Western journalists to send stories from Moscow - and found ways to unscrew phone sockets and link straight to the wires.

He was hugely generous to colleagues, including the new corps of young Russian journalists who had to learn how to abandon the self-censorship of the Soviet era and to write stories graphically and quickly.

Returning to London, the Guardian suggested that he might like to return to the sub-continent as their Delhi correspondent. “You have just make an old man very happy”, Rettie told Martin Woollacott, the foreign editor, and at the age of 67 he set off for India, his final posting.

There he took an interest in the country’s underclass - its peasants and its Dalits, India’s “untouchable” caste - as he had once done in Latin America, though he was obliged to spend much time dealing with the domestic problems of half a dozen local employees recruited by previous correspondents.

When Rettie finally retired, he established himself in a small house on the family estate in Coverdale, much to the surprise of his London friends who could not imagine such a cosmopolitan character burying himself in the country.

They were wrong. Rettie lived alone and he rarely ventured south, but he had soon recruited a legion of new friends among the farmers, publicans, journalists, game-keepers, beaters and breadmakers of Yorkshire.

He amused himself by inviting his leftwing friends, including Tariq Ali, to shoot pheasants in the winter, and he took a lasting interest in Ukrainian affairs by organising regular visits to Yorkshire of children affected by the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.

He remained on friendly terms with his two wives, and is survived by them, his two children, and his well-loved sister. He appeared to live most of the time in his kitchen, keeping warm by the Aga, cooking venison from the deep freeze, and drinking from his substantial wine store, stacked up in the drawing room.

His deep pessimism about world affairs was reflected in his perennial remark that “t’human race has outlived its usefulness”, yet this invariably led on to another, much favoured request to “open another bottle!”

John Cartmel Alexander Rettie, journalist, born in Sri Lanka, November 24, 1925; died in Yorkshire, January 10, 2009.
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