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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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