There were, however, ways around the problem. At UNESCO I was paid by the Tunisian delegation, at the FAO by the Italian government. The Paris office of the International Civil Aviation Organization (ICAO) refused to recognize the “clearance” during the years I worked there. Walter Binaghi of Argentina was the president of the organization and held firmly to a policy of independence with respect to the member countries, including the United States.
In Conakry, Guinea, at a meeting of the International Association of Democratic Lawyers, I saw the petty machinations of Cold War politics at first hand. It was played out within the confines of a conference organized and financed by a pro-Communist international organization. The technicians, equipment, and interpreters had come from China, except for a Frenchwoman and me, who were hired by the Guinean government. On the eve of the conference, I was asked to interpret privately for the Guinean minister of justice, who was the French-speaking chairman of the conference, and the head of the Japanese delegation, who spoke fluent English. Their meeting was aimed at coordinating the positions of their delegations so as not to be outmaneuvered by the Communist delegations—and to avoid any condemnation of the United States in the final resolutions.
As the conference proceeded, a draft text on the Korean War that vilified the United States and called for Korean reunification was introduced in committee and passed. In the final hours of the conference, however, the Guinean chairman unabashedly refused to put that resolution to the vote of the plenary assembly. Delegates jumped from their seats in protest. The chairman called for order, to no avail. Losing all composure, waving his arms in an ugly gesture of rejection, he shouted, “Go back to Korea to settle the Korean question!” and stomped off the stage.
The Chinese technicians reacted in a flash, turning off the speakers’ and interpreters’ microphones, thereby shutting down not only the sound but the conference. As the delegates milled about in confusion and amazement, I watched from my post in the English-language booth as the two American observers in the visitors’ section left their seats and exited the hall.
Working from the WAY headquarters in Brussels, I organized the 1960 international congress in Accra, Ghana, Africa’s first independent postcolonial state. I also worked on tours for delegates to the newly sovereign countries of Togo, Dahomey (now Benin), Guinea, Senegal, and Mali. I plane-hopped to visit each country, passing through lean-to airdromes onto makeshift runways. Traveling in West Africa at the time was hazardous. Planes were few, while schedules were rarely respected, and reservations were subject to cancellation on a moment’s notice. Every trip was an adventure.