Lord Jones and Kalashnikovs 10


Lord Jones of Cheltenham has sent me his telling of the story recounted in The Catholic Orangemen of Togo about our seeing off the security service raid on the independent radio station in Accra. It differs from mine in some details, the most important of which is that we were actually with Graham Elson on this occasion as Roger Gale was working up country.

I confess that I am always pleased to have other eye-witness accounts of the many incidents in my books where dangerous people point guns at me. David Hare told me he had spent some of his time in Uzbekistan verifying the truth of some of the more physical enounters in Murder in Samarkand, like my attempt to shield Kristina in the car crash, and had clearly been somewhat surprised to find I really did that stuff.

The truth is I was petrified much of the time – including in the following incident, as told by Lord Jones:

Craig Murray arrived at our hotel on eve of poll with news of a melee up north in Ho, or maybe Hohoe. We readily agreed to accompany him to the local radio station Joy FM to find out what had happened. You tend to be very gung-ho on these missions and the thought that the evening might turn violent was not one which entered my head. Joy FM’s sister station Love FM confirmed the disturbance and told us that fourteen people had been arrested, one of them an opposition candidate. Craig asked what Joy FM intended to do with the news. ‘Well,’ said the young, bright broadcaster,'”Rawlings is giving his final Presidential broadcast on TV. We will make the trouble the main item on our news bulletin at 8 pm which is to be followed by a phone-in programme on the election.’ We watched the presidential broadcast. It was obviously pre-recorded with cuts when Jerry Rawlings started to get agitated. The whole thing was pretty disjointed but I gained the impression that he did not relish the concept of his party losing power.

The 8 o’clock radio bulletin followed and then all hell broke loose. There was a disturbance at the door and a group of uniformed and heavily armed large men appeared, each carrying what I am assured were Kalashnikov weapons. They were from the Bureau of National Intelligence. The leader instructed the young man in charge to stop broadcasting. Then Craig stepped in.

Craig Murray is not the tallest man in the world although the leader of this group of invaders was certainly a candidate for that title. Bravely Craig looked this man in the eyes and calmly said ‘You know I am Craig Murray the Deputy British High Commissioner.’ ‘Yes, Mr Murray, we know who you are.’ ‘Yes well what you may not know is that these three gentlemen have been invited by your government’ he paused jabbing his finger at (but not touching) the chest of the large man and repeating ‘YOUR government’ with emphasis, continuing ‘to observe these elections to make sure they are free and fair, and this person’ pointing at me ‘is a Member of Parliament from the House of Commons in London.’ At this every single member of the group pointed their Kalashnikovs at me. I kept as calm as you can in these circumstances. As Craig continued I was aware of a bead of sweat forming on my brow and slowly making its way down my forehead and left cheek. ‘Now,’ Craig continued, “Are you telling me and are you telling them and in particular are you telling him’ pointing at me again (I wished he wouldn’t keep doing that), guns still at the ready, lots of trigger fingering going on, ‘that you are going to close down this radio station? Because if you do, these gentlemen, including this important Member of the British Parliament’ pointing again ‘may decide to report that these elections have NOT been free and fair.’. He paused. ‘And it will be all YOUR fault’ jabbing finger again ‘YOUR fault’. Silence reigned for some moments. The guns were still pointing at me. They were very large. I gave outward signs of being calm. What was going on inside is a different matter. Another bead of sweat formed and made its way down the other side of my face.

Graham Elson tried to be helpful. I suggested they might like to go back and get further instructions as there had obviously been a mistake. After what seemed like an age, accompanied by more trigger fingering, they turned on their heels and left. After perhaps a minute we went outside to make sure they had really gone. They had left, but had stopped at the end of the road. We thought they might be about to take a pot shot at us from there, but when they saw us they got back into their vehicles and drove off. Joy FM stayed on air. ‘Thanks Craig,’ I commented. He chuckled. ‘You look like you need a drink,’ he replied perceptively.

Now if we had not been there, that radio station would have been closed down and the 2000 Ghana elections might have joined a long list of African elections which went wrong. Diplomats, MPs and others often get a bad press. All I can say is that Craig Murray is one of the most effective diplomats I have ever met and that like others I have known, the mission to observe this election was certainly no ‘jolly’.


10 thoughts on “Lord Jones and Kalashnikovs

  • MJ

    Incredible story. I thought being an ambassador was all discreet meetings and posh functions. If Murder in Samarkand ever gets made it seems you’ve got a sequel ready and waiting. A successor to the rather tired James Bond franchise perhaps.

  • Leo Davidson

    Wow, an amazing true story.

    If only someone able to do that had been in Florida, 2000, to stop all the (albeit slightly more subtle) abuses there. A job I used to think media like the BBC would do if needed — at least for UK and US elections — but when they dropped the whole Florida story the day after it happened, despite there being no answers to the many questions (and I’m not just talking about hanging CHADs here), I realised they did not.

    I think it was that day when I realised the news couldn’t be relied upon, entirely at least, and started looking for other points of view. Everything that happened in the years after 2000 only reinforced that decision.

    I do not avoid the mainstream media, Mandrake, but I do deny them my essence.

  • Craig

    I can’t understand the lack of a posting from Charles Crawford explaining why I broke correct diplomatic service procedure here.

  • JimmyGiro

    I wonder what the outcome would have been if you’d offered them Ferrero Rocher?

    Death by anal compaction of a chocolate hazelnut confection; might make the Kalashnikov a preferred option.

  • ken

    ……..

    ‘You know I am Craig Murray the Deputy British High Commissioner.’ ‘Yes, Mr Murray, we know who you are.’

    Yes, your book seriously understates this incident in comparison with the account above. Maybe there are more, similar.

    But more importantly, in the year 2000, Britain was still respected by people such as those who invaded the radio station with machine guns. Hence they saw sense and withdrew.

    But now, after Blair, and Brown, and Iraq, and Afghanistan, and Lebanon and Gaza, what respect would Britain command in this sort of situation? Close to zero I think.

    They have destroyed so much.

  • Jon

    @ken – yes, quite possibly. Even more so this applies to the election observers sent by the US, causing wry smiles all round, as Craig recounts. That the US thought they might be taken seriously even though they can’t always run free and fair elections themselves would be funny if it wasn’t quite so tragic.

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