national movement.
But even in those early days there are question marks over Mobutuâs motives. Congolese youths studying in Brussels were systematically approached by the Belgian secret services with an eye to future cooperation. Several contemporaries say that by the time Mobutu had made his next career stepâmoving from journalism to act as Lumumbaâs trusted personal aide, deciding who he saw, scheduling his activities, sitting in for him at economic negotiations in Brusselsâhe was an informer for Belgian intelligence.
What were the qualities that made so many players in the Congolese game single him out? Some remarked on his quiet good sense, the pragmatism that helped him rein in the excitable Lumumba when he was carried away by his own rhetoric. It accompanied an appetite for hard work: Mobutu was regularly getting up at 5 in the morning and working till 10 p.m. during the crisis years. But the characteristic that, more than any other, eventually decreed that he won control of the countryâs army was probably the brute courage he attributed to that childhood brush with the leopard.
Bringing the 1960 mutiny to heel involved standing up in front of hundreds of furious, drunk soldiers who had plundered the barracksâweapons stores and quelling them through sheer force of personality. And Mobutu carried out that task, one that civilian politicians understandably balked at, not once but many times. âIâve been in enough wars to know when men are putting it on and when they really are courageous,â said Devlin. âAnd Mobutu really was courageous.â Once, he watched Mobutu curb a mutiny by the police force. âThey were hollering and screaming and pointing guns at him and telling him not to come any closer or theyâd shoot. He just started talking quietly and calmly until they quietened down, then he walked along taking their guns from them, one by one. Believe me, it was hellish impressive.â
The quality was to be tested repeatedly. The assassination attempt foiled by Devlinâs intervention was one of five such bids in the week that followed Mobutuâs âpeaceful revolutionâ. Such was the danger that Mobutu sent his family to Belgium. Marie-Antoinette deposited her offspring and returned in twenty-four hours, refusing to leave her husbandâs side. âIf they kill him they have to kill me,â she told friends.
What constitutes charm? A presence, a capacity to command attention, an innate conviction of oneâs own uniqueness, combined, as often as not, with the more manipulative ability of making the interlocutor believe he has oneâs undivided attention and has gained a certain indefinable something from the encounter. Whatever its components, the quality was innate with Mobutu, but definitely blossomed as growing power swelled his sense of self-worth. In the early 1960s European observers referred to him as the âdoux colonelâ (mild-mannered colonel), suggesting a certain diffidence. Nonetheless he was a remarkable enough figure to prompt Francis Monheim, a Belgian journalist covering events, to feel he merited an early hagiography. By the end of his life, whether they loathed or loved him, those who had brushed against Mobutu rarely forgot the experience. All remarked on an extraordinary personal charisma.
âIâve never seen a photograph of Mobutu that did him justice, that makes him look at all impressive,â claimed Kim Jaycox, the World Bankâs former vice-president for Africa, who met Mobutumany times. âItâs like taking a photograph of a jacaranda tree, you canât capture the actual impact of that colour, of that tree. In photos he looked kind of unintelligent and without lustre. But when you were in his presence discussing anything that was important to him, you suddenly saw this quite extraordinary personality, a kind of glowing personality. No matter what you thought of his behaviour
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