The President Tried to Rein In a Hidden Empire
In the months after the Bay of Pigs humiliation of April 1961, President Kennedy moved to reclaim control of the Central Intelligence Agency for the first time since its creation.
Allen Dulles, director for nearly nine years, was forced to resign by the end of November.
On the twenty-eighth of that month Kennedy publicly awarded him the National Security Medal; the next day the resignation letter was released.
Deputies Charles Cabell and Richard Bissell soon followed. The young president appeared to have cut off the head of the agency that had deceived him.
Kennedy replaced Dulles with John McCone, a Republican businessman and former Atomic Energy Commission chairman who had impressed the incoming administration by uncovering Israel’s secret nuclear program.
McCone was an outsider chosen to impose discipline. Yet the deeper structure of the clandestine service proved far harder to reach.
Cabell was succeeded by the relatively colorless Marshall Carter. Bissell, the true architect of the Bay of Pigs and the man who had formalized the agency’s alliance with organized crime for assassination work, was offered a face-saving science and technology poSt. He declined and left for a Pentagon think tank.
In February 1962 Richard Helms rose to Deputy Director for Plans, the pivotal covert-operations chair.
Helms came from the same Ivy League, white-shoe world as Dulles. He had served in the OSS, helped absorb Nazi intelligence networks after the war, and later oversaw both MKUltra and domestic surveillance prograMs. Cool, evasive, and deeply institutional, Helms represented continuity rather than reform.
The old-boy network simply changed names on the door. Simultaneously the White House launched Operation Mongoose, placing Brigadier General Edward Lansdale in charge of a primarily non-lethal campaign meant to spark a popular uprising inside Cuba.
Lansdale produced optimistic monthly timetables predicting revolution by October 1962. The CIA, however, had no intention of surrendering its paramilitary infrastructure along the Gulf CoaSt. From the Miami station known as JMWAVE—the largest CIA base in the world outside Langley—operators continued training exile teams, running hit-and-run raids, and refining assassination plots under the formal designation ZR/RIFLE.
William King Harvey, the hard-drinking former FBI man who had once unmasked Kim Philby, was given operational control of Task Force W and the executive-action capability.
Harvey reactivated mob contacts developed in earlier phases and treated JMWAVE as his personal fiefdom.
He clashed repeatedly with Robert Kennedy, who had been assigned White House oversight of Cuba policy.
When Harvey continued independent operations after the president ordered a stand-down following the Cuban Missile Crisis, he was finally exiled to Rome—but not before briefing exile networks that the Kennedys had sold them out.
Into this environment stepped Theodore Shackley, Harvey’s former Berlin protégé, soon to become station chief at JMWAVE.
Quiet, analytical, and nearly invisible to cameras, Shackley would prove one of the most effective middle managers the agency ever produced.
Under his eventual direction the Miami station would expand into a sprawling complex of boats, planes, safe houses, and exile fighters that answered more readily to Langley than to the White House.
The result was a two-track war. Officially the United States pursued Lansdale’s pinprick strategy of psychological and economic pressure.
Unofficially the CIA maintained its own lethal apparatus, funded through channels the new director could not fully audit and staffed by men who regarded presidential restrictions as temporary inconveniences.
Raids continued. Assassination planning continued. Exile groups that Kennedy ordered shut down simply shifted to new cut-outs.
Every attempt by the brothers to impose discipline met institutional resistance that outlasted individual firings.
By the summer of 1963 the Gulf Coast had become a labyrinth of overlapping, often contradictory plots.
Operators found themselves working alongside men who answered to different masters, different budgets, and different endgames.
The agency Kennedy had tried to splinter had instead adapted, absorbed the shock of new leadership, and continued the work it considered essential.
The road that began with the Bay of Pigs still stretched forward, and the men who traveled it no longer felt obliged to ask permission at every turn.
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Because nothing says “mission accomplished” quite like firing the director and watching the same plots continue under a different letterhead.
