Four hours after his plane reached Algeria, France's new Premier Guy Mollet was a shaken, ashen-faced man.
From the airport, Mollet's route lay through the French part of the city. It was grimly silent. Shops were closed, balconies draped with black "for mourning"; French men and women stonily turned their backs as his car swept by. A crowd was waiting for him at the war memorial in the city's center. At sight of the Premier, it broke into an angry roar. "Mollet to the lamppost!" rose the shout, and the crowd became a...
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