As the circling DC-4 bounced through the tropical thunderstorm over Elisabethville, a cryptic message crackled down to the tower: "I've got a big parcel for you fellows." Minutes later, the parcel stumbled down the plane ramp into the eager hands of the tough Katanga gendarmes. It was Patrice Lumumba, blindfolded and shackled to two of his government lieutenants. The Katanga cops fell on all three, dropped them to the ground in a hail of swinging rifle butts. Then they flung Lumumba into a waiting Jeep. With four gendarmes sitting on him, Lumumba was...
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