Chapter 663: There is such a thing as patriotism

Pamela Mountbatten looked for help from the orthodox nobles, the Orleanist nobles, among the Bonaparte nobles, and the Orleanists in the government.

Soon Pamela Mountbatten met with the other party and made her purpose known. Her relations with the French aristocracy lay in binding ties through Libyan oil.

“What I would like most is to extend an invitation to Nkrumah through the African members of the French National Assembly. It would be nice to have good relations with the French Communist Party.” Pamela Mountbatten cupped her wine-filled goblet and invited a sip, saying with a smile on her face, “This matter is so important that we are justified in adopting a common position, both from a private and a national point of view.”

With Pamela Mountbatten’s current career development, it is reasonable to make such a request for France to help. Keep in mind that right now Mountbatten Oil is making inroads into the Persian Gulf.

Although it was said that as a result, in the Persian Gulf, it triggered unhappiness between Britain and Iran, the French aristocrats who had already followed Pamela Mountbatten to the soup were still very much looking forward to the days ahead.

“I know a clerk of affairs who is very close to de Gaulle, named Giscard d’Estaing. Through him, contact a few African parliamentarians in Paris and jointly extend an invitation to this man.” Louis-Philippe agreed after a moment’s thought, “I wonder if you, Pamela, are going to meet with this man!”

“Would if I could, and Louis!” Pamela Mountbatten reminded with a smile, “I’m married, it’s better to call me Mrs. Wilson, my husband minds that a lot.”

With an initial understanding, Pamela Mountbatten had her assistant send a telegram to Nigeria, leaving her husband to wait for the good news.

A day afterward, another telegram came through inviting candidates for her own husband’s judgment. Leopold Saida Senghor, a Senegalese member of the French National Assembly, on the political spectrum of the Social Democrats.

Félix Houphouët-Boigny, a French National Assembly member of Ivorian origin, had had a long and close association with the French Communist Party. After the war, with the help of the French Communist Party, Houphouët-Boigny transformed the African Agricultural Trade Union into the Parti Démocratique de Côte d’Ivoire (PDCI), of which he was president. Later, at the Bamako Conference, he and Ahmed Sékou Touré created the Rassemblement démocratique africain (RDA), which soon became the most powerful political party in French Africa, with Boigny as its president and the Parti démocratique de la Côte d’Ivoire (PDCI) as the local branch of the RDA.

With the French domestic French Communist Party in check, Félix Houphouët-Boigny was able to switch sides and make a clean break with the French Communist Party.

Alan Wilson at the Executive Office received a telegram from his wife and had an understanding between the two candidates. Then replied with a conciliatory telegram that either of the two would do.

Allen Wilson remembered that France had suffered big losses except in Vietnam and Algeria. In the whole of French Africa was not much of a loss, and the vast majority of those who had been parliamentarians in France were eventually put into the position of the fathers of independence by France.

Of course it was not for nothing, many countries in French Africa were not really independent. They had also followed French policy for a long time after independence, and he felt that these two candidates should be no surprises, and even if there was an accident with one, it was unlikely that there would be problems with both. This knowing something about history, he still believed in the strength of France.

There were times when Grace didn’t understand where Allen Wilson got his confidence, or this unfounded confidence.

For example, this time, Allen Wilson himself had arrived in British West Africa, a step away from the Gold Coast. But stay in Nigeria does not go over. And yet it’s so strange to look far and wide to put more faith in French-trained black politicians than in those trained in Britain itself.

“I am confused as to what you people in office think, do you trust the French more than you trust Britain?” Grace said with a bemused look, “Isn’t there something wrong with that.”

“If you mean on the subject of colonies, I can tell you yes, I trust the French. Don’t trust London! Want proof? France is still fighting in Vietnam.” Alan Wilson took out his kerosene lighter to burn the telegram, and added, “Of course, I trust, most of all, my wife.”

This was probably the joy of nurture, after years of teaching by word and example, the two men’s minds were already highly aligned. Pamela Mountbatten, who knew him best in the world, had come straight away to sit in Paris with a hostage that had only just appeared in her womb.

This kind of thing, although for the sake of the interests of the British Empire, but can not be publicized, of course, to find a most reliable person to cooperate with themselves, no doubt Pamela Mountbatten is that most reliable person.

After the exchange of several telegrams, unseen waves converged on both sides of the Mediterranean, and the whole plan was a done deal.

“Savyevich, whom you know, I am sending him to wait in Algiers this time, and the key question is, make sure that this flight stops in Algiers.” Grace went and returned, “I am not in a position to bribe the air terminal, this link will be fine if nothing goes wrong.”

Alan Wilson said with his hands on his hips, “This is not a big problem, in fact, the French army in Algeria and the native French do not think too much the same, and through the previous Libyan oil bundling, Pamela and the local French army have a good relationship. In fact, in this matter, I am only providing a plan, many details need to be done by her.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Grace raised her eyebrows and let out a heartfelt exclamation, “I envy the deep relationship you have with your wife.”

“Relationships take a long time to cultivate, make sure you start early.” Allen Wilson came to his senses at the sound of that, ready to pass on some experience to the next generation of Chetnik chieftains, there were still plenty of opportunities for both sides to work together.

Grace could be sure that Allen Wilson was indeed a man willing to share, only that the number of people willing to share was not too large, and Nkrumah happened not to be one of them, and in that sense, he was quite lucky.

After two more days, Pamela Mountbatten, who was sitting in Paris, extended an invitation to Nkrumah, the leader of the independence movement on the Gold Coast, through two heavyweight African parliamentarians in Paris, as well as the French Communist Party.

An invitation to Paris to attend a, lecture on the African independence movement and even an invited lecture at the University of Paris.

Alan Wilson, concluding that Nkrumah was a Pan-Africanist, and a socialist, tailored an itinerary for him, and soon the honor arrived in Accra, the capital of the Gold Coast.

Davis, the Commissioner of the British Gold Coast, kept an eye on Nkrumah’s movements, and although he knew that Nkrumah had gotten the news, he could only keep this anxiety to himself until he had a definite reaction from Nkrumah.

The reason why there was no major unrest in the Gold Coast these past few years lies in the fact that after the emergence of the Colonial State Enterprise Program, the Gold Coast absorbed a large number of veterans and formed an alliance of interests with these military heads.

However, this alliance of interests was not unbeatable, there were up to seventy thousand Gold Coast soldiers who enlisted in World War II. It is unrealistic and meaningless to buy them all, he can only rely on a small group of these veterans to suppress Nkrumah.

If Nkrumah kept making trouble, Davis was also worried that the group of ex-soldiers who had already been bought off would still make trouble.

He is facing a much bigger problem than Ingraham, and after learning that Alan Wilson has started to take an interest in the Gold Coast, he is hoping that the part-time deputy secretary-general will be able to put an end to the problem that is causing him headaches.

At this time at the APC headquarters in Accra, the invitation to Paris was also being eagerly discussed.

The inviters, Leopold Saida Senghor and Felix Houphouet-Boigny, both influential members of parliament in the French National Assembly, have raised their voices in Europe as belonging to Africa.

The original intent of this invitation suggests that the two men’s invitation to Nkrumah was informed of the fact that Nkrumah had just been released from surveillance by the British colonizers, and that issuing an invitation at this time would also help Nkrumah to increase his influence.

In the explanation on the private letter, the two men believed that once the Gold Coast became independent it could also help the two men in their struggle in France. The British and French colonies could show solidarity with each other in their quest for independence.

It was almost as if a slow curve was intended to save the country, coupled with the fact that the French Communist Party had also expressed its friendship for Nkrumah. The expansion of Pan-Africanism was hotly debated at the headquarters of the People’s Congress on the Gold Coast.

In fact, what moved Nkrumah the most was the French Communist Party’s regard for him, although he had not visibly expressed a preference. But in his heart there was a favorable impression of socialism, only now that independence was not yet complete, and he hid his true thoughts in order to avoid the hostility of the British.

Nkrumah would never have thought that his few times of mouth leakage, has been Alan Wilson thought up. He had gained insight into his attempts to light right and turn left, and had formulated a heavy-handed attack.

The news that Nkrumah was willing to accept the invitation to Paris and had set a date to travel to Paris was quickly relayed to Allen Wilson via Gold Coast Commissioner Davis.

Allen Wilson, who got the news, took the initiative to open a bottle of red wine in front of Grace and poured a glass for the other party, “My friend, whether Northern Rhodesia is reliable or not, depends on this time. There can be no more hesitation, we must strike a heavy blow.”

Grace, who received the glass of wine, nodded and drank the liquid in the glass in one go, and said with a thoughtful face, “Allen, in fact, you can completely act as if nothing has happened. In fact, with your current position, even if it was a momentary oversight, who can hold you accountable?”

“Grace, my friend.” Alan Wilson slowly finished the red wine, looking straight into the other party’s eyes lightly said, “There is still such a thing as patriotism in this world, please.”