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Jim Jensen January 16, 2012 A poem inspired by a personnel policy at USIA in 1961. Back in mid-1961 for a very brief time candidates for lateral entry into the U. S. Foreign Service had to endure hour-long visits with a psychologist and a psychiatrist. I was one of those. Yes, I had to interpret […] Alan Kotok October 15, 2011 It isn’t often that a news report overlaps with my various careers in public diplomacy, technology, and business, but a story on the CNN-Money Web site this week brings it all together. Jeff Bussgang, general partner at the venture capital firm Flybridge Capital Partners in Boston, writes about his recent […] Charles Spencer September 2, 2011 “As was demonstrated repeatedly at these [cultural exhibits] from 1959 to 1991, Americans and Russians, as people, did indeed discover a mutual understanding.” So concludes Andrew Wulf, curator of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and a doctoral candidate in museum studies, who has delved deeply into the U.S. Information Agency […] Bob Baker August 31, 2011 The most amazing poetry reading I ever heard was by James Dickey. Our distinguished Cultural Officer in the U.S. Embassy, London, had arranged a formal reading by the American novelist and poet. Dickey was in London as the guest of his British publisher to talk about a new volume of […] (Prachanart Viriyaraks/Flickr) Dick Virden October 2012 Editor’s note: Dick Virden offers his first-hand observations on countering insurgencies, with potential lessons for today. Virden retired from the Senior Foreign Service in 2004 and lives in Plymouth, Minnesota. This essay first appeared in and is reprinted with permission of the journal American Diplomacy. We Americans tend […] |
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Was It Public Diplomacy or a Telling Of America’s Story?
Fred Becchetti, USIA 1962-89
August 11, 2011
In 1962 on my first day at USIA Edward R. Murrow greeted me at the front door of 1776 Pennsylvania Avenue. He smiled and said good morning to me as he hurried out the main door to his waiting car.
Somewhat stunned by seeing him, I smiled back […]