Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Been there. Done that. Wrote that.

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN:  Let’s talk about…perspective. History. And what we can learn from it.



Do you know Otho Eskin?


Before he turned to writing fiction, he served in the U.S. Army and in the United States Foreign Service in Washington and in Syria, Yugoslavia, Iceland and Berlin (then the capital of the German Democratic Republic) as a lawyer and diplomat. 


He was Vice-Chairman of the U.S. delegation to the United Nations Conference on the Law of the Sea, participated in the negotiations on the International Space Station, was principal U.S. negotiator of several international agreements on seabed mining and was the U.S. representative to the United Nations Committee on the Peaceful Uses of Outer Space. He speaks French, German, and Serbo-Croatian. He was a frequent speaker at conferences and has testified before the U.S. Congress and commissions.


While stationed in East Berlin during the cold war, the East German intelligence service (Stasi) operating on behalf of their Soviet masters, Otho says, published a book entitled Who’s who in CIA, translated into several languages and with wide distribution. This propaganda effort listed Otho and was intended to claim that he was a U.S. spy. 


This was part of the East German and ultimately Soviet disinformation campaign to make the work of U.S. Foreign Service officers serving abroad more difficult.   Now, Otho writes political thrillers. And, as you can imagine, they are about as authentic as a thriller can be. 



Writing a Political Thriller as a Real-life Witness to History

By Otho Eskin

 

I have always been fascinated by the world around me, reading everything that I could get my hands on. I didn’t have any conscious aspirations of becoming a writer when I was young, but looking back it has become clear to me that the wheels were already turning in that direction, even if it would be much later in life that I first published my first book.

 

I spent much of my early professional life traveling. I went to school in Paris for a year and later joined the United States Foreign Service. While abroad, I encountered people who spoke other languages and held customs very different than mine in America. It was exciting to see and hear the way other humans lived. 

 

I witnessed a few societies collapse into chaos and authoritarianism, and these memories now inform my fiction.

 

For my first overseas assignment, I was sent to Damascus, Syria, where I saw an attempted coup. It was 1963, and while I was being shown around the city, there came over the radio news of upheaval and total curfew. Tanks rolled through the streets, and military jets flew at rooftop level. As a young diplomat, I had not experienced political violence, I was stunned.

 

From 1977 to 1979, I was stationed in Berlin, then the capital of East Germany. As a senior embassy officer, my job was to cultivate sources and report on political and social developments. Life in this police state meant constant surveillance. My phone was tapped, my home watched, and my neighbors interrogated.

 

East Germany’s secret police, the Stasi, was then one of the world’s most feared organizations, and a special department tracked foreign diplomats, including me. The Stasi  produced Who’s Who in CIA, listing 3,000 supposed intelligence agents—many actually Foreign Service officers. One agent was killed after his name was published in this book. 

Ever since my time abroad, I have wondered about the political and historical conditions that give rise to authoritarianism. Admittedly, I was one of the many American diplomats to imagine that democracy would never fall in my own country. “It can’t happen here,” I thought, to quote the title of a novel by satirist Sinclair Lewis.

 

But in recent years, I’ve seen what many experts describe as the fascist creep—a rollback of civil liberties, including the right to free speech. My latest novel, Black Sun Rising, explores the rise of a neo-Nazi movement in Washington, DC. The book depicts homicide detective Marko Zorn infiltrating a white supremacist group in order to avenge the death of his partner and stop the despots before they succeed in destroying American institutions. 

 

Now in my nineties, I am no longer out in the streets. Rather, I read the newspapers to know what is unfolding in my own country or even neighborhood. But I can vividly remember having once been a firsthand witness to history, finding ways to combine past memories and current events to write a compelling tale for readers today. 

 

I often tell people that I know early on how a story begins and how it ends. It’s the middle that requires imagination. For all its harrowing parallels to actual goings-on, Black Sun Rising ends on a hopeful note, which is to say that I still believe in America’s promise. No matter how bad things get, I believe and hope that justice and the rule of law will prevail. Just as I once sang in school, this is “the land of the free and the home of the brave.” It belongs to the dreamers, young and old.

 

Question: What history have you witnessed, either here or abroad, and how does it give you a greater perspective on the world today?


HANK: What an amazing life. And an amazing imagination. What do you think, Reds and Readers? And a copy of BLACK SUN RISING to one lucky commenter.

57 comments:

  1. An amazing life indeed . . . and captivating stories filled with intrigue that remain with you long after you've finished reading the book.

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  2. You lived to tell the tale. Your experiences gave you lots of material for your novels.

    Though I never worked as a diplomat in the foreign service, I traveled to many countries as a student. I learned a lot from visiting countries, which I’ve only read about. I visited Hamburg in Germany. My friends and I went to a restaurant where the staff spoke Turkish. A deaf friend was born in Germany and spoke German. I think she was hard of hearing. We figured out that the staff only spoke Turkish, not English nor German. I’m laughing now because I believed this seasoned traveler who said “everyone speaks English “. That was before I visited Germany.

    After that experience, I decided it’s a good idea to ALWAYS bring a phrase book and learn some of the language before visiting the country. I brought a phrase book with me on my next trip to Europe. I was in Sweden when I had to go to the pharmacy and I used the phrase book to ask the pharmacist where the headache medicine was. Turns out I didn’t need the medicine the next day. I notice that people appreciate it when I speak / write words in their language.

    No, sign language is NOT. Universal. Thus week is international sign language week and I watched videos in sign language 🤟

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    1. You're right--it's always appreciated to speak others' language. I tried my best, as well, but from time to time, found myself in similar situations.

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    2. Yes, the phrase book is invaluable! And being polite goes a long way, too..

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    3. In 1970 I was a freshman at Brandeis University. After the Kent State shootings Brandeis was where the center for the organization of the National Student Strike was located. I worked in the center, as did my future husband, and it felt important to be working as part of a group to express students' horror and anguish over the War, and the Kent State shootings. That semester did not end normally: classes missed, and final exams made optional. It was odd to return to school the next semester - things just felt terribly normal.

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    4. Yes, being polite goes a long way too, Hank.

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  3. Welcome to JRW's, Mr. Eskin, I am looking forward to reading Black Sun Rising. I appreciate when a thriller ends with the hope for a better world. As far as history viewed by me. My first clear memory of something changing was the response to the Armistice Agreement for the Korean Conflict (July 1953) I was 7, walking with my mother as we had just left a local bakery. Suddenly along a busy street, cars began flashing their lights and blowing their horns. My mother turned to find out what was happening, and told me 'the war has ended". Seattle was the Port of Embarkation for this conflict, with so many troops moving through the area, it was as if WWII was not over. I didn't understand the emotions from this event. What I do remember is that people in a large group will share private emotions more openly. Even inside an automobile the drivers felt connected.

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    1. Thanks for this, Coralee. What an interesting observation about people feeling freer in a group or even a car. I think you're right.

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    2. Oh, so touching! Yes, a sense of community at a pivotal moment is unforgettable.

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  4. A life spent in service to your country is admirable, Otho. Knowing how the "sausage is made" must make it doubly difficult to watch the news at any time, but especially in this bizarre era of almost anti-diplomacy.

    My uncle was a diplomat in the 1950s and my aunt described standing on the roof of the US Embassy in whichever African country they were stationed and watching a revolution. I asked if she had been scared, and she said, "No, it had nothing to do with us."

    My then 20-year old middle daughter was in Kathmandu, waiting to make the long hike to the base camp at Everest at the end of her college semester abroad when they were confined to their hotel because of ongoing riots over Christmas in 2004. Again, they were not allowed out of the hotel, so they watched the riots from the roof of the hotel. (As a side note, the King declared himself absolute ruler, in February 2005. And the violence was quelled.) No cell phones then, and very little way to contact us, so I didn't know anything about this until she came back home. I then knew how my grandmother felt when she found out about my aunt!

    That is as close as I want to get to political violence, and fervently hope we can avoid what is starting to look inevitable. But I look forward to reading your book, especially for the note of hope!

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    1. Thanks, Karen. It's a good thing you didn't know about your daughter until she was safe and sound! I'd surely have panicked. Yes, things do seem dire at the moment. I try to remember that, at turns, our ancestors also felt the world closing in, but the sun still rose.

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    2. Yes, I agree, that perspective is helpful, and even a bit reassuring....

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  5. Congratulations on the new book, Otho. It sounds scarily prescient. I lived in Burkina Faso when a prominent anti-government journalist was killed. My sons' school way across town was in lockdown and we had a go bag by the door.

    Earlier in my life I was an exchange student in Brazil in 1970 under a dictator. A good friend in high school was a journalist, as was his father, and he told me about what they couldn't write.

    May our country survive this current horrifying nightmare.

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    1. Ah, yes, the go bag. Sometimes I wonder if I need to prepare one again! But I couldn't get out the door as quickly as I once could.

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    2. Agreed. I not sure where ayone would run TO, though...

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  6. I began a long rant comparing my reporting coverage of the last days of the Nixon Administration with today's political environment, but the internet gremlins ate it and I'm just too tired to reconstruct it. Suffice it to say, the things I experienced then were very real and today is much worse.

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    1. Jerry, you're right. Nixon was nothing. It's hard to believe he was forced to resign for something that couldn't compete with today's scandals.

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    2. Otho and Jerry, it's even more difficult to believe that the current POTUS is NOT being forced to resign. For so many reasons.

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    3. I was a reporter during Watergate--and remember how both sides worked together in the Watergate hearings? For the good of the country?

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    4. I do, Hank. What a quaint idea. Sigh.

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  7. Hi Otho, what an amazing personal history you've had! I'm glad you can write books to share it with the rest of us. My son has spent many months in Leipizig over the last few years studying German. The imprint of oppression still lives on there.

    I remember clearly the uncertainty of the '60s, with the assassinations and the big protests. I was a child, but it felt like the world might be coming apart. I certainly have a sense of history today, and a deep determination to stand strong during this crisis and hold on to my values. For me it's especially important to stand with my immigrant friends.

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    1. "The imprint of oppression still lives on there." These words are so powerful, Gillian. I agree the past always looms over us, even when we work to change course. And yes to standing with immigrants. We are a nation of immigrants and stronger for it.

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    2. Yes, Iived in Germany for a while as a student, and when an American friend and I visited East Germany (my father would not take us since he had a diplomatic passport and was cultural affairs officer at the embassy) the two of us--both 16--went by ourselves. We were cursed at for being Americans.

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  8. In the summer of 1968, my soon-to-be step sister and I were in Jerusalem with 3 Israeli guys, only one of whom spoke English and neither Carol nor I spoke Hebrew at that time, searching for the Kotel, the western wall of the ancient temple. There were no signs up yet and we went down one alley after another with the guys stopping people to ask for directions. Israel had just recovered that part of Jerusalem in the war of June 1967.

    In the autumn of 1973, my step mother was visiting Carol and her husband in Jerusalem when Israel's neighbors attacked the country from all sides on Yom Kippur. Getting a flight out was tense and difficult and took several days.

    In the fall of 1975, I toured Israel with my Ulpan class. We visited the Golan Heights. We swam in the Red Sea at Ros Mohammad and hiked up the mountain believed to be where Moses received the ten commandments in the Sinai.

    In 2015, my husband and I were in Sderot where a local artist was using debris from the thousands of rockets fired at that town to make sculptures. We climbed a mound at the edge of town and saw how close they were to the border with Gaza, just 2 or 3 football field lengths away. The border fence was visible and not that impressive. Israel had ceded control of Gaza to the Gazans in early 2000's and withdrew all their settlements. A lost opportunity for peace.

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    1. Judy, thanks for sharing. I can imagine that all of those situations were frightening. I sure hope for peace in the Holy Land.

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    2. You have had so much exposure to the world--so fascinating!

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  10. Ortho, I should have begun with a welcome and thanks to Hank for hosting you. I am very excited to learn about your book and my husband will love it, too.

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  11. I am old enough to remember living in an apartment beside two American draft dodgers, while watching the gore that was happening on the Canadian news – back when the news showed you that gore, not just glossing it over. We had many a long night discussing the consequences of their decision, and how they felt that they would never be able to return to the US and see their families again. Sadly, I don’t know what happened to them after 1972. They may have joined the Mormon faith, as there were two young men, who came many nights to tell us the good news, and then stay and debate the evening away.
    Later (2015), I was in a book club where two members were again draft dodgers – and still had little hope of going home. They were fully acclimatized Canadians, and I think by then, they had taken out full citizenship here. Fortunately for them, the ban was lifted at least for a moment, and they went back to Maine. He not long later died there with cancer.
    The most startling rememberable story was told to us about twenty-five years ago by our next-door neighbours. They were in Beijing with a group of high school kids when the agitation that would be Tiananmen Square began. Of course, they were worried about safety, and being in charge of other people’s children, and how to get out of the country when the skies were being shut down without panicking the kids. Their stories of running through dark streets and alleys in the night, and in particular running in the dark across the tarmac as the engines were igniting on the air craft were worthy of a movie. Even as they told it, we were terrified for them! We all wondered what the children remembered of that event – and had they realized how much danger they were actually in at the time.
    So, my life has been second hand, thank goodness. That is why I read books.

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    1. It's a good thing to only encounter this stuff second-hand or between the covers of a book! Thanks for your memories.

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  12. Otho, I congratulate you on the publication of your book--and think that you must have drawn on a well of emotions to use your experiences from the real world. I'm of the generation that watched all the calamitous occurrences of the 60s, followed the news as skirmishes and wars started, ended, regimes fell, new ones took power in the decades since. And through it all, I naively believed that our democracy--while not perfect--would stand. My glimmers of hope are the voices rising every day, by the groups which have fought in innovative ways to beat back hate--groups like the Southern Poverty Law Center, which went after white supremacist groups by bankrupting them, by the selection of a young Asian American artist to create the Vietnam memorial, by the woman who pushed back against ICE even when they threw her to the ground then put her in a chokehold--her face calm, her hand raised in the peace sign.

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    1. Hi Flora, thanks for this. I'm not familiar with all the resisters you name, but I will do my homework! Appreciate the mentions.

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    2. The "young Asian American artist" you speak of was Maya Lin, who was an undergrad student at Yale University studying architecture at the time when a National Design Competition was announced to choose a design for the future Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Despite this Memorial being constructed and dedicated nearly 45 years ago in 1982 as well as being one of the most visited sites in Washington, D.C. people, unfortunately, continue to misidentify its correct name. It is not the Vietnam War Memorial or the Vietnam Memorial as it is commonly called. It is the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. I think this is important to remember especially since Maya Lin respectfully and specifically wanted her design to reflect the sacrifice and loss of over 58,000 American veterans lost or missing in action to that war. She wanted it to be a place where visitors could come and express their grief, to remember those veterans whose names are etched on the granite wall and then hopefully begin their healing process. There is no doubt that her design sends that message of healing and hope which was so important to her. The panel of judges all agreed that her design was "genius" but the pushback from some Vietnam Veterans who felt just the opposite and thought her concept looked like a black hole carved into the earth created so many challenges the memorial was nearly not built. Indeed Ms. Lin endured many insults from certain groups as well as finding herself having to defend her design and its purpose of reflection, remembrance, grief and healing. There were times this young designer looked sad and defeated during news conferences but she grew stronger and never wavered from her design and its meaning. There were some concessions made...the addition of a bronze sculpture called Three Servicemen placed where they would look down at the site of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and a flagstaff placed at its entrance which did not take away from her design . As the wife of a Vietnam Veteran who was a college student pursuing his architectural degree at the time he was drafted into the U.S. Army in 1968 I will forever remember the importance of that day when the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was dedicated on November 13, 1982. My husband had decided to enter his design into the National Design Competition as a form of therapy. Following his discharge from the Army after serving in Vietnam he had come home a somewhat broken, angry and distraught young man who retreated to his family's home and remained in seclusion for over a year. He was one of the lucky ones, however because he had lots of support from family and friends.Eventually he returned to the University of Oklahoma to finish his studies and earn his degree in Architecture. In 1980 when the government could no longer ignore the fact that with or without their help private citizens planned to build a memorial for Vietnam Veterans a section of land as part of the National Mall was set aside to build this memorial. But they did not fund it. The memorial was completely financed through private donations. Not one dime was funded by the government. My husband and I flew to Washington, DC to deliver his design and essay to Andrews Air Force Base in March of 1982 and then returned again for the official Vietnam Veterans Memorial's dedication on November 13 of that same year. There was so much emotion that day, so many tears as well as finally recognition instead of rejection of our Vietnam Veterans. It was the first time my husband heard the words "Welcome Home"; he was overcome with both sadness and relief. Looking down and taking in the entire wall of names listed on this memorial there was no denying the sacrifices that had been made on behalf of so many veterans. This was "funeral architecture" of which Maya Lin had studied at Yale; she well understood the meaning of reflecting about loss, grief, sacrifice and remembrance. The impact of her design grew stronger with each passing year and it is now one of the most visited memorials in Washington, DC.

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  13. Congratulations on your book which is an amazing and memorable accomplishment. We should be aware of the importance of history and how meaningful it is to our present lives. I have witnessed a great deal in my life, not all pleasant but unforgettable changes.

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    1. Thanks, traveler! Agree wholeheartedly. Reminds me of these words from the great William Faulkner: "The past is never dead. It's not even past."

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  14. Otho, I would imagine your experiences make your fiction very vivid and yes, it is a little harrowing to see how easy it can become reality.

    I believe it was Benjamin Franklin who said the only way to lose liberty was to give it away (something like that). Or it may have been Abraham Lincoln. Regardless, here's hoping there are enough people left willing to fight for it in America.

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    1. Thank you, Liz. I do believe there are still people willing to fight. But there is also fatigue. That's real. People still have to go to work, get groceries, and go through the motions of life. I noticed this while stationed in East Germany before the Wall collapsed. It wasn't that people didn't care; they were simply exhausted.

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    2. Oh, the exhaustion factor. Such a dangerous weapon.

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  15. Thank you, Liz. I do believe there are still people willing to fight. But there is also fatigue. That's real. People still have to go to work, get groceries, and go through the motions of life. I noticed this while stationed in East Germany before the Wall collapsed. It wasn't that people didn't care; they were simply exhausted.

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  16. What a personal history, Otho. My daughter is at the University of Leyden right now, getting her masters in Crisis and Security management, aka "War and Peace." I know she dreams of having a career like yours - minus the disinfo about being a CIA asset, of course.

    BLACK SUN RISING sounds both thrilling and, unfortunately, perfectly timed. I can't wait to dig into it!

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  17. One of my first memories is standing in our living room after church one Sunday listening to the radio announce the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I could tell it was a scary thing because of the announcer's voice and the attention paid by everyone in the house. I didn't quite understand it since I wouldn't be three years old for a couple of months. I wondered what a "Pearl Harbor" was. But, even then, I knew, and was confident, that my country would manage this.
    When JFK was killed, I was newly married to an Iranian immigrant, and was surprised to find that he thought it amazing that the country had made a smooth transition to a new president without a civil war. "We don't do things like that," I told him.
    Today, I don't understand at all, and everything I used to believe about my country is in question. Where are all the safeguards that are supposed to be in place? Last Sunday, my son and I discussed where we should we go if the worst happens. How long should we wait before deciding the government has stepped too far over the line. I know, the same questions the Germans were probably thinking about so long ago. When is it too much?

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    1. Yes, and what is "the worst"? That's what I am wondering..

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  18. BLACK SUN RISING feels like a very timely read -- ordering it today!. What an amazing life you've led, Otho.

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  19. Thank you for your service, and for your kind responses to everyone's comments. Your experiences sound both fascinating and terrifying. I am greatly looking forward to reading Black Sun Rising, and will recommend it to my family members who escaped oppressive regimes during the Cold War.

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