DALES, Sir Richard Nigel, KCVO CMG (B 1942)
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BDOHP Biographical Details and Interview Index DALES, Sir Richard Nigel (born 26 August 1942) KCVO 2001; CMG 1993 Career (with, on right, relevant pages in interview) Foreign Office – Consular department, 1964-65 pp 3- 5 Third Secretary and Vice Consul, British Embassy Yaoundé, pp 6-16 Cameroon, 1965-67 FCO South East Asia Dept. (Vietnam Team), 1968-69 pp 16-21 FCO South East Asian and Far Eastern Departments (Korea and pp 21-24 China Economic Desk), 1969-70 Copenhagen 2nd Secretary (later 1st), 1970-73 pp 24-36 FCO Industry, Science and Energy Dept, later Energy Dept. pp 36-38 Desk Officer (oil and fossil fuels), 1973-74 FCO Secretary’s Private Office – Assistant Private Secretary/Rest pp 39-54 of World, 1974-77 Language Training (Bulgarian), May –November 1977, and pp 54-66 Bulgaria, 1st Secretary, Head of Chancery, 1977-81 FCO Assistant South Asia Department, 1981-82 pp 66-69 Counsellor/Head of Chancery Copenhagen, 1982-86 pp 70-74 Deputy High Commissioner Zimbabwe 1986-89 pp 74-83 FCO Head Southern Africa Department 1989-91 pp 83-91 Seconded as FCO Chairman, Civil Service Selection p 91 Board, 1991-92 High Commissioner; Harare, Zimbabwe, 1992–95 pp 92-105 FCO Director Africa and Commonwealth, 1995-98 pp 105-129 HM Ambassador Oslo, Norway, 1998-2002 pp 130-143 Reflections on the Diplomatic Service pp 143-144 1 BRITISH DIPLOMATIC ORAL HISTORY PROGRAMME Foreword The interview transcripts, which follow, record my reminiscences as a stream of consciousness rather than as considered reflections on my life in the Diplomatic Service. For that reason they are very different from many of those of my contemporaries; moreover, they are not as I would have written in a book for publication. Memory can be deceptive and different people will remember the same events in different ways. I did very little preparation for the interviews and no checking of facts beyond the spelling of names. The reminiscences are all very subjective and, however much I would like to have avoided it, are bound to sound self-promoting and self-justificatory. I can only apologize and ask for the reader’s understanding. When editing the transcripts, I have tried to avoid removing all those extraneous expressions, which may occur in everyday speech, but not in writing, in order to preserve some spontaneity in the anecdotes and enhance the “local colour”. In that way, I hope that these reminiscences will be of some use to future historians. I also wish to record my thanks to Moira Goldstaub for her remarkable ability to make sense of my musings and for her apparently infinite patience. Richard Dales, Southwold November 2017 2 RECOLLECTIONS OF SIR RICHARD DALES KCVO CMG RECORDED AND TRANSCRIBED BY MOIRA GOLDSTAUB. Copyright: Sir Richard Dales MG: It is 02/11/16 and Moira Goldstaub is in conversation with Sir Richard Dales who is recording his recollections of his career for the Diplomatic History Project. M.G. Sir Richard, I need to know how you came to join the service, did you have any connections to the diplomatic life? R.D. I’m not sure myself! I had no background whatsoever in diplomatic service. I’d never been to the FO or an Embassy, I had no idea. I think the main attraction was dealing with foreigners. My father taught languages and insisted that I spent time abroad learning my languages, which I did every holiday from the age of about 13. I enjoyed dealing with foreigners and that’s what I decided I wanted to do, I wasn’t quite sure how: export company or whatever … I had an interview with the British Council at Cambridge and the chap made it quite clear that he didn’t think I was at all suitable, I presume because he discovered that I was a rower and I think anybody who did sport in those days was considered not quite right for the British Council. I don’t know, perhaps that’s prejudice. Either way, I was encouraged by a friend to take the exam for the Diplomatic Service, which of course I failed, and I wasn’t too surprised. I then got a letter saying that they were introducing a new programme for recruiting graduates to the Executive Branch, Branch B as it was called then, of the FO, and would I like to come for an interview - it was solely on interview. I was advised by the University Appointments Board that this would be not the right thing to do because if I entered Branch B I would be forever tarred, as it were, as an NCO and would never be a Senior Officer. I decided that perhaps I was not destined to be a Senior Officer and in any case what I wanted to do was work abroad, work with foreigners and also work for my country; the now old-fashioned idea of service. So I went to the interview and I was accepted; I had some doubts when I first arrived because the way we started in Branch B was that we were put in a registry - then called Archives - to learn to manage the paper and of course a lot then did come in on paper. That was, in retrospect, extremely valuable. First of all, one learnt the procedures and what was going on, but one also learnt what the view was like from the bottom and I valued that ever after. I had three weeks under a dragon-lady, whose name I cannot remember, in the archives’ vast room, full of people who prepared what were called temporary jackets. When a letter, or a piece of paper, came into the registry the 3 archivists first wrote a précis of what that paper was about – two or three sentences – on the top of the jacket and then it was put to the desk officer, who then decided whether that should be retained. These built up, so on the file in those days, you had a précis of each document in it so you could quickly run your eye down its essential contents. It also meant that you had a great sense of what had gone on in the past and that is one of the things that was lost, when we went over to computers and digital memory. I never got used to the idea that I could use the digital memory. I was used to seeing it as a thickness of the file and my brain used to work photographically, I could remember that a particular piece of information was on the right hand side of a paper somewhere. Anyway, that was the beginning. M.G. You haven’t told me what you actually read? R.D. Modern Languages. Well, neither Modern nor Languages. I read French and German at Cambridge and it was mainly literature and philosophy. Foreign Office, Consular Department, 1964-5 M.G. Yes, that’s always been the problem. I understand. So you were at the FO then, in Central London. R.D. Yes, I was sent - after this three weeks’ training in Archives - to the Consular Department. M.G. And where was that? R.D. That was in Petty France, where the passport office still is, I think. I was in a section, as the most junior of three or four of us, where we were dealing with consular problems brought to us essentially by the embassies abroad. Some members of the public would come to us with a problem and we would then get in touch with the embassies and consulates. In those days we worked on Saturdays as well as during the week, and we also did duty hours on the weekend – so on the Sunday – and also over Christmas; and what I remember was how grief really does distort people’s judgement and reason. I can remember we were once informed of a death in a road accident, in Yugoslavia as it then was. What we did in those days was to ask the police to inform the relatives: we didn’t phone them direct but they were given our 4 number by the police. I found myself talking to a lady who clearly believed that I was responsible for the death of her son in this dreadful road accident. I was completely fazed at the time, shocked, really shocked, by being blamed for this accident. As it went on, the blame was no longer so much directed at me personally but more at the FO who “should never have allowed (this person) to have driven down this road”. To be honest I found it quite difficult to deal with. My superiors at the desks explained to me how grief could be quite a distorting experience, and I learned to deal with such people and also with the extraordinary things that do occur. One lady rang in on Christmas morning to say that she had been unable to talk to her son who was in Switzerland and could the embassy help. I was very reluctant of course to ring them. As it went on it transpired that the son was actually in prison in Switzerland and she said that she was having great difficulty getting through to him in any way; she couldn’t understand why he was imprisoned in Switzerland, and etc. etc. It went through to the embassy after the holiday and they came back to me saying that they knew the son and had visited him regularly in prison; he had been caught – oh, I’ve forgotten – with something like a waistcoat concealing 200 watches that he was smuggling out of Switzerland at the time.