League to Save Carthage and Other Memories, by Anne Cleveland

Dearest Heather,

I’ve thought of you all week, and I’ve meant to write. Spoleto can be a bit distracting! I wish that we were able to make it to NY to help you pay homage to your dad. I know how difficult these last years have been for you.

During WW II and its aftermath, Frank Barnett (a Rhodes Scholar) was in military intelligence, having learned to speak Russian fluently, and served in Eastern Europe. Like both our fathers, Uncle Frank was a staunch anti-communist, and in the early 1960s (I think) he started a think-tank called the National Strategy Information Center, and many – if not all of the people involved in that effort – ended up being part of the ad hoc group called the League to Save Carthage. Frank’s name was Hamilcar, and as a brilliant historian, he saw parallels with the Punic Wars between Rome and Carthage. I remember Daddy and Frank discussing the different attempts the Romans would make to negotiate arms treaties, and as soon as the Carthaginians conceded points, the Romans would attack. The Romans were ultimately like the Russians – devoted to conquest, and in the end destroyed Carthage so completely that there was nothing left.

Frank would assemble representatives from academia, government, military and the private sector, including foundations that shared Frank’s concern about the geo-political aspirations of the Soviet Union. Our impression is that Randy was not only financially generous in his support to the League, but he was also an engaged leader in discussing the issues about which Frank and the League were so passionate. Among those who often participated in retreats were Ray Kline (CIA?), Jim Webb (Sec. of Navy and later Senator from VA), my father, and others. At the weekend retreats, the main goal of which was to build friendships among those who shared Randy and Frank’s perspectives on the Soviet Union, but another was rousing competitive tennis matches. Will and Frank often played your dad and a partner.

Of course, I was oblivious and disinterested in the politics or the impressive array of people who attended, but it was always fun. Those are the memories of how I got to meet and know Pat and Randy Richardson!

Love,

Anne