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True, the banishment of His Eminence, Archbishop Makarios of Cyprus, was "one of the most muddleheaded decisions of Prime Minister Eden's indecisive tenure"-but perhaps now the free world will realize and sympathize with the almost hopeless situation of this poor, small nation in its fight to be free of British domination...
...characterize Eden's deportation of Archbishop Makarios as "muddleheaded," but what was the alternative after Britain's offer of self-government under British security had been rejected? The "self-determination" of the Cypriots strikes a responsive chord in American hearts, but have the consequences of the "down-with-Britain" cry been fully considered? What would have happened to Cyprus in World War II had it been Greek? Even more, what will be its fate in any future Mediterranean struggle without the presence of Her British Majesty's troops...
Current Crisis: Enosis revived in 1950 when Makarios, soon to be appointed archbishop, organized an unofficial plebiscite that showed 95% favoring union with Greece. King Paul of Greece some time later reportedly asked Anthony Eden (then Foreign Secretary) about Greece's prospects of regaining Cyprus, and was startled by Eden's reply: "I will not discuss...
...British control of defense and foreign policy, and guarantees of equality for the island's Turkish minority, but he countered with demands for amnesty for terrorists. The British refused, also refused his demands for a time limit when police powers should pass to the Cyprus government. Prime Minister Eden is now convinced that if all the archbishop's demands had been met, "other demands would immediately have been flung up in their place." But, looking back, even many in Britain agree that one short year ago they might have had a settlement (and none of the resultant rancor...
...Metropolitan Opera got a new Carmen last week. She serpentined onstage in a dress of bare-shouldered abandon, and the rose in her hand glowed like the apple of Eden. She tilted her ink-black mane at a confident angle and poured out in seductive French: "When I'll give you my love? I'm sure I couldn't say; perhaps not at all-tomorrow I may." Her big voice had a dark, anthracite sheen, sometimes with more polish than depth, sometimes with not quite enough polish, but always firm and sometimes thrilling. By the time...