Isaac Don Levine

Isaac Don Levine

Isaac Don Levine was born in Mozyr, Russia, on 19th January, 1892. Levine became a socialist and became involved in anti-tsarist political activity. In 1911 he emigrated to the United States and settled in Missouri.

Levine became a journalist and found work with The Kansas City Star. In 1917 he covered the Bolshevik Revolution for The New York Herald Tribune. His reports eventually were turned into a book, The Russian Revolution (1917). He would return to Russia in the early 1920s to cover the Russian Civil War for The Chicago Daily News. In the 1930s he worked as a columnist for William Randolph Hearst. Levine also wrote a critical biography of Joseph Stalin, entitled Stalin (1931).

Whittaker Chambers

In 1939, Levine met Whittaker Chambers, a former member of the American Communist Party. Chambers told Levine that there was a communist cell in the United States government. Chambers recalled in his book, Witness (1952): "For years, he (Levine) has carried on against Communism a kind of private war which is also a public service. He is a skillful professional journalist and a notable ghost writer... From the first, Levine had urged me to take my story to the proper authorities. I had said no. I was extremely wary of Levine. I knew little or nothing about him, and the ex-Communist Party, but the natural prey of anyone who can turn his plight to his own purpose or profit."

Levine arranged for Chambers to meet Adolf Berle, one of the top aides to President Franklin D. Roosevelt. John V. Fleming, has argued in The Anti-Communist Manifestos: Four Books that Shaped the Cold War (2009) that Chambers told Berle that Alger Hiss was one of the communist agents in the government. According to Chambers, Berle reacted with the comment: "We may be in this war within forty-eight hours and we cannot go into it without clean services." Berle, who was in effect the president's Director of Homeland Security, raised the issue with Roosevelt, "who profanely dismissed it as nonsense."

Walter Krivitsky

On 5th November 1938, Walter Krivitsky, an NKVD agent, defected to the United States. When he arrived at New York he was refused permission to enter the country. For the next few days they were kept on Ellis Island. With the help of David Shub, he was eventually allowed to stay at the apartment that Paul Wohl had found for him at 600 West 140th Street. The two men immediately got to work writing articles on the Soviet Union. Shub also put the men in touch with Levine, because he had good contacts with the American media.

Levine realised that this "slight, short and unimposing, though noteworthy for the striking contrast between his deep blue eyes, keen with intelligence" was a source of extraordinary material. He told Krivitsky that he could get him a lucrative deal for a series of articles. The first of these articles appeared in the Saturday Evening Post in April 1939. J. Edgar Hoover was very angry when he read the article. He was extremely annoyed that the American public had discovered in the article that Joseph Stalin was "sending NKVD agents into the United States as if the the FBI did not exist".

In November of the same year, the series was collected into a book titled I Was Stalin's Agent (1939). One of the most powerful sections of the book was an account of Stalin's involvement in the Spanish Civil War. "Stalin's intervention in Spain had one primary aim... namely, to include Spain in the sphere of the Kremlin's influence... The world believed that Stalin's actions were in some way connected with world revolution. But this is not true. The problem of world revolution had long before that ceased to be real to Stalin... He was also moved however, by the need of some answer to the foreign friends of the Soviet Union who would be disaffected by the great purge. His failure to defend the Spanish Republic, combined with the shock of the great purge, might have lost him their support."

Adolf Berle

Levine arranged for Whittaker Chambers to meet Adolf Berle, one of the top aides to President Franklin D. Roosevelt. He later wrote in Witness: "The Berles were having cocktails. It was my first glimpse of that somewhat beetle-like man with the mild, intelligent eyes (at Harvard his phenomenal memory had made him a child prodigy). He asked the inevitable question: If I were responsible for the funny words in Time. I said no. Then he asked, with a touch of crossness, if I were responsible for Time's rough handling of him. I was not aware that Time had handled him roughly. At supper, Mrs. Berle took swift stock of the two strange guests who had thus appeared so oddly at her board, and graciously bounced the conversational ball. She found that we shared a common interest in gardening. I learned that the Berles imported their flower seeds from England and that Mrs. Berle had even been able to grow the wild cardinal flower from seed. I glanced at my hosts and at Levine, thinking of the one cardinal flower that grew in the running brook in my boyhood. But I was also thinking that it would take more than modulated voices, graciousness and candle-light to save a world that prized those things."

After dinner Chambers told Berle about Alger Hiss being a spy for the Soviet Union and other NKVD agents working for the government: "Around midnight, we went into the house. What we said there is not in question because Berle took it in the form of penciled notes. Just inside the front door, he sat at a little desk or table with a telephone on it and while I talked he wrote, abbreviating swiftly as he went along. These notes did not cover the entire conversation on the lawn. They were what we recapitulated quickly at a late hour after a good many drinks. I assumed that they were an exploratory skeleton on which further conversations and investigation would be based."

According to Chambers, Berle reacted to the news about Hiss with the comment: "We may be in this war within forty-eight hours and we cannot go into it without clean services." John V. Fleming, has argued in The Anti-Communist Manifestos: Four Books that Shaped the Cold War (2009) Chambers had "confessed to Berle the existence of a Communist cell - he did not yet identify it as an esp[ionage team - in Washington." Berle, who was in effect the president's Director of Homeland Security, raised the issue with President Franklin D. Roosevelt, "who profanely dismissed it as nonsense."

Un-American Activities Committee

Levine also provided testimony to the Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) on 8th December, 1948. According to Karl Mundt of the HUAC, Levine named Laurence Duggan in executive session. Duggan, who had worked for the State Department during the Second World War, was interviewed by the FBI. Duggan denied being a communist or a spy, but he told agents he had been approached twice in the 1930s by Frederick V. Field and Henry Collins to become a spy. On 20th December, Duggan jumped from the sixteenth-floor window of his New York office on West 45 Street.

Isaac Don Levine appearing before the Un-American Activities Committee
Isaac Don Levine appearing before the Un-American Activities Committee

Levine also provided testimony to the Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) on 8th December, 1948. According to Karl Mundt of the HUAC, Levine named Laurence Duggan in executive session. Duggan, who had worked for the State Department during the Second World War, was interviewed by the FBI. Duggan denied being a communist or a spy, but he told agents he had been approached twice in the 1930s by Frederick V. Field and Henry Collins to become a spy. On 20th December, Duggan jumped from the sixteenth-floor window of his New York office on West 45 Street.

John V. Fleming has described Levine as "a notorious reactionary if not an outright Fascist". Levine edited the anti-communist magazine Plain Talk. He also worked for Radio Free Europe in West Germany. Other books by Levine include Stalin's Great Secret (1956), Soviet Intervention in Hungary (1957), The Mind of an Assassin - The Man Who Killed Trotsky (1959), I Rediscover Russia (1964), Intervention (1969) and Eyewitness to History: Memoirs and Reflection (1973)

Isaac Don Levine died on 15th February, 1981.

Primary Sources

(1) Whittaker Chambers, Witness (1952)

For years, he (Levine) has carried on against Communism a kind of private war which is also a public service. He is a skillful professional journalist and a notable ghost writer... From the first, Levine had urged me to take my story to the proper authorities. I had said no. I was extremely wary of Levine. I knew little or nothing about him, and the ex-Communist Party, but the natural prey of anyone who can turn his plight to his own purpose or profit.

(2) John V. Fleming, The Anti-Communist Manifestos: Four Books that Shaped the Cold War (2009)

Jan Valtin himself did not exist. The probable author of the book was Isaac Don Levine, a notorious reactionary if not an outright Fascist. The opposite view was that the book was absolutely true. Every incident described happened to the author, Jan Valtin (Richard Krebs), and happened exactly as described. It is possibly ironic that this was the view that Krebs himself had to adopt. Clearly he had never been entirely frank even with his intimate friend and collaborator Isaac Don Levine, who either actually believed or found it commercially helpful not to disbelieve that the book was essentially "straight" autobiography. The publisher Koppell also at least acted like a true believer. For the fact of the matter was that while Out of the Night might be gripping as a novel, as an autobiography, an "historical document of our times," it was commercial dynamite. At that moment the die was cast. Levine and Koppell sold the book on terms that left Krebs no choice, even if he should have wanted to exercise one. It was a step that would create big problems for the author....

An important pillar of Isaac Don Levine's career was his ability to get "exclusives" with people prominently in the news. A native speaker of Russian, he often had a comparative advantage in dealing with Russians abroad. As of 1941 his greatest coup to date was his access to the recently defunct General Krivitsky, "head of Stalin's Secret Service." He was still going strong at the time of President John F. Kennedy's assassination, when he gained unique journalistic access to Marina Oswald, the Russian-born widow of the assassin. Valtin was potentially his greatest find ever, and he was determined to present him as the absolutely genuine article. The jury of the Book-of-the-Month Club, heavily lobbied by left-wing "experts" no less than by the likes of Koppell and Levine, felt their individual reputations on the line. They required of Koppell, who then required of Krebs, a detailed memorandum that would provide external textual proof of the major episodes of the book.

(3) Whittaker Chambers, Witness (1952)

Unexpectedly, Levine provided the opportunity. Between the time that he proposed to arrange a conversation with the President, and the time I next saw Levine, some months had elapsed. I had gone to work for Time magazine. I was much too busy trying to learn my job to think of Levine, the President or anything else.

Then, on the morning of September 2, 1939, a few days after the Nazi-Communist Pact was signed, and the German armor had rushed on Warsaw, Isaac Don Levine appeared at my office at Time. He explained that he had been unable to arrange to see the President. But he had arranged a substitute meeting with Adolf Berle, the Assistant Secretary of State in charge of security. It was for eight o'clock that night. Would I go?

I hesitated. I did not like the way in which I was presented with an accomplished fact. But "looked at concretely, there are no ex-Communists; there are only revolutionists and counter-revolutionists"; "in our time, informing is a duty." In fact, I was grateful to Levine for presenting me with a decision to which I had only to assent, but which involved an act so hateful that I should have hesitated to take the initiative myself.

I said that I would meet Levine in Washington that night.

The plane was late. Levine was waiting for me nervously in front of the Hay-Adams House. No doubt, he thought that I might have changed my mind, leaving him with nothing to take to Adolf Berle but embarrassing explanations.
Berle was living in Secretary of War Stimson's house. It stood on Woodley Road near Connecticut Avenue. It stood deep in shaded grounds, somewhat jungle like at night. For some reason the cab driver let us out at the entrance to the drive and, as we straggled up to the house, I realized that we were only four or five blocks from the apartment on 28th Street where I had first talked to Alger Hiss. With a wince, I thought of his remark when I told him that
I had taken a job in the Government: "I suppose that you'll turn up next in the State Department."

The Berles were having cocktails. It was my first glimpse of that somewhat beetle-like man with the mild, intelligent eyes (at Harvard his phenomenal memory had made him a child prodigy). He asked the inevitable question: If I were responsible for the funny words in Time. I said no. Then he asked, with a touch of crossness, if I were responsible for Time's rough handling of him. I was not aware that Time had handled him roughly.

At supper, Mrs. Berle took swift stock of the two strange guests who had thus appeared so oddly at her board, and graciously bounced the conversational ball. She found that we shared a common interest in gardening. I learned that the Berles imported their flower seeds from England and that Mrs. Berle had even been able to grow the wild cardinal flower from seed. I glanced at my hosts and at Levine, thinking of the one cardinal flower that grew in the running brook in my boyhood. But I was also thinking that it would take more than modulated voices, graciousness and candle-light to save a world that prized those things.

After the coffee, Mrs. Berle left us. Berle, Levine and I went out on the lawn. Three anticipatory chairs were waiting for us, like a mushroom ring in a pasture. The trees laid down islands of shadow, and about us washed the ocean of warm, sweet, southern air whose basic scent is honeysuckle. From beyond, came the rumor of the city, the softened rumble of traffic on Connecticut Avenue.

We had scarcely sat down when a Negro serving man brought drinks. I was intensely grateful. I drank mine quickly. I knew that two or three glasses of Scotch and soda would give me a liberating exhilaration. For what I had to do, I welcomed any aid that would loosen my tongue.

Levine made some prefatory statement about my special information, which, of course, they had already discussed before. Berle was extremely agitated. "We may be in this war within forty-eight hours," he said, "and we cannot go into it without clean services." He said this not once, but several times. I was astonished to hear from an Assistant Secretary of State that the Government considered it possible that the United States might go into the war at once.

Gratefully, I felt the alcohol take hold. It was my turn to speak. I remember only that I said that I was about to give very serious information touching certain people in the Government, but that I had no malice against those people. I believed that they constituted a danger to the country in this crisis. I begged, if possible, that they might merely be dismissed from their posts and not otherwise prosecuted. Even while I said it, I supposed that it was a waste of breath. But it was such a waste of breath as a man must make. I did not realize that it was also supremely ironic. "I am a lawyer, Mr. Chambers," said Mr. Berle, "not a policeman."

It was a rambling talk. I do not recall any special order in it. Nor do I recall many details. I recall chiefly the general picture I drew of Communist infiltration of the Government and one particular point. In view of the war danger, and the secrecy of the bombsight, I more than once stressed to Berle the importance of getting Reno as quickly as possible out of the Aberdeen Proving Ground. (When the F.B.I. looked for him in 1948, he was still employed there.)

We sat on the lawn for two or three hours. Almost all of that time I was talking. I supposed, later on, that I had given Berle the names of Bykov and the head of the steel experimental laboratory. They do not appear in the typed notes. Levine remembers that we discussed micro film. I have no independent recollection of that. But, while we must have covered a good deal of ground in two or three hours, it is scarcely strange that none of us should have remembered too clearly just what he said on the lawn, for most of the time we were holding glasses in our hands.

Around midnight, we went into the house. What we said there is not in question because Berle took it in the form of penciled notes. Just inside the front door, he sat at a little desk or table with a telephone on it and while I talked he wrote, abbreviating swiftly as he went along. These notes did not cover the entire conversation on the lawn. They were what we recapitulated quickly at a late hour after a good many drinks. I assumed that they were an exploratory skeleton on which further conversations and investigation would be based.

After midnight, Levine and I left. As we went out, I could see that Mrs. Berle had fallen asleep on a couch in a room to my right. Adolf Berle, in great excitement, was on the telephone even before we were out the door. I supposed that he was calling the White House.

In August, 1948, Adolf A. Berle testified before the House Committee on Un-American Activities not long after my original testimony about Alger Hiss and the Ware Group. The former Assistant Secretary of State could no longer clearly recall my conversation with him almost a decade before. His memory had grown dim on a number of points. He believed, for example, that I had described to him a Marxist study group whose members were not Communists. In any case, he had been unable to take seriously, in 1939, any "idea that the Hiss boys and Nat Witt were going to take over the Government."

At no time in our conversation can I remember anyone's mentioning the ugly word espionage. But how well we understood what we were talking about, Berle was to make a matter of record. For when, four years after that memorable conversation, his notes were finally taken out of a secret file and turned over to the F.B.I., it was found that Adolf Berle himself had headed them: Underground Espionage Agent.