Shirley Temple Black, born April 23, 1928, served her country in vastly different ways. As a child star in the late 1930s, she cheered up a nation suffering the effects of the Great Depression, making 20 movies by the time she was six years old. Born April 23, 1928, Shirley Temple was known for films such as “Bright Eyes,” “Curly Top” and “Heidi” as well as songs including “On the Good Ship Lollipop” and “Animal Crackers in My Soup.” She ended her acting career at the age of 22 but would return to the spotlight in service to her nation later in life.
In 1968 she was at a conference in Prague when the Soviets invaded. The beginning of her diplomatic career came shortly thereafter, when President Nixon appointed her as a delegate to the United Nations. President Ford named her ambassador to Ghana in 1974, and later as his Chief of Protocol, the first woman to hold that job.
In 1989, President George H.W. Bush named her ambassador to Czechoslovakia, just a few months before communist rule was overthrown. President Reagan asked her to direct the Ambassadorial Seminar at the Foreign Service Institute and she served as a member of the Board and Advisory Council of ADST. She died February 10, 2014.
Shirley Temple Black is remembered by Kenneth C. Brill, who was interviewed by Mark Tauber in April 2016, and by Thomas Hull, who spoke to Daniel F. Whitman in January 2010.
“She had been made an honorary chief in a village near Accra”
Kenneth Brill, Political Officer, U.S. Embassy Accra, 1976-1978
BRILL: Shirley Temple was my first ambassador. When I tell people that, they go “Oooooo!” She wasn’t my ambassador long, but I had a chance to interact with her because of some unique circumstances. (Brill is seen at left.)
I arrived in Ghana — her first ambassadorial assignment; she subsequently had a second one in the Czech Republic — a month or so before Secretary Henry Kissinger was supposed to arrive at post. The post was really focused on preparing for Kissinger. As the junior-most officer in that embassy, I was given the really fabulous job of organizing the Secretary’s motorcade.
As it turns out, that would have been a career killer, because his staff requested more vehicles for the visit than were available either in our embassy or any friendly embassies, and there were no rental car companies….
This would have been 1976. I had really limited dealings with Ambassador Black in my initial time in the embassy. She was focused on getting things organized for the Secretary. I was doing my part running around desperately trying to find cars while also trying to track down my missing air freight shipment.
I had a brief courtesy call with her and she was very pleasant in welcoming me to the embassy. I never saw her outside the office in those early days and was never at the Residence or anything like that.
She was well liked in the embassy. She had a very nice way with people and she also let her DCM (Deputy Chief of Mission) Jack Lenahan, who was a very experienced Africanist, run the embassy on a day-to-day basis. There was a very clear line; she was the CEO (chief executive officer), he was the COO (chief operations officer). It seemed to me as a brand new person that the embassy was running well.
Ambassador Black was also very popular in Ghana. She had been made an honorary chief in a village near Accra, Ghana’s capital. She seemed to receive positive press coverage, which in Ghana at that time, for the U.S., was not easy.
The Ghanaian press in those days tended to be pretty stridently anti-American. And when it was not attacking the U.S. it featured sensational stories that were only loosely tied to reality. But despite all that, Ambassador Black always seemed to be treated well in the press and always got a photograph.
Every time I remember seeing any article that related to her in The Ghanaian Times or some of the other more scurrilous newspapers there was always a photograph, because she photographed well and people liked her.
In many ways she was an ideal ambassador for a country like that because she arrived with a very positive persona. People would [say] “Oh! Shirley Temple!” And she had the skills to use that opening with her direct interlocutors and the larger public when delivering a positive message about the U.S. and U.S.-Ghanaian relations….
Her films had a truly global audience and reach. That might not seem remarkable in today’s wired world, but her films were made and distributed many decades before the internet.
Because she had been so well known for so long, she was a private person. When she was working, my impression was that she was very focused and professionally outgoing. That was certainly the impression I got from all of my colleagues in the embassy.
“[Her ambassadorship] ended abruptly because of complications related to Secretary Kissinger’s visit”
She took her work seriously; she was focused on it when she was doing it. When she was in the office she was personable, charming, and she had a smile that literally would light up a room — and she smiled relatively easily. She was not a sour kind of person by any means.
But when she was off the job, she kept to her family. The Residence pool was not open to the embassy staff, something that changed when another ambassador came. But that was just the way she was; she was private. Given her background, one can understand why she would value her privacy; she hadn’t had much from the time she was probably four years old or five years old….
Shirley Temple Black was charismatic. She was a very short person, perhaps five feet all (or an inch or two more). But carried herself with great confidence. She had great posture and always wore boots that had stacked heels to add a couple of inches.
What set her apart was her smile, which when I knew her in Ghana did not appear to have changed at all from when she was a much younger actress. If you saw her smile as an ambassador when she was in her 50s, and compared that with the smile that you would see in one of her films, it was the same delightful smile.
Ambassador Black did a good job and had a successful assignment in Ghana, but it ended abruptly because of complications related to Secretary Kissinger’s visit.
Secretary Kissinger was making his one trip to Africa and he’d given an important policy speech in Lusaka on the situation in southern Africa and U.S. policy for the region. That would be Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, South Africa, and Namibia, then Southwest Africa, all of which were resisting the call for (and indigenous political movements dedicated to) black majority rule.
The head of the Ghanaian government, a very undistinguished army colonel named [General Ignatius Kutu] Acheampong, who was neither terribly bright nor accomplished in any way, withdrew the invitation for Kissinger to visit at the last minute, claiming diplomatic illness. I always thought, frankly, that he got cold feet because he finally came to the realization that he was going to sit across the table from Henry Kissinger and he didn’t know what the hell to say to him.
Kissinger had the well-earned reputation as a world class intellect; Acheampong (seen right) did not. He didn’t take advice from the foreign ministry very well and was surrounded by a coterie of essentially military people. I think he just didn’t see that there was any benefit for him to have Kissinger visit, so he called it off.
Kissinger didn’t take things like that well and as he flew over Ghana on his way to a scheduled stop in Liberia he sent a cable to Ambassador Black saying, “Come home.” So he pulled her out as a mark of his displeasure. It wasn’t a break in relations, but she was being called back to Washington for consultations.
She was back in Washington for a few months and was named Chief of Protocol (U.S. Department of State). She had started her new job, but she wanted to go back and say her farewells in Ghana. She was pulled out preemptively and very specifically told: “Don’t pay any farewell calls; we’re showing our displeasure. Just return home.”
Ambassador Black lobbied in Washington to go back to Ghana to pay her farewell calls and finally wore down Kissinger or Kissinger’s staff. She received permission to return to Ghana along with her husband to pay her farewell calls and pack up her belongings without leaving it for the GSO (General Services Officer) to do.
“Once Mr. Black took off his shirt, camera flashbulbs lit up the room”
As the junior-most person in the embassy I went along on her farewell calls outside the capital as sort of an aide-de-camp. She received permission to use the C-12 [military designation for Beechcraft Huron aircraft] DAO [Defense Attaché Office] airplane to make her farewell calls in Ghana’s regional capitols. Those trips around the country were a good opportunity for me to see her in action and also to get to talk to her.
There were three of us in her party on the plane: Ambassador Black, her husband and me; there was also a pilot and co-pilot. Mr. Black spent a good deal of time reading and doing work on the flights. Ambassador Black also did some work on the plane but she was also open to conversation, which I took advantage of.
Ambassador Black really showed her people skills on the trip and also a sense of what it meant to be the U.S. ambassador. She carried herself very well, knew her brief and was skilled at delivering it.
The U.S. relationship with Ghana was not one of our vital relationships by any means, but we had AID [Agency for International Development] projects, we had a variety of interests in the country and, of course, it was the Cold War and so everybody was trying to make sure we were one up on the Soviets.
She delivered really effective messages about U.S.-Ghanaian relations — about whatever the AID project or other commercial activities that might be in the area — to the regional governor and to his staff, but also wove into that her happiness with the time she had spent in Ghana, her love of the Ghanaian people, how much she respected Ghana. She was really very skillful.
Also, beyond being just an effective ambassador, presenting her points effectively, she was skilled at relating to people and she really made the people she was talking to feel like she was taking them into her confidence, that they were friends. She was very warm to them; she smiled easily and nicely.
The photographs — “Can we have a photograph?” “Of course you can do the photograph.” Whether it was the senior person she was meeting or other staff on the way, or just people standing around outside, or even at the little airports where we would land. She was very, very skilled at that.
Occasionally there would be a journalist or two and she would handle those encounters very well. Gifts were always exchanged. She was given little gifts, like a Kente shawl, nothing terribly big, but little things because people liked her and wanted her to have some memory of Ghana or their part of Ghana.
I remember we were in Bolgatanga, which is the northernmost city in Ghana , near the border with what was then called Upper Volta, now Burkina Faso, and the governor gave a gift to Charlie, not just to Ambassador Black. The gift for Charlie was a cotton shirt in the style worn in northern Ghana.
Mr. Black (seen right) was delighted to be involved in the gift exchange, so he took off his shirt to put on the Governor’s gift. This was the ceremonial part of the meeting, so there was some press in the room with us, and once Mr. Black took off his shirt, camera flashbulbs lit up the room. As everyone in the room and anyone who would see those photos would see, he was a tanned and very fit person.
Ambassador Black, who had a very disciplined approach to public occasions and knew from her time in Hollywood what could go wrong with unplanned photographs said, “Charlie! Put your shirt back on!”
Mr. Black quickly put on the gift shirt and did not take it off again until we were back on the plane. The press did not seem that interested in him fully clothed, so the cameras stopped.
It was very clear that she was much more used to dealing with the press, being in the public eye, and knowing what you do and don’t do with the press on a public occasion than he was. But he was enthusiastic and happy to go along with the spirit of the Governor’s gift giving. He got caught up in the occasion; Ambassador Black, on the other hand, was disciplined and very professional when she was in the public eye.
“I don’t really care to see myself as a spunky little six or eight year old anymore.”
During another leg of the trip, I was talking to her about one thing or another and Charlie leaned over and pointed to a story in the Wall Street Journal. It was a story about her. It just noted that she had acquired the last of the copyrights to her films that she didn’t have. She apparently owned the rights to the full library of her films. She had, over time, bought them.
I congratulated her and said, “I think that’s a very shrewd business move because I saw your films on TV when I was a kid and clearly they’re still generating cash flow.”
I asked her, “This may be an indiscreet question, but do you ever watch the films, for example, with your kids?” I don’t think she had grandchildren at that point.
She looked at me, gave me this kind of little pout she could do, you would see it in her films, and said, “Ken, I don’t really care to see myself as a spunky little six or eight year old anymore.” OK. I got that.
I found in my discussions with Ambassador Black during our time on the plane that she was a very shrewd political analyst, particularly of California politics, and we talked a lot about California politics since I had joined the Foreign Service while living in California and was very interested in the state’s politics.
She’d run for Congress and lost, and had been close to Ronald Reagan both professionally and politically. I found her to be really well informed on the politics of California and on U.S. politics as well — very thoughtful, not doctrinaire, but pragmatic and interesting….
During that whole time, as we traveled around the country, and also at a farewell ceremony in a village outside of Accra that had made her a chief, Ambassador Black was always very gracious to me and to everybody she encountered. She was just really pleasant and nice, never a sense of being a prima donna, or of being star from Hollywood…
I’d been engaged when I was assigned to Ghana and I went back to the U.S. to be married after I had been there about a year. My wife, Mary, and I were married near Milwaukee, where her eldest sister lived. My wife had been running the Baltimore office of a large international shipping company, but she took a leave from that to come live with me in Ghana. On the way to Ghana, we had to get her a diplomatic passport and complete a bunch of other paperwork so she could be authorized to travel to Ghana as my wife. (Shirley Temple Black sworn in as Chief of Protocol with President Ford in 1976 at right).
Pat Kennedy (Patrick F. Kennedy, currently the Under Secretary of State for Management) was then the post management officer for West Africa, and Pat got everything done quickly and well as he always did, and still does today.
I popped down to the Chief of Protocol’s office, which, as you know, is on the first floor, with Mary, and asked, “Is Ambassador Black here? I’d just like to say hello.”
And they said, “Well, who are you?”
And I replied, “I was in Ghana with her.”
“Oh! Come on in, come on in! She likes to see people from Ghana.”
So we went in and I introduced Ambassador Black to Mary and she came across the room and gave Mary a big hug. Mary will never forget she got a big hug from Shirley Temple. Ambassador Black was very happy to see us and asked, “What’s happening in Ghana? You’re married! You’re going to love it there, people are so nice.” It was just another indication she was a nice person.
“But, Daddy, isn’t she a little girl?”
Thomas Hull, Public Affairs officer, U.S. Embassy Prague, 1990-1993
HULL: Not long after I arrived [in Czechoslovakia] we got a new American ambassador. The previous American ambassador departed post not long before I arrived. I was pretty excited to find that my new ambassador was going to be Shirley Temple Black, the former child star who was well known for films like “Stand up and Cheer,” “Little Miss Marker,” and “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm,” and who sang “On the Good Ship Lollipop.” (Ambassador Black escorting Secretary Baker in Prague in 1990 at left.)
I announced this to my daughter, that Shirley Temple was going to be our ambassador. I remember her response: “But Daddy, isn’t she a little girl?”
Because everybody was used to watching her films, children just didn’t relate to the fact that this was ancient history from the early days of Hollywood. It was kind of funny. There were a few articles in the newspapers.
Some of us were reminded that Ambassador Black had previously been Ambassador to Ghana under President Ford in the mid 1970’s. Also, during the 1980’s she ran the Ambassadorial training course for FSI [the Foreign Service Institute], so she was no stranger to the world of embassies.
Some people looked upon her as a bit superficial because of her “Good Ship Lollipop.” In fact this article in front of me says, “Shirley Temple Black, the child movie star eternalized in America’s memory on the Good Ship Lollipop, shortly will be named Ambassador to Czechoslovakia.”
So that was a cross she had to bear. Although she was very proud of her acting career, she was more irritated that everybody drank Shirley Temples for which she received no royalties.
While I was in Czech language training she came to the State Department to get ready for her confirmation hearings and that is where I first met her. We hit it off pretty quickly, although I was a little taken aback by her very first question to me, which was, “Tom, do you have a good joke book?”
I said, “No, I don’t.”
She said, “Well, you better get one because I like to begin and end my speeches with jokes.” I thought, “Oh dear, here we go.”…
Anyway, so she was nominated and she was confirmed. By and large we had a delightful three years together. I arrived in late August and she arrived just a few weeks later in Prague.
There was another interesting aspect of this. She had a brother who had [multiple sclerosis], so she spent much of his life looking after him. So that was a cause she strongly supported, finding a cure for [multiple sclerosis. She co-founded the International Federation of Multiple Sclerosis Societies.]
So she happened to be in Prague in 1968 at a conference on the subject when the Soviets invaded. So she was actually there and had that connection which gave her some credibility to the Czechs. They learned that she was actually there. She was among the foreigners the American embassy had to evacuate from the country at that time.… (Hull is seen at left.)
So that was a very long time ago, much earlier in her life. But she had that little connection to Prague and she was the kind of person who knew how to maximize that kind of incident and get some diplomatic value out of it. She was immediately thrust into her work, as I was into mine.
There were people who wanted to interview her. I made one mistake early in her tour, the first week, for which she took me to the woodshed. That was in an interview with the New York Times in which, because she was new, she had me there sitting with her in this lovely palace that was the ambassador’s residence in Prague. She had me there as the New York Times correspondent was interviewing her. I would from time to time interject information to him amplifying what she was saying.
Afterward she let me know that she never ever wanted to be interrupted during an interview because ‘there was only one star on the stage.’ She very firmly told me this.
I said, “Fine, that’s the way it is.”
We worked very well. That is not to say I didn’t whisper in her ear from time to time. We would do lots of interviews.…
I mention that because I was in on all of her interviews, very close with her. We did dozens of interviews throughout her career as ambassador because, as she pointed out correctly, she had been doing media interviews since she was about three years old. She was so adept.
And when people would take her picture, whether it was a journalist or just a visitor, she would know if her eye blinked, and she would say, “I blinked,” and she would have them take the photograph again. I mean she was that sensitive to how this worked.
She was known because her films had been shown before the Second World War in Czechoslovakia, and her books were translated into Czech as well as other languages around the world. They did books basically summarizing her movies, with pictures of her and so forth.
There were Shirley Temple dolls and so forth, in the Depression and early 40’s. That wasn’t true only in the United States but around the world. Remarkably, she was an international figure. She herself saved MGM [sic] from collapse through her popularity in the 1930’s.…
“Jack, I need some good films out here”
The Ambassador was generally dissatisfied with the quality of our classic feature films that USIS had to offer…When we showed The Whales of August, we rented out a movie theater to an invited audience. It was so incredibly dull to anybody except an American intellectual that the Ambassador decided that was it.
So we went back to her office the next day and she called the head of the Motion Picture Association of America, this former advisor to Presidents Kennedy and Johnson, Jack Valenti. She picks up the phone as only my Ambassador could do and calls Jack Valenti, and says, “Jack, I need some good films out here, some current films, not The Whales of August.”
So at that time in the fall of 1989 one of the current films was one about the Soviet submarine that was defecting to the United States, a John Clancy novel turned into film [The Hunt for Red October.] So instead of showing The Whales of August with some elderly Americans bickering we now could rent a movie theater and invite an audience to show a Soviet submarine defecting to the United States…
All sorts of people were emerging from the woodwork who might not have approached the American Ambassador. For example, I mentioned the Shirley Temple films and the Shirley Temple dolls. What I wanted to append to that was one of the more moving stories that sometimes moves me to tears when I think about it.
A woman came to me and she said she wanted to meet the Ambassador and she explained to me why. I went to the Ambassador and said, “You must meet with this woman,” because she really did not meet with many people. She did not send out autographs unless you sent her a stamped self-addressed envelope. She wanted to always downplay her actress background, not because she was ashamed of it or anything, but it interfered with her image as the American Ambassador. But this lady came.
I took her to see the Ambassador. She explained to the Ambassador that when she was a little girl, she had seen Shirley Temple films and she loved them. She loved the little Shirley Temple books about the films and her Shirley Temple doll. She and her entire family were rounded up because they were Jews and they were sent to concentration camps and separated.
At the end of the war every other member of her family was gassed and dead. But this woman had one connection to her former life — her Shirley Temple books. Even today I find it just a very strong moving moment. But that was the sort of things we had.
I remember another man she received. I told her she should receive a very elderly man who was just a fanatic Shirley Temple fan and wanted to meet her. He was so happy having met her. He got on the train to go back to Germany and died on the train….
There were a lot of these very moving moments. To the Depression generation of America and the world she was just a very important person, but to meet somebody whose only continuity in life was her Shirley Temple books was pretty amazing.