Conrad De Quiros was a mole of the communists in the Marcos dictatorship. The most successful mole in the history of spy craft. So secret none of his handlers exists to testify to his, shall we say, “molecular” activity on behalf of the Left and contra the dictatorship in whose ranks he was formally enrolled and legally paid for work.
De Quiros breathlessly denies in a short autobiography of someone else that he ever collaborated with Marcos. “I worked for the Left underground throughout martial law x x x What exactly I was asked to do x x x I will not go into lest I add to my dossier with the military x x x I came from the ranks of the Reds. For that I remain eminently proud.” (Inquirer, 1/10/12)
Better than the James Bond for the Left, he was the Soviet mole of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy whose trailer, in the Internet, no doubt inspired his autobiography.
FLAG and MABINI handled the cases of the top leaders of the rebel movement who were captured and tortured. No one ever mentioned one Conrad de Quiros among their contacts or sources of information.
When Teddy Benigno was appointed press secretary he could not immediately assume office because he had a dossier in the Intelligence Service of the Armed Forces of the Philippines (Isafp) which had not yet been deleted, relating to the time he joined the communes in Paris while studying there. President Cory asked that the list be purged of those unfairly listed which happened to include, among others personalities, lady journalists Niñez Cacho-Olivares, Arlene Babst, Eggie Apostol, Domini Torrevillas, Letty Magsanoc, Ceres Doyo, who had dossiers. No Conrad de Quiros.
Not a trace of such a document, not even a gap in the filing cabinets to show there was one there that went missing.
His dossier could be found only in the plantilla of the stable of writers of Marcos. If he had any connections to the Left that no one there recalls, he may have been a snitch, writing those Isafp dossiers on anti-Marcos people.
As to De Quiros’ attacks on me, no one, least of all I, owe him any explanation nor do I like to talk about myself. But if he can detach himself from the rock to which he clings like a mollusk, give up the false identity and the concocted history he created in answer to my response on his gratuitous attack, I will be pleased to tell him my story from 1972 to the present. Then he can fill out the gaps on the dossier he may have written on me and which he may be keeping in fond remembrance of the proudest but necessarily most circumspect part of his clandestine career. Meanwhile, best wishes on the year, Vidkun or shall we say Pierre; well, whichever nom de guerre you prefer.
—SEN. JOKER P. ARROYO