Fidel Castro is Finally Dead! Thank God!
For those of us born in Cuba during the 1940’s or 1950’s, the Castro name has loomed over our existence as postulants hovering over a fertile crop. Upon fleeing from the Nazis in 1941, both my father and mother each sought sanctuary in Cuba under General Fulgencio Batista. He allowed these refugees to remain in Cuba for the following six years without any problems.
Having fled the Russian Revolution of 1917-1925, my mother was leery of the arrival of Russian operatives and the rise of Communism in Cuba, way before the Castro’s 1959 Revolution against Batista. So we moved to NYC, where my father, a general practitioner, who spoke fluent Spanish had one of the largest Cuban/Puerto Rican/Dominican medical practices in upper Manhattan. That is how I remembered my childhood.
Several decades later, I found myself in Panama working with a very gifted three star US Army General, Marc Cisneros. We were fighting Cuban Special Ops who were sent to Panama to help Noriega harass American soldiers at different locations. The Cuban troops engaged in a very sophisticated psychological warfare and we eventually had to evict them from Panamanian soil. Yet, I was quite impressed with their capability to run such a high-level operation.
Years later, I decided to travel to my former homeland, Cuba. I had not previously visited because I had been an ardent anti-Communist who was involved with regime change in both the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe. As expected, I was harassed in Havana by Castro’s nefarious Direccion de Inteligencia [DGI or G2]. They cornered me against a wall and start an interrogation. They asked me questions as to why I had come to Cuba and whether I was there to implement “regime change”.
I was afraid that they would take me to their headquarters on Linea and A.Vedas where Div. General Jesus Bermudez Cutino could torture me. I tried to disguise any fear. As the DGI officers pressed me harder against the wall, I started to throw out $1 bills haphazardly into the crowd that was forming around my captors and me. Cuban bystanders were curious to see this confrontation between their secret police and an American citizen.
As I had anticipated some of the DGI’s well-known public humiliations; I brought with me hundreds of $1 bills. In my efforts to counter-act DGI, I threw out so much money that the surrounding crowd was starting to harass the DGI officers who were begging me to stop.
Luckily, I got out of that situation. I took comfort in knowing that no matter how bad my presence in Cuba might turn out to be, I had a non-profit American organization [allied with the arts and humanity] to hopefully guarantee my safety. Thankfully, they did just that.
Years later, when I lived full time in Miami Beach, I encountered a handsome Olympic Rower who had fled Cuba after he was tortured by the DGI. He escaped Cuba by rowing the 90 miles to the USA. Amazing guy. One day, he drove me to an area where Cubans frequent the cafes in Miami. He pointed to an apartment in some building and just uttered the name, “Fidel”. Apparently, Castro had lived there in Miami for eight months just before he left Mexico for Cuba.
My friend knew that I knew the CIA had already co-opted Fidel’s revolution before leaving Tuxpan, Veracruz, Mexico, on November 25, 1956. My friend reaffirmed for me what Noriega and other so-called, “American enemies” had always told me: the CIA has been behind their successful revolutions.
It made a lot of sense to me that CIA had maintained a fifty year strategic tension between Cuba/USA a la Henry Kissinger’s dogmas. Remember: that my enemy of today will become my friend for tomorrow.
Now let me ask: Was it an accident that a mulatto boy born in Indonesia to a sterling CIA mother-operative trained in anthropology and Russian languages would grow up to be Barry Sorel aka Barack Hussein Obama? He was nurtured by his CIA maternal grandmother/grandfather. One day he could end the half-a-century of CIA-contrived hostilities between Cuba and the USG. History, like the intelligence field, has no coincidences.
Unfortunately, Americans have to be apprised on a daily basis who/what will become our new enemy according to the mischievous activities of our blessed CIA. Instead of Fidel/Raul Castro, the CIA has conveniently provided us with Al Qaeda and ISIS.
I am celebrating Fidel’s death by listening to the syncopated rhythms of the Buena Vista Social Club.“Y Tu Que Has Hecho?” What did you do during the Castro period?
Voltaire once wrote the following:
“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.”