VampHeartless
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- Feb 25, 2004
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I read on CNN the other day that the vast majority of Americans now believe that Cuba has gotten over it's human rights issues and Fidel Castro was no longer a threat. They want to lift the trade embargo.
And in fact, I too was among the same frame of my mind.
That was, until I married a beautiful cuban woman named Monica. (She's the one I'm sucking face with in my signature. )
Several times, she has told me of her family, and I share some of this with you here. Do you remember the movie Scarface, and Fidel ships all those cuban prisoners sent to Miami on a raft/boat? Well, one of those prisoners was Monica's father. He's a good guy, a strong guy, who's made a very nice life for himself in Miami, despite the fact that everyday he struggles with memories of a exotic land that no longer exists in this world. Mo's mother, aunts, grandparents, who are all now naturalized citizens, all came from Cuba, all saw what it used to be, and all cry at night because of what it has become.
Just yesterday Mo told me how her Aunt was pregnant and went to visit her cousin in Fidel's Cuba. Their were huge armed guards at his house. It turned out, someone, somewhere claimed her cousin was a revolutionary, and without warning, Monica's pregnant Aunt, and her husband were taken into custody. They were thrown into a dirty cell with other prisoners. Her Aunt threw up over and over and became sick because of the dirty conditions and lack of nutrition, and she prayed that her unborn child would not be harmed. Two weeks she remained there, with no contact from her husband or the outside. She was interrogated and threatened daily. Then, one morning, she was dragged out and thrown in the street, with no way home and no explanations, and no knowledge of her husband's location. Eventually, one of the armed guards who imprisoned offered to give her a ride home, and her husband arrived home hours after her.
No jury trial, no evidence, no investigation.
Just incarceration.
Incarceration for a pregnant woman and her husband. For two weeks.
Just because she wanted to the visit her cousin.
If anyone ever thinks that Cuba has healed, and that we need to resolve our differences with Fidel Castro, my only request, is that you talk with one of the immigrants from Miami, who knew a more beautiful country then is there right now. My wife's family tells us stories of beauty and song and dance, and the wonders that existed before his regime, that to them have all disappeared into faded memories. It is not fair or right for us to assume that Fidel Castro's Cuba deserves recognition on the world stage, when we are all but strangers to what is going in those borders. I myself have not stumbled across one of her family members who wants to lift those embargos. They would not spend a penny to support the man who destroyed their home, their lives, and everything they every owned. He is an occupying force to them, one that they hope will someday crumble and be defeated, and then they can return to the passion they once new, for the Old Cuba, full of song and dance. Fully of beauty and life.
That until that moment arrives, exists for them only in distant memories...
And in fact, I too was among the same frame of my mind.
That was, until I married a beautiful cuban woman named Monica. (She's the one I'm sucking face with in my signature. )
Several times, she has told me of her family, and I share some of this with you here. Do you remember the movie Scarface, and Fidel ships all those cuban prisoners sent to Miami on a raft/boat? Well, one of those prisoners was Monica's father. He's a good guy, a strong guy, who's made a very nice life for himself in Miami, despite the fact that everyday he struggles with memories of a exotic land that no longer exists in this world. Mo's mother, aunts, grandparents, who are all now naturalized citizens, all came from Cuba, all saw what it used to be, and all cry at night because of what it has become.
Just yesterday Mo told me how her Aunt was pregnant and went to visit her cousin in Fidel's Cuba. Their were huge armed guards at his house. It turned out, someone, somewhere claimed her cousin was a revolutionary, and without warning, Monica's pregnant Aunt, and her husband were taken into custody. They were thrown into a dirty cell with other prisoners. Her Aunt threw up over and over and became sick because of the dirty conditions and lack of nutrition, and she prayed that her unborn child would not be harmed. Two weeks she remained there, with no contact from her husband or the outside. She was interrogated and threatened daily. Then, one morning, she was dragged out and thrown in the street, with no way home and no explanations, and no knowledge of her husband's location. Eventually, one of the armed guards who imprisoned offered to give her a ride home, and her husband arrived home hours after her.
No jury trial, no evidence, no investigation.
Just incarceration.
Incarceration for a pregnant woman and her husband. For two weeks.
Just because she wanted to the visit her cousin.
If anyone ever thinks that Cuba has healed, and that we need to resolve our differences with Fidel Castro, my only request, is that you talk with one of the immigrants from Miami, who knew a more beautiful country then is there right now. My wife's family tells us stories of beauty and song and dance, and the wonders that existed before his regime, that to them have all disappeared into faded memories. It is not fair or right for us to assume that Fidel Castro's Cuba deserves recognition on the world stage, when we are all but strangers to what is going in those borders. I myself have not stumbled across one of her family members who wants to lift those embargos. They would not spend a penny to support the man who destroyed their home, their lives, and everything they every owned. He is an occupying force to them, one that they hope will someday crumble and be defeated, and then they can return to the passion they once new, for the Old Cuba, full of song and dance. Fully of beauty and life.
That until that moment arrives, exists for them only in distant memories...
