Castro and Che's Victims Honored this Week-End
By Humberto Fontova
You'll often find people with itchy noses and red-rimmed eyes ambling
amidst the long rows of white crosses at Tamiami Park on Coral Way and
107 Avenue in Miami. It's a mini-Arlington cemetery called the Cuban
Memorial, in honor of Castro and Che's murder victims and those who fell
trying to free Cuba from the murderous barbarism they imposed with their
Soviet overlords while "The Best and Brightest" dithered, bumbled and
finally betrayed.
But the tombs are symbolic. Most of the bodies still lie in mass graves
dug by bulldozers on the orders of Ted Turner's fishing buddy, Harry
Belafonte's bosom pal and Barbara Walter's favored dinner companion.
Never heard of this Cuban Memorial in the mainstream media? Well, it
honors the tens of thousands of Fidel Castro's and Che Guevara's victims
(many of them U.S citizens, by the way). Need I say more about the media
blackout? ... I didn't think so.
Some of these Cuban Memorial visitors will be kneeling, others walking
slowly, looking for a name. You remember a similar scene from the
opening frames of "Saving Private Ryan." Many clutch rosaries. Many of
the ladies will be pressing their faces into the breast of a relative
who drove them there, a relative who wraps his arms around her
spastically heaving shoulders.
Try as he might not to cry himself, he usually finds that the sobs
wracking his mother, grandmother or aunt are contagious. Yet he's often
too young to remember the face of his martyred uncle, father or cousin –
the name they just recognized on the white cross.
"Fusilado" – firing squad execution – it says below it.
These total 14,000, all at the orders of the man being swamped and feted
by U.S. trade delegations from Louisiana to Nebraska to Maine. Even many
of the older men walking among these crosses will be red-eyed, choked
up. No denying it, we're an emotional people. And not ashamed to show
it, at the proper time.
The elderly lady still holds a tissue to her eyes and nose as they wait
to cross the street after leaving the memorial. Her red-eyed grandson
still has his arm around her. She told him about how his freedom-fighter
grandfather yelled "Viva Cuba Libre!" and "Viva Cristo Rey!" the instant
before the volley shattered his body.
They cross the street slowly, silently, and run into a dreadlocked youth
coming out of a music store. His T-shirt sports the face of her
husband's cowardly executioner, Che Guevara. They turn their heads in
rage toward the store window. Well, there's the murderer's face again,
on a huge poster, $19.95 it says at the bottom, right next to the
inscription "Fight Oppression!"
You, friends, tell me how she might feel.
Another woman will go home after placing flowers under her father's
cross – a father she never knew. "Killed in action, Bay of Pigs, April
18th, 1961" reads the inscription on his cross. She was 2 at the time.
"We will not be evacuated!" yelled her father's commander into his radio
that day, as 41,000 Red Troops and swarms of Stalin tanks closed the
ring on her father and his 1,400 utterly abandoned Band of Brothers.
"The Best and Brightest" all had important social engagements that day.
"We came here to Fight!" her father's commander kept yelling at the
enraged and heartsick CIA man offering to evacuate them from the doomed
beachhead. "Let it end here!" was his last yell, barely audible over the
deafening blasts from the storm of Soviet artillery.
Her 23-year-old father – an accountant in Cuba a year before, a dish
washer in a Miami Hotel only two months before, and now grim-faced,
thirst-crazed and delirious after three days of continuous ground combat
– heard the order from his commander: "No Retreat! We Stand and Fight!"
and rammed in his last clip. By then he'd long realized he'd never see
his daughter's graduation.
His ammo expended, and no more coming on the specific orders of "The
Best and Brightest," he fell among the bodies of 100 of his Band of
Brothers, after mauling his communist enemies to the score of 20 to one.
"Wimps! Yes, Wimps!" the woman hears Michael Moore label her father and
his Band of Brothers in one of America's best-selling books. "Crybabies
too!"
Again, friends, you tell me how she might feel.
Castro murdered her relatives, shattered her family and plunged a nation
– which had double Japan's per capita income in 1958, plus net
immigration from Europe – into a pesthole that repels even half-starved
Haitians. He jailed, tortured and murdered more political prisoners than
pre-war Hitler, and about 20 times as many as Mussolini.
He asked, pleaded and finally tried to cajole the Butcher of Budapest
into an obliterating nuclear strike against America. Failing there, he
tried to blow up Macy's, Gimbel's, Bloomingdales and Grand Central
Station with more TNT than used by Madrid subway terrorists.
Yet he's hailed as "One Helluva Guy" by Ted Turner; as "Very likable, a
man I regard as a friend!" by George McGovern; and "Way Too Cool!" by
Bonnie Raitt, among dozens upon dozens of other accolades by dozens of
other liberal scoundrels and imbeciles. Today the U.S. is his biggest
food supplier.
Tens of thousands of Cubans (and dozens of Americans) fought him. "We
were fighting for Cuba's freedom as well as America's defense. To call
us mercenaries is a grave insult," says Alabama Air Guard officer Albert
Persons about his and his Alabama comrades' heroism during the battle of
The Bay of Pigs. The Ivy League's Best and Brightest might sell our
comrades out, they snorted. We sure as hell won't.
It was more than bluster, too. Four U.S. volunteers – Pete Ray, Riley
Shamburger, Leo Barker and Wade Grey – suited up, gunned the engines and
joined the fight. These were Southern boys, not pampered Ivy Leaguers,
so there was no navel-gazing. They had archaic notions of right and
wrong, of honor and loyalty, of who America's enemies really are. Their
Cuban comrades – men they'd trained and befriended – were being
slaughtered on that heroic beachhead. Knowing their lumbering B-26s were
sitting ducks for Castro's unmolested jets and Sea Furies, all four
Alabama air guard volunteers flew over the doomed beachhead to lend
support to their betrayed brothers in arms.
All four were shot down. All four have their names in a place of honor
next to their Cuban comrades on The Bay of Pigs Memorial, plus streets
named after them in Little Havana, plus their crosses at the Cuban Memorial.
When Douglas MacArthur waded ashore on Leyte, he grabbed a radio:
"People of the Philippines: I have returned. By the grace of Almighty
God our forces stand again on Philippine soil – soil consecrated in the
blood of our two peoples."
Cuban soil was similarly consecrated.
"My hatred of Bolshevism and Bolsheviks is not founded on their silly
system of economics or their absurd doctrine of an impossible equality,"
wrote Winston Churchill. "It arises from the bloody and devastating
terrorism which they practice in every land into which they have broken,
and by which alone their criminal regime can be maintained."
Sir Winston Churchill did not lose a single family member or close
friend to that "bloody and devastating terrorism." Yet to this day his
every utterance and note is revered as an exemplar of judiciousness and
heroism. But let a Cuban-American who lost half his family to Communist
firing squads and prisons express the identical sentiment and he's
promptly denounced by liberals as a "screaming, irrational hothead!"
"Disgusting!" spat Bryant Gumbel while watching Cuban-American
demonstrators in front of Elian Gonzalez's uncle's house six years ago.
Some very dedicated and selfless folks are holding a memorial service
including a Mass and vigil at the Cuban Memorial in Miami's Tamiami Park
this week-end (Feb. 6,7, 8) The service is open to the public. Attend
and you'll be surrounded by a sea of crosses, many heroes and heroines,
along with their surviving friends and kin.
If ever a group merited a memorial service, it's the heroes and heroines
here honored. Even if you're not related to any of these folks, even if
their story is new to you, attend and you'll honor heroes who fought
America's most rabid enemy – and you'll poke a sharp finger into the eye
of the liberal media.
Humberto Fontova is the author of four books including Exposing the Real
Che Guevara. Visit hfontova.com.
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