By Humberto Fontova Sunday, June 21, 2009
Che Guevara's 24 year old granddaughter, Lydia Guevara, Join the
Vegetarian Revolution!
"Human beings often don't think before they act," laments PETA while
explaining their reaction to President Obama's unthinking fly
"execution." "We believe that people, where they can be compassionate,
should be, for all animals."
Close on the heels of their consciousness-raising campaign for fly
compassion, PETA has launched a vegetarian campaign using Che Guevara's
24 year old granddaughter, Lydia, dolled up in commie beret and topless,
though strategically covered by twin bandoliers of carrots. "Join the
Vegetarian Revolution!" reads the campaign's slogan which will debut in
Argentina (no less!, where lamb is considered a vegetable) this fall,
then goes international.
"Revolution runs in my blood," chirped Lydia in a recent interview with
Spain's El Mundo. "I will never soil the great things achieved by my
grandfather."
"It's a homage of sorts to her grandfather," explains PETA publicity
chief, Michael Mc Graw about their ad.
Swatting a fly involves "a lack of thinking," according to PETA. But
paying homage to a Stalinist mass-murderer who craved "millions of
atomic victims for the victory of socialism!" and reveled in shattering
the skulls of teen-aged boys convulsed in death throes, apparently
involves ratiocination of the highest order. Lydia Guevara's attire and
raised fist, a tribute to the totalitarian movement that killed more
people in the 20th century than the Black Death killed in the 14th ,
apparently also shows topnotch cerebral acuity by PETA .
Former Cuban political prisoner Pierre San Martin recalled some of
Lydia's granddads "achievements": "Thirty of us were crammed into a
cell. Half of us would stand while the other half tried to sleep on the
cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Dozens were led from the
cells to the firing squad daily, and others brought in. The volleys kept
us awake. We felt that any one of those minutes would be our last.
"One morning the horrible sound of that rusty steel door swinging open
startled us awake and Che's guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell.
He was a boy, maybe 14 years old. His face was bruised and smeared with
blood. "What did you do?" We asked horrified. "I tried to defend my
papa," gasped the bloodied boy. "But they sent him to the firing squad."
Soon Che's guards returned. The rusty steel door opened and they yanked
the boy out of the cell. "We all rushed to the cell's window that faced
the execution pit," recalls Mr. San Martin. "We simply couldn't believe
they'd murder him.
"Then we spotted him, strutting around the blood-drenched execution yard
with his hands on his waist and barking orders--Che Guevara himself.
'Kneel down!' Che barked at the boy.
"Assassins!" we screamed from our window.
"I said: KNEEL DOWN!" Che barked again.
The boy stared Che resolutely in the face. "If you're going to kill me,"
he yelled, "you'll have to do it while I'm standing! Men die standing!
"Murderers!" the men yelled desperately from their cells. "Then we saw
Che reach for his pistol. He put the barrel to the back of the boys neck
and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy.
"We erupted…'Murderers!--Assassins!'" His murder finished, Che finally
looked up at us, pointed his pistol, and emptied his clip in our
direction. Several of us were wounded by his shots."
"The blond boy could not have been much over 15," recalls NBC
correspondent Edward Scott about the Che-ordered murder he witnessed in
Havana's La Cabana prison in Feb. 1959. "As they wrestled him to the
stake the boy spoke eloquently to the firing squad, telling them
repeatedly that he was innocent." This seemed to rattle the firing squad
members and at Herman Marks' (Che's trusty assistant) order of "FUEGO!"
only one bullet struck the bound boy. A furious Marks walked up and
demolished the boys skull with two blasts from his .45. Then he summoned
his bodyguards and ordered the entire firing squad arrested." Marks' dog
was soon bounding happily behind his master.
PETA should know that a dog within Che's circle of cohorts was pampered
shamelessly. The above -mentioned Herman Marks was one of Che Guevara's
very, very few trusted friends in Cuba. Marks was a U.S. ex-convict,
Marine-deserter, rapist and mental-case, who at age 30 was convicted of
raping a teenage girl and sent to the state prison in Waupun, Wisconsin
for 3 1/2 years. Then he slipped into Cuba and joined Che's band of
rebels, whereupon his zeal as executioner saw him catapulted to captain
in short order.
Upon arriving in Havana Jan. of 1959, the gallant Che Guevara
immediately recognized the moat around Havana's La Cabana fortress as a
handy-dandy execution pit. At Babi-Yar Hitler's SS had to dig one. Here
Che Guevara had one ready made. So he put his firing squads to work in
triple shifts, with the trustworthy Herman Marks as master of ceremonies.
"In La Cabana, Marks would bring his pet dog to work with him," recalls
former political prisoner, Robert Martin Perez, who suffered 28 years in
Castro's Gulag (over three times as long as Alexander Solzhenitsyn and
Natan Scharansky spent in the Soviet Gulag) "a huge dog that looked like
a German shepherd/ hound cross of some kind. He followed Marks everywhere."
"Whatever his pedigree, the dog's specialty was happily bounding up
after the firing squad volley and lapping up the blood that oozed from
the shattered heads and bodies of the firing squad victims."
We can assume that Che was watching and gloating from his window. Upon
entering La Cabana, Che had ordered a section of wall torn out from his
2nd story office so he could watch his beloved firing squads at work.
PETA and Lydia might get a tingle up their leg to learn how Cuban
blackbirds also benefited from Lydia's granddad's policies."Those firing
squads had been going off daily since January 7, 1959, the day Che
Guevara entered Havana." recalls former political prisoner Hiram
Gonzalez. " It didn't take long for the birds to catch on.
Flocks of them had learned to perch atop the wall that surrounded La
Cabana Fortress and in the nearby trees. The firing squad volleys became
their dinner bell. After each volley they swooped down to peck at the
bits of bone, blood and flesh that littered the ground. Those birds sure
grew fat."
Murder Cubans—Not Flies! says PETA (21 June 2009)
http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/12159
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