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In Cuba, fresh proof of Castro's
betrayals
Thursday, June 12th, 2003
HAVANA
- Fidel Castro is my obsession. The thought
of him leaps into my mind wherever I am and
whenever I think of the world's slew of
dictators. The thought of him makes me
queasy, not simply because of the number of
Cubans he has killed, tortured or imprisoned
for the more than four decades he has been
in power, but for what he has not done. He
had the chance to replace the tyranny of
Gen. Fulgencio Batista with the new, free
government he promised the Cuban people.
Instead, he gave them daily terror.
He promised a better life to the people of
Cuba - now 10 million - who put their hope
in him. He never gave them anything more
than betrayal.
To this day, he continues to betray them
with a brutal, slovenly Communist state
controlled by him as president, chief of
state and commander-in-chief of the armed
forces. In fact, he is commander of every
Cuban. He is chief of the national network
of Communist organizations that decides
what work Cubans get, how much they earn
and what they get to eat - including a
daily loaf of bread and two eggs a month.
The Communist apparatus and its police, seen
everywhere, know the meager rations are not
enough to keep the people alive. Cubans have
a saying: El Jefe gives us schooling,
medicine and shelter but has forgotten to
supply breakfast, lunch or dinner.
"Everybody's poor in
Cuba"
- I must have heard that 20 times a day
during my time in Havana. Example: Maria
earns $7 a month selling baby clothes in a
store. She has to pay $1 a week to her
little girl's baby-sitter, so she has an
arrangement: A manager at the clothing
factory steals some of the products, and
they split the skimpy proceeds from her
sales on the side.
The Castro regime expects people to steal
from the three government employers open to
them - the Communist Party bureaucracy,
military and police. But often, the regime
declares pious, hypocritical crackdowns on
theft to show Cubans how lucky they are when
Castro does allow them to snatch food or
bargain for it with the government-employed
salespeople.
If theft is how many Cubans survive, barely
hidden dissent is how they keep their hopes
and pride alive.
Castro allows one newspaper to be published
each day, in Spanish and English. It is
plain propaganda, sold in Havana's squares
for a few cents and overpriced at that. My
thesis is that mostly foreigners buy it as
a comical souvenir.
But from time to time, the paper and TV spew
out propaganda that is not at all amusing -
Castro's list of current dissenters. So many
people make their opposition to the
government as obvious as a billboard that I
realized Castro and the police are not so
much hunting dissenters down as encouraging
them to speak up so they can be easily
arrested.
Some of my foreign friends who visit Cuba
rarely think of Castro when they go home,
since he has no power beyond his boundaries.
They seem to think he is good enough for
Cuba
as long as the people get their daily
rations, including that one loaf of bread.
My friends might consider the fact that
Castro's cops rounded up about 100
dissidents late last month. Within a day or
two, most had been sentenced to five or 10
years in Castro's dungeons. Support of the
U.S. was the stated or implied crime.
The nights of the roundup, foreign visitors
were invited to diplomatic parties, myself
included. I was edgy. My years as a
correspondent in Communist countries taught
me to be careful of what I said or to whom
I spoke, and I always considered my job to
include keeping dissidents from police eyes
and ears.
At the Havana receptions, at least 30 Cubans
I had never met knew my name, what I did
for a living and precisely where I came
from. Some gave me calling cards containing
the usual information - names, addresses,
phone numbers. Others also had the names and
addresses of dissenters' organizations.
Were they really dissenters? Or informers?
Since I wasn't sure about every card
holder, I tore the cards up when I left.
The true dissenters of
Cuba
will live with their dignity, always.
Castro will carry the shame of cowardice,
always.
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