Today’s Lunch Special at Cafe Babalú
The lunch special today at Cafe Babalú is a hearty and tasty potaje of Hard-liner Intransigence.
Pull up a chair and grab a bowl.
I WANT VENGEANCE AND JUSTICE©
by Esteban Fernández
Within the Cuban exile community lately the voices of “Avoid bloodshed after the fall of the tyranny” have been abuzz. I detest all of those who spend their lives wanting to protect, starting now and here, those SOBs if one day the big bosses are toppled.
I myself live more hurt by the river of blood provoked (since July 26, 1953, and in the next few days it will mark 57 years since the beginning of the bloodshed in Cuba) by a group of Fidelistas than by what can happen to them. To those Fidelistas my greatest desire is to see them dragged through the streets of Cuba.
They vehemently maintain that the important thing is that Fidel and Raul leave – quietly to live in Switzerland – and also a small group of 10 or 15 leaders of the Cuban revolution. That is all, that is sufficient. That is not sufficient for me. I want to see them hanging from every Ceiba tree that you can find in Cuba.
It is a hypocritical theory that not even they believe since it is obvious that no one will have control over the Cuban people when the time comes to impose street justice. The say that Castroism assassinated many people, and if those assassins are killed it will turn into a never ending chain of death and there will be no end to the violence in Cuba. I don’t give a damn; cut all their throats.
I believe the opposite. It seems to me that the problem will never end in our country if the assassins are allowed to remain loose, living amongst us, working with us, and sowing conflict between us.
Take for instance the example of the Jews. They did not forgive the Nazis. To this day they do not accept them, and every Nazi that raises his head is a Nazi that gets it torn off. And what problem do they have now with the Nazis? None. Where are the children and grandchildren of Nazis eliminated by the Jews who are now looking for revenge or creating serious problems for the State of Israel? So why is it that we must cut short our hope for revenge?
The absurd thesis of protecting (starting from now) so many mini-monsters created by the main monster makes those of us that maintain intact our bitter hatred for the oppressors of our country look bad. And I have had it up to here having to listen to Maria Elvira Salazar flirting with whichever thug that happens to arrive in Miami.
Let every person think however they like, but I will never share the premise of a “clean slate,” or “nothing has happened here,” or “let Fidel and Raul leave and it’s all over.”
In the end the final decision will not be made by me, or by those that promulgate the forgiveness of sins without the slightest possibility of being judges. And if God does not allow me the opportunity to arrive in time to participate in a firing squad against the thugs of Castro’s tyranny, I will conform myself with the dignified position that those savages (if they save themselves on that day or exile themselves here before) will never be my friends.
Their fate, their future, will not be in my hands, but neither will it be with those that from here have devoted themselves to throwing them a lifeline. What hurts me, what bothers me, is that MY FATE AND MY FUTURE will be in the hands of those thugs (if they save themselves as many have proposed) when the time comes for me to return to Cuba.
For a person that thinks like myself, what possibilities can a country have where the armies of the State Security, the torturers of Combinado del Este, the Committees for the Defense of the Revolution, the military, the border battalions, the snitches, are all allowed to remain intact? I defecate on all that say to me that I have to be part of the same country as Ramiro Valdés and Casas Regueiro.
You will have to forgive me, but I believe that our country requires a serious cleansing. Unfortunately, there are some here that are more interested in saving the life of a miliciano than the life of a rabid anti-Castro Cuban like myself.
Translated and published with the author's permission.
H/T Zoé Valdés