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Reports from Cuba: Prison Diary XIII. They have dubbed me “Mandela” – I have started to be their hope

By Angel Santiesteban-Prats, written from a Cuban prison cell:

Prison Diary XIII. They have dubbed me “Mandela.” I have started to be their hope.

The 5 spies, who committed bloody acts and spied for a foreign country, have not been punished like they do with any prisoner in Cuba. Here they humiliate and constantly harass them.

They, the Castros, say that at the Guantanamo Naval Base they commit horrors, but they don’t say what they know because they commit the same abuses they “denounce” daily.

Here the prisoners swallow nails, springs or pieces of spoons to demand their rights, or at least have the opportunity to explain to someone.

Amused, I always have to laugh and respond to my new name, no matter how many times I tell them to call me Ángel or Political — like they used to — but they have baptized me Mandela. I have begun to be their hope despite finding me isolated, although without them letting the two prisoners who helped me get even to the door of my cell; I’m totally isolated.

I asked for my glasses and they also refused me. The only thing I can do is write on the walls, except that there is less space left, and I’ll have to figure out how to reach the ceiling; I’ll have to do something about it. Writing is a mania, a necessity and a duty. When they searched me on my arrival, twelve guards commanded by Major Erasmus did it.  And I told them that my weapons were in my mind and they couldn’t get them out of there.

I thank God for giving me the protection and constant companion in my lonely hours, but I’m also grateful to be here, they provide me Literature and complaints against the regime.

God, forgive the dictators and their henchmen.

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Ángel Santiesteban-Prats
1580 Prison. April 2013.

Editor’s Note: Ángel Santiesteban-Prats finishes on his ninth day of a hunger strike today.

1 comment to Reports from Cuba: Prison Diary XIII. They have dubbed me “Mandela” – I have started to be their hope

  • asombra

    Mandela? Fidel's BFF? That's hardly an apt choice. I don't care how much of a sacred cow Mandela is; anybody who not only condones but praises a totalitarian dictatorship is SERIOUSLY dubious, not to say full of it. OK, I'll say it: Mandela's full of it (not to mention dim: to Fidel, he was never more than a useful Negro).