Ever since the Miami Herald reported proposed plans for a possible celebration at the Orange Bowl upon the imminent death of the tyrant fidel castro the story has been predictably re-printed and distributed throughout the world. The backlash has also been predictable. Miami Mayor Manny Diaz has tried to distance himself from the proposed celebration claiming he’s “‘not into parties.”
Well now the editorial board at some paper called the Midland Reporter-Telegram is getting in on the act and looking down its nose at the potential celebrants.
We in no way endorse Castro’s repressive rule in Cuba, nor do we agree with his fundamental politics. But staging a “death party” somehow shows even less class than that of a misguided dictator.
As Steve Martin might have said in his heyday, WELL EXCUUUUUUSSSSSSSE MEEEEE!
I have a question for the editors of that paper in that po-dunk town: who died and made you the arbiters of what’s classy? Better yet, since when does class factor into a discussion about a dictatorship? Are firing squads classy? If so then castro is the king of class.
The brilliant minds at
the daily bugle the Reporter-Telegram add this doozy:
From our view, Miami should be much more concerned how a party to celebrate a man’s death would be perceived by people outside the Cuban exile community.
So let me ask another question: who are we supposed to be trying to impress?
Should we trying to impress the mainstream media like you who have, for the most part, turned a blind eye to the plight of Cuba?
Or perhaps it’s other countries that continue to enable the dictatorship by lending moral and economic support to the regime that we should be impressing. Or maybe it’s the American businesses that continue to salivate and lobby for the prospect of doing the same. Or the American legislators like Charlie Rangel and Jeff Flake that are all too willing to accommodate them.
In this fight that Cubans have been fighting for half a century, we have had precious few allies. I am inclined to believe that when castro dies, our friends like the Czechs will understand the cause for our celebration. Nobody else’s opinion matters in my book.
My 93 year old grandmother, who is more and more forgetful every day, lives for only one thing: to see the day fidel castro dies. My grandmother, who is the epitome of style, grace and yes… class, will be celebrating. I think that entitles me to do the same.