Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers
I stepped up to the podium and looked down at the list of names written on the piece of paper before me. While I adjusted the microphone with one hand, I brought the lit candle I held in the other closer to the page so I can read the names in the dim light.
Along with three other individuals, I had been asked to read aloud some of the more than 300 names of men, women, and children that are being held as prisoners of conscience in Cuba’s jails. We are all standing together in front of Versailles Restaurant on the famous Calle Ocho in Miami and all around us are over one hundred people, candles in hand, assembled for a candlelight vigil in recognition and support of these innocent victims of a despotic regime.
Clearing my throat, I read out loud the first name: Heriberto Castillo Sánchez
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I’m very proud to be associated with Alberto de la Cruz.
Wow.
I second that. Alberto has a knack for being able to put his most personal thoughts onto paper- another moving, well written essay.