I thank God and my parents several times each and every day for my escape from Castrogonia.
And I thank the generous country that took me in.
With nearly 20% of Cubans living in exile, it’s highly likely that many of them feel the same way.
Today — a feast my mom used to call San Gibin — is a very special day indeed for all of us who imitated the Pilgrims and started a new life in a place where we could live freely.
Whether we left by boat or airplane or raft, alone or with family, in childhood or adulthood, chances are we all remember that day very clearly.
And chances are we are thankful for our escape.
As the Castronoid poster below reminds us: most of us were not welcome in our own native land. And it wasn’t just the government that made life intolerable for us. Our own hate-filled neighbors and fellow Cubans gladly and eagerly chased us out.
For those who are unfamiliar with the Castellano dialect: the poster says that dissenters are worms (“gusanos”) who need to be boiled to death in order to purify Cuba. The last sentence says: “The [Cuban] people wholeheartedly agree with this prophylactic measure.” (Go HERE for a larger image)
Fleeing was the wisest thing to do. Fleeing remains the only hope any Cuban who is not an oligarch can have for a decent life.