In 1965 my family and I fled Castro's communism. I was 3-years-old. Two of my uncles were serving time in Morro Castle for anti-revolutionary activities and my dad figured he was next. When we left Cuba we weren't allowed to take anything of value. My mother sewed silver dimes into the cuffs of my dad's suit. He figured if things got bad he could sell them for the silver and we'd eat that day.
We landed at LaGuardia in February. My mother remembers she was terrified when she saw the trees — having never seen trees without leaves she thought they were dead. We had a sponsor so we arrived legally with green cards and a place to stay; but no car, no phone, no TV, no washer/dryer, not for a long time.
I grew up on stories of the horrors of communism. My family suffered them first hand. In December, 1961, after the Bay Pigs, over 1,000 prisoners from Brigade 2506 (the brigade was named after the serial number of the first Cuban killed in training) were ransomed for $53 million in food and medicine. The money was raised from private donors. Much of the food was baby food, Gerber's. My mom remembers standing in line at the port for it. I was literally raised on baby food traded for prisoners of communism.
Today's so-called patriots, raised on anti-communist pablum by far right media and hate radio, call me a communist. Often. Almost everyday on this site because I'm a liberal. I've had enough.
I know some of you don't know any better. You've never read Das Kapital (Marx), or even the small pamphlet, The Communist Manifesto (Marx and Engels). Your heads are filled with nonsense from Tucker Carlson & Company at Fox and whatever hate radio DJs you addle your brains on. I get that and I try to let it go. But enough is enough.
I won't be called a communist by people who've never suffered under communism. People who don't understand communism, or socialism, or Marxist-Leninism. Or, and this is common as dirt, the difference between communism and fascism. You have no idea what you're talking about. None. So I'm going to speak my mind when called a commie. This will most likely get me booted from this site but this okay. I've had about all I can take here anyway.
We landed at LaGuardia in February. My mother remembers she was terrified when she saw the trees — having never seen trees without leaves she thought they were dead. We had a sponsor so we arrived legally with green cards and a place to stay; but no car, no phone, no TV, no washer/dryer, not for a long time.
I grew up on stories of the horrors of communism. My family suffered them first hand. In December, 1961, after the Bay Pigs, over 1,000 prisoners from Brigade 2506 (the brigade was named after the serial number of the first Cuban killed in training) were ransomed for $53 million in food and medicine. The money was raised from private donors. Much of the food was baby food, Gerber's. My mom remembers standing in line at the port for it. I was literally raised on baby food traded for prisoners of communism.
Today's so-called patriots, raised on anti-communist pablum by far right media and hate radio, call me a communist. Often. Almost everyday on this site because I'm a liberal. I've had enough.
I know some of you don't know any better. You've never read Das Kapital (Marx), or even the small pamphlet, The Communist Manifesto (Marx and Engels). Your heads are filled with nonsense from Tucker Carlson & Company at Fox and whatever hate radio DJs you addle your brains on. I get that and I try to let it go. But enough is enough.
I won't be called a communist by people who've never suffered under communism. People who don't understand communism, or socialism, or Marxist-Leninism. Or, and this is common as dirt, the difference between communism and fascism. You have no idea what you're talking about. None. So I'm going to speak my mind when called a commie. This will most likely get me booted from this site but this okay. I've had about all I can take here anyway.
