The Fate of the Cuban Taliban / Angel Santiesteban
The Fate of the Cuban Taliban / Angel Santiesteban
Angel Santiesteban, Translator: Unstated
Reading Carlos Alberto Montaner's book, Conversation at the funeral of
the Comandante. What will happen after the death of Fidel Castro?, from
the first pages I could recognize a reality that was predicted by the
author several years before it happened.
Who could have predicted that Carlos Lage — the "majordomo" of the
Palace who, from his youth, devoted his best efforts to comply meekly
with every injustice and Machiavellian policy that occurred to Fidel
Castro — would be ousted in such a humiliating and burlesque way? Only
an expert on the psychology and ideology of a dictator, like Montaner,
could almost prophesy so great a madness without having to wait for the
burial of "leader."
Just months after Raul Castro came to power, the prophecy of the author
was fulfilled, and Lage was unceremoniously dismissed from the
government elite. And weeks later, in the heat of the day, over 90
degrees, I saw this character — someone might say "thrown to the lions"
— walking, almost choking, through Red Square in Vibora (notice the
irony of the name of the place). He was just one of the crowd. His
elegant and expensive brand-name shirt completely sweaty… I still can't
decide whether it was pity or satisfaction I felt at that evaporated
"grain of salt."
I've always wondered how Fidel Castro forgot some of the young people he
himself conceived, and whom later he couldn't stand. Some were children
when they came into to his hands and, like a potter, he shaped them in
his image and likeness. They turned out hideous, lacking decorum,
lacking humanity, and, right before his eyes, they looked so much like
him that they became dangerous to him. The twin brothers Tony and
Patricio La Guardia, in 1959 they were young boys not even twenty. He
made them what they were, efficient Generals of his elite corps. And
then he shot one of them and sent the other to prison for years. What
could the biological parents of Tony and Patricio think of Fidel Castro,
in whom they confided their sons, healthy in mind and heart? How much
pain have these parents survived to see the death of one and to face the
humiliating imprisonment of the other?
That reminds me of the anecdote told by Comandante Benigno, of the young
boy of 14 that a peasant couple entrusted to Fidel on a night when he
visited their hut, there in the deepest forest of the Sierra Maestra.
"We give him to you," said this elderly couple, "because he is our only
treasure, we conceived him in our old age and do not want Batista's army
to force him into service, it would kill us." But perhaps better the
devil you know than the devil you don't.
Fidel entrusted the young man to Camilo Cienfuegos who had been with him
that night with the elderly couple, and of course with the young man.
Shortly afterward, the teenager stole a can of condensed milk one
morning ]. When he discovered it, Camilo sent a message to Fidel asking
advice on what punishment to impose. And Fidel replied emphatically:
"Shoot him." Camilo, surprised, sent another message back saying that it
was the youngster offered up by the elderly couple who stole a can of
condensed milk. And Fidel, with the icy impulse that characterizes him,
again answered, "I already told you to shoot him."
The questions are my great torture because I always want to understand
others, though I do not share their feelings or their actions. But was
it not an act of cowardice for Camilo Cienfuegos to execute the order
when he did not share the view, especially since we're talking about the
life of a teenager? And in contrast, Benigno says, Comandante Camilo hid
in the toilet so as to not witness the shooting. Perhaps the place he
found at that time was the most suitable to his feelings.
But back to the book of prophecies of Carlos Alberto Montaner. To be
cautious, he predicted that once Fidel Castro was gone, the "Group
Supporting the Comandante," would have to make an alliance to survive,
as their political weight would vanish because they were barely anchored
in the institutions.
And what happened with the young "Taliban"?
Raul Castro, without delay in his brother's absence, took steps against
this political "alliance," caught them one by one and unceremoniously
deposed and expelled them like stones in his shoe: Felipe Pérez Roque,
Otto Rivera, Hassan Pérez, Juan Contino Aslan and Carlos Manuel
Valenciaga. And as he couldn't ignore Abel Prieto, the Minister of
Culture, he suppressed his political power but kept him on as a "lion
tamer" to face up to the conflict-ridden and volatile intellectual
sector, perhaps until he finds the right person to replace him. And if
we look back, we understand that it has been a process of continual
political defecation: José Luis Rodriguez, sentenced to several years in
prison, Roberto Robaina, who came from the Federation of University
Students (FEU) from before the Revolution and the Young Communist Union
(UJC) after, and who was the former Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Humberto Rodriguez, President of the Cuban Institute of Sports, Physical
Education and Recreation (INDER). General Abrantes, whose death in
prison remains a mystery to be elucidated. And we mustn't forget General
Ochoa, "Hero of Cuba," whom he also made bite the bullet in front of the
firing squad in 1989.
In the end, their entourages have been no more than puppets who expose
the image and sacrifice their bodies, their hands implementing the
designs of the brain that drives them, the hand that really frames the
policy and reaps the benefits.
It is so true that those names, for years, occupied the spaces of the
official media, and now no one remembers them. This is the payment for
being part of the Government, without making their opinions known, much
less managing to prevail against any mistaken speculation of the
Comandante, or other member of the sacred sphere of the Government, and
whom the people would identify as defenders of their way of life. Just
following orders, never achieving their political dreams, save to suck
from the teat of power and accept one hundred percent the Maximum
Leader's every suggestion. History will gather up, at some point, this
pack of Taliban as part of the diabolical mechanism of the prevailing
system on the Island.
What is left of those old Comandantes?
As my neighbor would say, "Just their helmets and their bad ideas." Or,
as Carlos Alberto Montaner writes in his book, "Elderly and inform, tied
to the ancient legend of the Sierra Maestra." Some of them, those who
are still breathing in this accepted death, resigned to consume the
benefits of the Revolution, attend the official events to present a
false image of unity. Instead, they continue to live like millionaires
in a country plunged into the greatest poverty of its history. Before
the eyes of the people they live in their sumptuous homes which, by the
way, they didn't even have the decency to build themselves, they sail on
their recreational yachts, buy in the international market with the
people's money, or with money confiscated from the drug traffickers who
entered Cuban waters. Many of these characters squander the resources of
the nation to please ex-wives or former intimate partners.
The hands of Fidel Castro, of the potter he claimed to be, contaminated
the clay with blood, and those young people he imagined shaping, in some
way he deformed. Under his distorted and putrid aegis he never managed
to become a teacher and role model for anyone. All he can expect in
future years is to be used as a symbol of death and misery.
His egotism and his caudillo's cunning made him forget the true history,
not that which he has tried to distort and manipulate at will, but the
voice of the people by whom he will ultimately be judged and who will
write the pages of the books of the future, though, for now, the fear
before the terror he imposes prevents these people from screaming TYRANT.
November 3 2011