I grew up in central Florida in the 60s and 70s. Virtually all of my Hispanic friends were Cubans whose families had escaped. The most difficult story to listen to was from one of my father’s good friends. He, his sister, and his uncle were the only three of his family who escaped alive. His parents, grandparents, and brothers were all executed in cold blood. One was killed by a car bomb, and the others were shot. He wept awfully as he recounted his family’s tragedy. It’s a horrific story.
I’m waiting for Raul to go next. Nothing will change until he is dead too.
Hell can’t be too hot for them ....