Posted on 10/10/2005 1:34:29 PM PDT by Tailgunner Joe
Yessssssssssssss.
As much as I like the "Commies Aren't Cool" shirt from "Those Shirts" I think a shirt with that photo and your comment would be even better.
I thought about making one, but the daughter of che has hired lawyers to go up against people using her father's likeness without her permission.
That's not very communistic of her!
Most honest accounts of che put him as a drug addicted bungler who was sent by the Castro brothers overseas to "foment revolution", because he was too much a liability in Cuba..
During my years in graduate school at U.C. Berkeley, a group calling itself (as I recall) the "Soviet-American Friendship Committee" would show up on campus periodically. They were all white-haired men and women, relics from the 1930s, who remained true believers in Communism. They would pass out a selection of books and pamphlets by the likes of Marx, Lenin, and Stalin. They had learned nothing from the bloody record of Communism. As mother says, there is no fool like an old fool.
No offense, but the time to tell him who Che was, in detail, was right then. It was a teaching moment. If it happens again, don't let it pass you by.
Here's another story about a Che shirt. A kid in one of my economics classes at college kept showing up with one. One day while I was in the computer lab I noticed he was working at a computer a couple of rows over. I went to Yahoo News, found a shot of the boat that some Cuban refugees had made out of an old truck, printed it out, and handed it too him. Then i sttofd there witing for the inevitable question.
"What's this?"
"That's a photo of a boat made out of a 1950's vintage truck. It was made by Cuban refugees so they could leave the island and reach America. That's how desperate people are to escape the paradise built Che built."
I could see the wheels turning. Unfortunately, I didn't know at the time that Che was the chief executioner and enforcer in the Castro revolution, or otherwise I would have hit him again while he was staggered. Since he had nothing to say to me, I turned and walked to my next class.
I don't know how much impact I had in the end, but I never had him give me crap in economics class agian. And he was hostile. God only knows what you could have done with your Che fan.
My Sociology textbook, printed last year, refers to Marx and Engels in every chapter..
Hey, over here! A thread about Cuba's favorite son...NOT!
My grandfather always told me "You will always be recognized for the company you keep".
Fortunately I took his words to heart because the losers I dumped are now dead or even worse losers........
Let me guess: the references to Marx and Lenin are not critical.
Which textbook are you using (author, title, and publisher)? I would like to check it out.
I'm working in Argentina and live in Chile and it constantly amazes me at the amount of Che crap that is everywhere. I can understand the attraction in Argentina...this country is a political basket case and the fantasy of Che would easily take with these nuts. Mostly it is just kids who haven't a clue.
"Ooh, Rock me Doctor Zaius!"
Keep up the good work. You never know where your words will hit home.
I just had a letter from a woman who heard me speak about six years ago, and my talk was hurried, disorganized, and I didn't think I made sense, (I was rushing in late from a plane). She said what I said had inspired her to continue with a job of work that became a success.
You never know.
Che-ers for that picture!
"Society: The Basics" Eighth Edition. 2004 Written by fellow traveler, John J. Macionis. The class is required to graduate, so I will do what Im told. It just amazes me that they can stretch blame assessment out over a whole semester..
So give 'em a clue. It might change their lives.
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