When I was a Senior in high school, a Cuban woman who had been forced to flee Cuba recounted her last memories of her country in an assembly. She was allowed to leave, and as she passed in front of the soldiers, they grabbed her hand and ripped the wedding ring off her finger. She spoke of the killings, the rapes, the fear and horror that she witnessed. They murdered her husband in front of her and stripped her of her wedding band as they forced her out of her home. Her siblings, mother, father, cousins, aunts and uncles were not as lucky.
She felt it was her duty to tell us what it is like to be “freed” by Castro and Che. To this day, when I see someone kiss Castro on the cheek or warmly praise him for his humanitarian government, I want to heave.
Anyone who wears a Che T-shirt should have to wear it while facing those he persecuted and harmed. They should have to look them in the eyes and see who they are “reverencing”. They should be forced to hear it over and over and we’ll see how “hip” it is to have his image plastered over your chest or hanging in your campaign office.
I always try to make a point to shake a soldier’s hand when I see him. Well, one day as I waited to pick my son up from school (we have to wait outside the doors, in the front of the building) and a a father was dressed in his fatigues waiting for his child. I shook his hand and thanked him for everything he does for us. The next week I saw him in civilian clothes and he was wearing a Che shirt. :( I was disheartened.
I told her that when a CIC send men into war, there are fatalities. Guevera murdered people who didn't help or agree with his actions. I asked her if she objected to him being an atheist. She said, He was. I said, yea, he was, and he murdered anyone who was religious, since they weren't like him.
She didn't wear the shirt again....