Posted on 09/29/2009 6:58:25 AM PDT by Kaslin
On the eve of the French Revolution, the aristocrats inhabiting the palace of Versailles enjoyed, “as an ironic lark, sporting the clothing of the working classes,” according to writer Charles Stenson. These pampered elites were undisturbed by the fact that their peasant getups mocked the real peasants, many of whom were dying as a result of the elites’ self-serving policies.
These clueless aristocrats have descendents in spoiled college kids who think it’s trendy to idolize Communist revolutionary Ernesto “Che” Guevara. Che’s face is emblazoned on T-shirts, he was glamorized by the movie “The Motorcycle Diaries,” and Time magazine described him as “a potent symbol of rebellion.” But few of the hipsters who admire Che realize what he actually stood for.
According to Cuban-American writer Humberto Fontova, during the first few years of Fidel Castro’s takeover of Cuba, Che was “second in command [and] chief executioner for a regime that jailed and tortured more political prisoners as a percentage of population than Stalin’s and executed more people as a percentage of population in its first three years in power than Hitler’s.”
Che wrote that “the solutions to the world’s problems lie behind the Iron Curtain”— and he was willing to kill anyone who threatened his Socialist Paradise.
Che’s stock trade was, in Fontova’s words, “the mass murder of defenseless men and boys.” In a typical incident (one you won’t see in “The Motorcycle Diaries,” which portrays Che as a sexually potent idealist who just wants to save the poor), he ordered the execution of a 17-year-old boy suspected of political subversion. When the boy’s mother, Rosa Hernandez, tearfully begged the Communists to release him, Che invited her into his office.
“Come on in, Señora,” Hernandez recalls him saying. As she listened, he picked up his phone and demanded that the Communists execute her son that night. Then Che’s minions dragged her away.
A former prisoner named Pierre San Martin described his experience in one of Che’s prisons to a Miami newspaper.
“32 of us were crammed into a cell,” he said. “16 of us would stand while the other sixteen tried to sleep on the cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Actually, we considered ourselves lucky. After all, we were alive. Dozens were led from the cells to the firing squad daily…One morning Che’s guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell. His face was bruised and smeared with blood. He was a boy, couldn’t have been much older than 12.”
The boy had fought back against Communists who arrested his father. Later, San Martin watched Che personally execute him: “Che raised his pistol, put the barrel to the back of the boy’s neck, and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy.”
Unsurprisingly, Che’s bravado wasn’t on display when he was captured in Bolivia in 1967. Like plenty of Communist thugs before him, he went out like a coward. “Don’t shoot!” he whimpered. “I’m Che!”
In his book, Fontova visits Miami’s Cuban Memorial, which honors victims of the Castro regime. Elderly Cubans often go there to mourn relatives who died in prisons or in mass executions.
Fontova describes a common scene. “Still escorted by her grandson, the grandmother crosses the street slowly and silently. They run into a dreadlocked youth coming out of a music store. His T-shirt sports the face of her husband’s murderer. They turn their heads in rage to the store window. They see the mass-murder’s face again—this time on a huge poster…The poster reads, ‘Fight Oppression!’”
For young people who reject the real political oppression still brutally enforced in Cuba and other socialist hellholes, I encourage you to join Young America’s Foundation in observing “No More Che Day” on October 9th. No More Che Day is a day to remember victims of the Castro regime, from Che’s time to the present. (For more information, visit YAF’s student activism page at www.yaf.org/students.aspx)
Of course, rebuking a left-wing hero won’t go over well with your professors. But at least you’ll stand apart from the conformists who think the perfect complement to their iPods and fashionably disheveled hair is a T-shirt glorifying a mass murderer.
Celebrate Che “got his”
Beyond a name I highly doubt 90% of the kids wearing the Che shirts could tell you who he is or why he is famous. Politics is taking such a backseat to fashion in this case they aren’t even in the same car.
Like Komarovsky said to Zhivago in the movie (concerning the death of Red Partisan Commander Strelnikov): “Spare me your expressions of regret. He was a murderous neurotic and no loss to anyone.”
But don't you understand? He was fighting oppression.
I hate this b*astard’s guts.
He was a murderer and a sadist.
Everytime I see a Che T-shirt, I want to smash the wearer.
Ahhh ... yes! "The elites' self-serving policies." Those unruly little gremlins have a habit of popping up in the most unlikely of places. It seems they are even latent within the make-up of a Constitutional Republic.
The worship of Che is another example of the mentally ill left worshipping communist serial killers like Che, Castro, Mao and fill in the blank ________.
The same people who wear Che shirts denounce “Jorge Boosh” as a terrorist and decry waterboarding as torture.
They love their commies though.
It's as bad as wearing a swastika. But the chain stores don't see it that way.
It's amusing (but a little harrowing) to read the stories of the genuine revolutionaries in Russia as one by one they fell from their pedestals and were dragged out back and stood up against a wall. There Can Be Only One - a Stalin, a Castro, a Mao. In Stalin's case you were likely not only to have your physical self erased but any photographic evidence that you ever existed.
Che, however, avoided that fate by taking a very deserved bullet before the romance faded. And he became a good revolutionary - a dead one - in the eyes not only of those of us he'd gleefully have shot but in the eyes of his erstwhile Comrades. Not a few people believe fervently that Fidel set him up. If he did, I'd understand it.
If memory serves me right, Walt Disney World’s EPCOT park sells Mao t-shirts at its China exhibit.
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