And in the same fashion, I learned, as a consolation, that I should not worry because I was a son of the Revolution. By then the beards had been shaved, the promises of liberty transformed into a dictatorship of the proletariat. Of the days of euphoria, all that remained were Fidel and the rifles, rifles whose barrels never ceased smoking in the firing squads. I was a son of the Revolution, without a homeland and without emotional support, but a son of the Revolution nonetheless. It's been the same chant for four decades.
Communist education is the only kind Cuba permits, facilitates and requires.
It was precisely because of a desire to give her child a different upbringing that Elian Gonzalez's mother embarked on the adventure in which she lost her life. Elian survived, but the comandante does not like it when his cubs escape, much less that they should become symbols. Elian is a symbol of all those who have lost their lives escaping from a regime that is growing steadily more authoritarian and irrational. I cannot contradict those who support the overwhelmingly logical proposition that, when one parent dies a child should live with the surviving biological parent. I would only ask them to remember that Elian will not return to a normal country, and to understand he will not return to his father.