NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.
THINK IT COULD NEVER HAPPEN HERE? THINK AGAIN!
(A story of deception, treachery, and betrayal
.....As told to me, in confidence)
January 1,1959, at the stroke of midnight, Castro brought his “change” to Cuba with a loud bang. My grandfather was a police officer in Havana and for that he was considered an enemy of the state. Within hours he was snatched from his wife and 3 children. He was unfairly sentenced to death by firing squad. My great aunt and my great grandmother pleaded for his life. So those revolutionary guerrillas sentenced him to 30 years in prison of which he served 21 and a half years. He was freed in 1979 due to a treaty that was signed between Cuba and the United states to free the oldest political prisoners. My grandpa was in that category. We were living in Miami at the time. We listened to the radio as they were announcing the political prisoner’s names and we heard my grandpa’s name, Jose Antonio Gonzalez! We drove from South Miami to the Opa-Locka airport. We were excited and yet nervous. I met my grandfather when I was 7 years old. My mother had her father until she was nine years old so at least she had some recollection of him. My uncle too. To my aunt however he was really non-existent she did know him at all until she was 24 years old and ready to be married. I always heard my family’s stories with great fascination.
One story my mother tells is when she was a little girl in school…She was 9-10 years old at the beginning of the revolution. One day the teacher told the children in her classroom to close their eyes. The children did so as they were told. Then, the teacher said, “now pray to God for a piece of candy.” The teacher then commanded the children to open their eyes and they found no candy on their desks. So then the teacher again instructed the children to close their eyes and ‘pray to Fidel for a piece of candy.’ Then the teacher commanded the children to open their eyes and each child found a piece of candy on their desk. “See,” she said “God doesn’t exist. Fidel will give you what you want.”
So much was told to me. You can see a pain that still runs deep. These stories were passed on to me so that I and others may not fall into the same trap. It is what made me go out into the streets hand in hand with my grandmother and my great-aunt to protest the return of Elian Gonzalez to Cuba. It is what made me realize what a mistake I made in having believed in the Liberal promise and vote for Bill Clinton only to have him turn his back on the Cuban exiles like his fellow Democrat John F. Kennedy did so many years ago. This is why I do not believe the promises that are made by Barrack Hussein Obama. It is not about the color of skin black, brown, yellow, white; or political party Republican or Democrat. It is about defending our country’s very principle of freedom for all and family values. The core values that make our nation great. To me it is the reason why my family escaped Cuba….Freedom! My brother, Staff Sergeant James xxxxxxx, is defending our freedom right now in Afghanistan.
The fact that we have communists advising the President of this country and the fact that the President himself is a marxist defiles what my brother and so many others are fighting for and have fought for. Don’t let them fight and die in vain! Wake up America!! Do not let our children be indoctrinated the way they tried with my mother years ago. Don’t let our businesses that we sweat and work hard for be taken over like my grandmother’s business was years ago. This is why my family shares these stories. They are lessons that are very deeply engraved in my soul forever. -Maria
Reply by Carmen Mesa
I understand Maria's words perfectly because I am also a Cuban American forced to flee my country.
I arrived in this beloved and generous country without my parents back in 1962 when I was 15 years old with my brother who was 1 year younger through the Peter Pan flights that were started by Cuban patriots to get the children that were approaching military age out of the country before the Cuban regime snatched us from our parents.
My parents were willing to make the sacrifice of maybe not being reunited with us in order to get us out of the country and afford us liberty and freedom in this great country of ours.
When I realized what Obama was trying to do to our country while running his campaign of change and hope. (he didn't fool me at all) I vowed to myself that I would do anything in my power to prevent him from stealing my children's and granchildren's future.
...I will do so until I take my last breath.
Thanks, I know the truth of the matter. Good work.