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Beating of a Prisoner, Ciego de Avila

The young offender Roberto Pantal Gonzalez, who is a mentally sick auto-aggressor, was the victim of a beating carried out by the non-commissioned Preval and Mesias functionaries from the Order of the Interior. This happened on the 1st of January 2010 within the cells located in the punishment and isolation zone in the Provincial Prison of Canaleta in Ciego de Avila.

The official from the Ministry of the Interior, Roberto Mesias, has distinguished himself in the provincial penal as the one responsible for giving multiple physical blows to handcuffed prisoners; an unpunished violation of articles 58 of the Socialist Constitution, number 11 of the draconian penal code, and the 5th in the Declaration of Human Rights.

Pedro Arguelles Moran

Group of the 75 of the Black Spring, provincial Canaleta prison, Ciego de Avila, Cuba.

Facing the Wall (1)

 
Image: Inner Storm by Olga de Lucia

I have read Faust several times, each line and each word of it and I cannot grasp it. I am going to take refuge among the tears that El Quixote causes me, maybe because I am just an Alonso Quijano playing another’s role. I press my temples trying not to listen, but the screams from the repudiation act go beyond my reach. The banging in the door caused by rocks, rotten eggs, excrement, all this brings two more tears to my eyes. Signs on the sidewalk carry me to the past, a past where they shouted over and over, “To the wall! To the wall! To the wall!”  [Translator's note:  In the public trials, after the triumph of the Revolution, spectators would shout, "Paredón!" meaning "to the wall", that is the wall where the firing squad would be ready.]

Today, like yesterday, it is the same people with the difference that now there’s fewer who can think and lead, and more who just follow. Who will be able to erase from our history those young men and women that from the very beginning of the Revolution were aware, like prophets, of where we were heading to: Manolito, Luis, José, Germán… Germán… damn it, Germán.   

We should never forget that evening when in the middle of the batey they gathered the whole community. “We have caught these rebels giving out proclamations and pamphlets”. “Get them out of here, get them out of here…!”, said the crowd. “Get them out of here!”, and they ran toward their places looking for dining tables to improvise a small platform. Elvira was also there, gesticulating as if she was the orchestra’s conductor. “Wall, wall, give him wall!”, “Get him out, get him out!”, the crowd keeps shouting. “Kill him! Wall, wall…!”, they kept shouting…  

Then, a low ranking officer arrived, someone who was seen as a god during the beginning of the Revolution in the early ’60s, just a lieutenant, and tried to calm down the crowd: “You have asked for it”. German got out of the Jeep but did not go up to the platform. The crowd was not looking at the officer nor the detainee anymore. They were all scared helping Elvira, who fainted. “Water, water; air, air…!”, you could hear. “She’s recovering, she’s recovering” they said. She squeezed her own hands in a cross shape against her chest. 

 

Féliz Navarro, prisoner of conscience. Text dictated on the phone from the county jail of Ciego de Ávila, Cuba

Translated by: Josema

Like You

For Anabelkis Ferrer García y by extension a The Ladies in White, an homage.

While there are women like you, there will be love and friendship and brotherhood and solidarity and loyalty to human values. While there are women like you, there will be dignity and honesty and patriotism, and Cuban heritage. While women like you live, we are guaranteed the future and the greatness of freedom and the passion for truth and dedication to justice and the delivery to the common good and the finding of love and the Christian forgiveness and a reason for being Cuban. While there is a woman like you, I will have my motivations and intimate duties and indestructible commitments and the sacred duty and unyielding condition to continue always forward.

Pedro Argüelles Morán.  Provincial Prison de Canaleta. Ciego de Ávila. July 17, 2007.

Prisoner from the Group of the 75

They buried me in a cold, damp hole and filled it with lies and injustices, trying to hide me from the light; but truth shatters intolerance and denounces demagoguery. They confined me to cynicism and hypocrisy, but reason rebels, opens padlocks, and knocks down the bars of hate and vengeance. They incarcerated me in order to silence me, but love, for which everyone hopes, fills me with solidarity. The slave prisons of ancient Rome cannot last through eternity; what is transcendent are truth and love.

Pedro Arguelles Moran. October 14, 2006. Provincial prison of Canaleta. Ciego de Avila.

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The young offender Pantal Roberto Gonzalez, who is self-abuser and mentally ill, was beaten up by Internal Order officers Preval and Messiah, on January 1st, 2010, in the solitary confinement and punishment area of Canaleta Provincial Prison in Ciego de Avila.

The Interior Ministry officer Roberto Messiah has a reputation in the Ciego de Avila prison for multiple beatings given to handcuffed inmates in unpunished violation of Articles 58 of the Socialist Constitution, 30 paragraph 11 of the draconian penal code and 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Pedro Argüelles Morán
Group of 75, Canaleta Provincial Prison, Ciego de Avila, Cuba.

Message As the New Year Commences

The coming year will bring in peace, prosperity, brotherhood, solidarity, reconciliation and much, very much love among all human beings in general and in particular among all Cubans. For this year, 2010, will be the year of all, with all and for the good of all, as paradigmatically our National Hero, José Martí, summons us.

Pedro Argüelles Morán, Canaleta Prison, Ciego de Avila

Disorder: Violence Without Frontiers


Image: “Les Humarbes” by Roberto Matta

What occurred this past November 20 in the central zone of Vedado, in the Cuban capital, to Reinaldo Escobar, husband of Yoani Sánchez, who was the victim of a disgraceful act of pro-Castro repudiation, a stifling and barbaric act of institutional and systematic violence, very faithfully proves once more the true essence and nature of the totalitarian Cuban regime. By video recording, the world knew for certain what really happens in Cuba, from the year 1959 until the present.

Castroism, as well as Stalinism, Maoism, Nazism, Fascism, Populism, Talibanism, Macarthyism, ETAism, Al-Quaedaism, Apartheidism, Francoism, Somozaism, Pinochetism, Trujilloism, Batistaism, Duvalierism, Chávezism, and a series of ideological aberrations pertaining to the same family ought to keep in mind a maxim from the great Russian writer Leon Tolstoy: “Everyone thinks about changing humanity and no one thinks about changing oneself.” I also invite you to read, study, and reflect on the interesting book entitled “The Human Factor: Nelson Mandela and the Party that Saved a Nation” by the English author John Carlin. It’s a rational lesson about human values, political knowledge, and, most of all, it serves as a real lesson on an authentic national reconciliation that banished all hate, resentment, and lamentable vengeance and gave way to a genuine society “of all, with all, and for the good of all” like our Apostle of Independence, Jose Marti, magisterially summons us to do. Amen.

Pedro Argüelles Morán, prisoner of conscience, Canaleta prison, Ciego de Ávila.

When the Best Is Corrupted


Image: “The Acidic Melody” by Joan Miró.

During the first year of the Revolution popular support was almost total. At the time, I was 10 years old and I remember the joy of the first days. The dictatorship had come to an end; the tyrant had fled; everything was hope. In that same year of 1959 the Law of Agrarian Reform was passed (which was the first, for there would be a second law later), and unanimous support continued for the most part. That became the topic of the moment in the media and among the people. The land was going to belong to the peasants. At last that grand aspiration of the Cuban nation was going to be fulfilled and the enthusiasm was not going to decrease.

I remember that in my hometown, San Luis in Pinar del Rio, the plaza that stands between the church and the park was filled with plows, threshing machines, other agricultural implements and some tractors. They were spontaneous contributions that came from merchants and other well-off people. Late into the year of ’59, I began to hear the earliest voices of doubt, very timid at first. A family friend of ours would stop to converse, and the discussions of those times were more or less along these lines:

“Listen, how can you say that? How can Fidel Castro be a Communist? Who can come up with such a thing, if that young man comes from a rich family, educated by the monks, lawyer?

“Hey, notice that they are putting communists in all the key places,” would say the skeptic.

“But he has said himself that he is not one,” the other would reply.

During the year that followed everyone knew that the “skeptic” was right and that the people had been deceived. But until then, almost everyone had seen the Revolution through sympathetic eyes: the Catholic Church, the Americans, the rich, and the entire media. Even if there had been a good number of spurious executions by firing squad and even if they had been denounced outside Cuba, the Cuban people had justified them in one way or another. Within the country, the opinion of the majority was that a revolution had been needed. The most important cause for disgust among the population was that the rulers and other politicians were enriching themselves with money from the public treasury.

With the initial support that the Revolution had, if the promised course of restoring democracy and eliminating the great governmental corruption had actually been followed, Cuba could have become a very prosperous country and, even more importantly, could have prospered from a great moral and human richness that could have served as an example for all the sister nations of Ibero-America. This could have all happened under a legitimate government headed by Fidel Castro, who could have been the great national figure anyway, and governed with nearly no opposition and without having to oppress anyone. But the Revolution of 1959 was born from that great lie that clouded everything.

Looking back at what has occurred from the commodity of retrospective, I believe that all the bad decisions of those first years were marked by that original sin. From the very moment that Batista supporters were being executed, which began from the very first day. I do not doubt that amongst those executed were some assassins and torturers, but why not allow them a fair trial especially since the leader of the Triumph of the Revolution was a lawyer? (The Nazis, during World War II, were far worse, and the Nuremberg trials were still fresh in the collective memory. Some of those high-ranking Nazis were pardoned; others were sentenced to prison and others given the death penalty.) Why didn’t he give his former enemies an actual trial? Even before an international court? What an example a trial like that would have been for our people! How much would we have gained in civility! How much prestige would that have brought to a revolution that declared itself an advocate of human rights and whose generosity had been proclaimed in its platform! How many of the best figures of humanity would have come out in support of such a decision!

However, the option of killing weighed on the minds of those young leaders, I guess, in order to radicalize the Revolution and also to plant terror and eliminate any possible future enemies. In fact, even those initial measures that benefited ample sectors were actually marked by haste. Fidel Castro was very skillful in the ability to carry out measures that had broad popular support while he embraced divisive power strategies and unfurled an inflammatory rhetoric.

My opinion is that it could all have been done much better and with more calm. It could have benefited the poorest anyway but without making enemies of anyone. One success was the literacy campaign.Who would oppose making illiterate people literate? But why did this task have to be completed in just one year, and why were young adolescents separated from their families and taken to places that in 1961 were dangerous? The same thing could have been accomplished with much more calm and rationality. Of course, that way the propaganda would have lost some of its effect.

The betrayal even reached the agrarian reform. After the first one, a second law was passed that changed the character of the first. Now the peasants were no longer going to be the owners of the land, but instead employees of huge state farms. The rural estate had changed ownership. Years later, when I was a University student (it was mandatory to take and pass a course on Marxism-Leninism), I remember that one day a professor explained to us the reason for that change. Because she was a professor of Marxism, which in those days was like saying she was an inappealable judge of knowledge, I assumed that this would be the official explanation and not any other previous one. She told us that giving land to a peasant was to turn him into a class enemy. I had an image of a peasant without land, converted into a prosperous country person, producing a farm from his property, with a good home and car. But that dream was to turn the poor into a bourgeois, into an ideological enemy, an “enemy of the people”.

In short, with the revolutionary triumph Fidel Castro had the golden opportunity in his hands to take the people along the path of peace and democracy, toward a grand and well-shared prosperity and a harmonious civility in order to make Jose Marti’s formula of “WITH ALL AND FOR THE GOOD OF ALL” a reality. He preferred to take the route of confrontation and communism, an ideology foreign to our history and our environment and that essentially violated human rights. This move allowed him to govern with totalitarian power. What has been the result? That once-prosperous economy ended up converted into a country in ruin, a people once united currently more divided than ever, not only by differences of opinion but also by geographic separation and the scattered hopes of our young.

He could have been a grand liberator yet he chose to turn himself into the head of a tyranny that has lasted 50 years. What happened to us was nothing more than what the ancient Romans already knew: When the best is corrupted, the worst occurs (Corruptio optimi, pessima).

Adolfo Fernandez Sainz, prisoner of conscience, Canaleta prison, Ciego de Ávila

(The author turns 61 years old today, November 30)


Image: “Day of the Flowers” by Diego Rivera

Mr. President,

The Swedish Academy has wisely awarded you the Nobel Peace Prize, an award that exalts and dignifies the human condition. I think the Swedes honored you with such a high distinction in support of your extending a hand not only to friends but also to adversaries, and for inviting them to resolve differences at the negotiation table through dialogue and consensus, as the path to peace should be straightened out in a civilized manner; and for your tremendous responsibility, not just to your own country, but to all of humanity.

Mr. Obama: humanity needs peace, but without justice there cannot be peace, nor freedom; nor can truth prevail and much less love. Christian social doctrine proposes that “It’s human beings that must be saved; it’s human society that must be renewed”, and if we do not assume the moral and social responsibility of encouraging peace for human society and of dedicating all our necessary and useful efforts and sacrifices, then all the evils that afflict humanity will not be resolved, and neither peace nor fraternity, solidarity, common good, nor the state of having rights will prevail.

Mr. President, please, do not forget the political prisoners and those of conscience who are rotting their lives away in the many dungeons, those who are accused and persecuted because of their ideas and democratic principles, those who live poorly, weighed down by tremendous material and spiritual misery, denied the principles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, as is the case, among others, in Cuba, North Korea, and Sudan; those who are held hostage by the narco-terrorists of the inaccurately-named Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, and also the Nobel Peace prize winner Aung San Suu Kyi, who suffers from bad health and for years now has been subjected to house arrest in Rangoon, Burma.

Mr. Obama, I modestly congratulate you and wholeheartedly wish that God may bless, guide, and enlighten you so you can achieve all the outcomes you have proposed to accomplish during your administration both on a national level and on a very important international level. I am of mixed race like you, and I have been jailed for being a social communicator in favor of the human rights and liberties that are inherent in the dignity of all human beings.

Pedro Argüelles Morán. Group of the 75. Provincial Prison of Canaleta. Ciego de Avila, Cuba.

Voices Behind the Bars


Image: “Moon and Sun” by Rufino Tamayo

NOTE from the editors of “Voice Behind the Bars”: We have decided to offer the readers of this blog the actual audio conversations over the phone with the political prisoners that write in this blog.

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(Transcription of Pablo Pacheco’s audio, courtesy of Yami777)

Love Your Enemy

Today, more than ever, I understood the points of coincidence between the South Africa of Nelson Mandela and the Cuba of Jose Marti.

John Carlin’s book, “The Human Factor”, amply demonstrated this to me.

I am among those who think that not only does racial apartheid exist, but so too does political apartheid, which is as inhumane as what Nelson Mandela confronted and conquered along with the African National Congress.

I had read about this universal man even though his autobiography has not yet come into my hands. Today there was born within me a new-found respect for Nelson Mandela that went beyond my own awareness.

Now I find myself in prison for reasons of conscience. Never have I raised a fist against any compatriot for thinking differently from me, and yet my prison sentence is twenty years.

But Nelson Mandela has just shown me that firmness can give us incalculable results. I harbor Nelson Mandela’s same dream.

Cuba needs to erase the negative symbols in order to establish new messsages that are constructive and based on the principles of love and reconciliation of all Cubans.

We who are in prison and you who keep us here must transform hate and fear into generosity and love, the same way Mandela did.

I recognize that among my brothers exist men like Justice De Quebeque, whose memory of so much ignominy would not let him forgive his people.

Only the astuteness and political talent of Nelson Mandela made him change his mind. He ended up like his people, loving his enemies.

There exists a worse death than a shot to the head. Avoid it, those of you who can. I suggest to those who have held onto power for more than fifty years that they read this brilliant and liberating book by John Carlin. It gave me goose bumps, and on more than one occasion brought tears to my eyes.

From today on I have learned the most essential lesson for my future: to love my enemies. I assure that, before God, during these 6 years and 7 months of forced captivity which has included the separation from my family, especially from my wife who has had to raise our only son, now 11 years old, on her own, I have not had the nerve to hate those who consider me their enemy.

Thank you Nelson Mandela for your extraordinary political strength, and thank you John Carlin for your marvelous narrative.

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