Fidel Castro's Undesirables / Ivan Garcia
Posted on June 14, 2014
It was Spring 1980 in Havana. Before dawn a group of policemen hurriedly
entered the cells of the Eastern Consolidated prison, known as the
"pizzeria." After lining the inmates up, their backs to the wall along a
narrow corridor, an official of the Ministry of Interior spoke in a loud
voice and without beating around the bush.
He was blunt. "You can get on a bus that's waiting outside and leave for
the United States, or within three days your prison sentences will be
doubled. You choose," he said.
"Imagine, I was sentenced to 20 years in prison for murder," recalls
Randolfo, sitting in a park in the Havana neighborhood of La
Vibora. "Going to the U.S. was my passport to freedom.
"I don't know if my sins can be purged. I stole, killed and caused harm.
Since I was sixteen-years-old, prison had been like home. In January
1980 I was transferred from the prison at La Cabaña to Eastern
Consolidated, which was still under construction. Before the incident at
the Peruvian embassy, which took place before the stampede at the port
of Mariel, I was in a prison cell. I didn't think twice about leaving,"
recalls Randolfo.
1980 was an extraordinary year in Cuba. On April 1, the #79 Lawton-Playa
bus, travelling at full speed, smashed through the security barricade at
the Peruvian embassy on 5th Avenue and 72nd Street in Miramar. The
police crossfire caused the death of one of their comrades, Pedro Ortiz
Cabrera, who worked there as a guard.
It was a period in which Fidel Castro and his regime were in complete
control of civic life. Insincerity and hypocrisy were at their height.
Many people energetically applauded his speeches in the Plaza of the
Revolution even as they relished leaving the gray, uniform setting in
which an all-powerful state rewarded or punished those it governed by edict.
The jails were full. Anything could be a punishable offense: having
dollars, sailing on a rubber raft to Florida or telling a neighbor you
had a dream that Fidel had died. And there were also dangerous guys like
Randolfo, individuals with short fuses who moved through life with a
knife clenched between their teeth.
After Castro's miscalculation — he never imagined that over ten thousand
Cubans would storm the Peruvian embassy within a few hours after his
decision to remove police protection — the strategy became one of
carrying out a full-scale social cleansing of the country by clogging
American society with murderers, the mentally ill and violent criminals.
It was a collection of humanity that would have had no place even on
Noah's ark.
At a processing center near the Lucero highway south of the capital
heading towards Mariel, homosexuals, silent dissidents, prostitutes,
rockers and social misfits were hastily dispatched.
Castro branded them as "scum" and shipped them off in boats owned by
Cubans living in Florida, who came out hoping to find their relatives.
Before leaving, eggs, insults and punches were hurled at the "repulsive
worms" at Fascist-style rallies in which their neighbors or work
colleagues happily participated.
Randolfo has a different story. He was transferred from the prison to
the processing center and in little more than an hour he was on a boat
headed north.
"It was a rainy afternoon," recalls Randolfo. "I arrived at Key West at
the end of May, 1980. The government had released about four thousand
inmates and criminally insane individuals. We were processed by
immigration officers and the FBI at a detention center in Florida. Those
who had no family in the United States, or who were determined to be
prisoners or psychiatric patients, were sent straight to prison in Atlanta."
In 1987 Randolfo participated in a massive prison riot in the southern
state of Georgia.
"It was like a movie. We took hostages and things got ugly. Many Cuban
prisoners didn't want to return to the island. We wanted to serve out
our sentences and then settle in the United States. But it wasn't
possible, at least in my case "
Randolfo's was one of the 2,746 names that made up a list of people to
be repatriated to Cuba after agreements reached between Ronald Reagan
and Fidel Castro in 1984.
"I landed at a Havana airport in night in late 1990. They took off the
handcuffs and handed me over to the Cuban guards, who put handcuffs back
on and transferred me to Eastern Consolidated. I was a prisoner there
for another year. I had not been a free man since 1978. All I knew of
the United States was its prisons. I've changed. I have a family and my
dream is to emigrate to the U.S, to work hard and to get ahead. It's a
society that gives you that opportunity. But my past is holding me back.
The U.S. immigration authorities will never give me a visa," says Randolfo.
Thirty-four years after events at the Peruvian embassy and the mass
exodus through the port of Mariel, U.S. customs and immigration
authorities continue to deport criminals and the criminally insane sent
over by Fidel Castro in 1980. There are five-hundred and two awaiting
repatriation.
Iván García
8 June 2014
Source: Fidel Castro's Undesirables / Ivan Garcia | Translating Cuba -
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