Monday, October 31, 2016

Robbed, Arrested And Beaten By Cuban State Security

Robbed, Arrested And Beaten By Cuban State Security / 14ymedio, Juannier
Matos Rodriguez

14ymedio, Juannier Rodriguez Matos, Baracoa, 30 October 2016 — On
Wednesday, October 12 at 5:40 pm, when I was on my way to the phone
company in downtown Baracoa, the voice of Capitan Alfredo Oliveros
ruined my afternoon, "Juannier, let's go to your house for a moment, we
want to talk with you […], we're going to do a search," he told me in an
arrogant tone of voice.

A patrol car came up the road and the driver and a soldier from the
Special Troops got out, handcuffed my hands behind me, and made me get
in the back of the car. He got in with me and looked at me so long and
fixedly I had to say to him, "Compadre, don't look at me any more." He
responded, "You wouldn't want me to pick you up and beat you."

They took me back to my house and waiting there was Dieser Castro
Pelegin (formerly a deputy of the Ministry of the Interior, MINIT, in
Baracoa, now I don't know what he does), the State Security agent Eliner
Leyva, an official from the Cuban Revolutionary Police with the ID
number 25513, the investigator Diorvys Odelin Lamoth, a van with some
six or eight soldiers from the Special Troops, the informers from the
Vigilance Committee, Diosmarys Infante Palmero (president of the
Federation of Cuban Women) and Meydi Duran Navarro (agent from MINIT's
Special Protective Services Company), along with Alfredo Oliveros.

They showed me a search warrant signed by Elier Lopez Carcases,
currently a MINIT deputy in Baracoa. They did not tell me the reason for
the search.

They took my computer, a phone, a hard drive, two USB memories, several
books and magazines, among other things.

Those hands took my books and threw them in a dirty sack, and with some
copies they mockingly said: "This is burning my hands." They took books
that did not even mention Cuba, it was enough that the title would
include the words freedom, rights, ethics, civic, transition, journalism
and democracy, any of those words that are always repeated in
international settings by the experiment called Revolution that is Cuba.

The officers claimed they were subversive books, but they were mine and
they had no right to steal them from me. I don't go to some communist's
house and say, "Hey, that book 100 Hours with Fidel is useless. Give it
to me, I'm going to toss it out, it's 100 hours of lies."

What hurt me most was that the flash drives and the computer had years
of research for my degree in Biology, my diploma work, a recent several
months long research project collecting information on a population
of polymita brocheri (land snails) in Punta Maisi on which I will
publish new results, hours of work in the hot sun in Maisí, dozens of
gigabytes of literature on the subject and specialty, as well as
personal information.

I begged them to let me keep the items about biology, which is
professional work, about those beautiful snails that are a threatened
species, that was done for Cuba, I didn't even know what to say, but as
if it was nothing, they didn't understand they were taking a part of my

They took two Cuban flags, one of which I flew from my roof as a gesture
of solidarity with the neighbors who lost everything and in appreciation
for my brothers all over the island who prayed for us during Hurricane
Matthew, which I'm convinced made God protect every human life; and one
of which was on the wall at the head of my bed, which made me dream
every night about a more just and fraternal country with room for everyone.

Then I was again handcuffed with my hands behind my back and without
saying anything they took me to a cell in the Baracoa police
station. There I refused to eat and continued to do so the next day,
when they took me out again, handcuffed, to a jail in La Maya, in
Santiago de Cuba, passing through Imías, San Antonio del Sur and Guantanamo.

The next day in the morning, a MINIT major went to the jail, apparently
the second in command in the La Maya unit, and I told him, "Officer, you
are violating my right to a phone call." He responded, "Yes, and we will
continue to violate it."

I told the officer who was guarding the cells I was feeling sick and
would he please take me to a doctor. I heard a senior officer reply:
"The one from Baracoa, he's a disgrace, he's a counterrevolutionary, let
him die, it's not your problem, it's CI's (Counterintelligence)
problem." I was in that filthy cell without eating until Saturday
morning, when a police official came and put me out on the street.

I arrived in Baracoa the next morning. I went to the MINIT delegation
and they told me they weren't going to return anything, that everything
had to be reviewed in Guantanamo and then they would give me an answer.

Source: Robbed, Arrested And Beaten By Cuban State Security / 14ymedio,
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