Miami 2011
By Varela
At Radio Mambí, the indisputable leader of the airwaves, Silvio Armando Pérez Roura, trusts in the Justice of God when it comes to the trial of Luis Posada Carriles, his great friend. So he said on local radio. And so it was heard.
In El Nuevo Herald, on the pages of the Miami newspaper, scrivener Juan O. Tamayo, covering the trial in El Paso, calls Posada Carriles an “anti-Castro militant.” So it was read.
On Channel 41, Juan Manuel Cao suggests that Posada is too old to be tried and should be pardoned through a sui-generis legal decree. So it was seen.
Don’t be alarmed, because, in the courtroom, Posada’s lawyer says that the witnesses who accuse his client are bought by Cuban Intelligence. So it was recorded in the court files.
You can expect that from the lawyer, of course. He’s Posada’s lawyer. He’s not on the side of the Texas prosecutors or the Cuban Foreign Affairs Ministry.
At the Miami radio station – well, you figure it – the big boss is an octogenarian geezer whom the people in his native Ceiba Mocha used to call “Hollow Head.” Right now, he’s intoxicated with a sexologist in her 30s who poses as an ideologist of the Round Table, the prime-time afternoon program, listened to mostly by folks with dentures who no longer take Viagra because of the counterindications about blood pressure and tachycardia.
The scribe at the local newspaper – the poor Tamayo – has gone through several facets of his life when the political bosses of Calle Ocho have variously accused him of being a Castroite, a sophist, a leftist, a pot-head, a drunkard, a pederast, a cuckold, an animal abuser, a bad cyclist and all the macho insults that the city’s ultraright can think of.
Perhaps now, approaching the twilight of his career, he may want to retire once and for all to ride a bicycle on the beach and not look for any problems in the barrio. Therefore, Posada Carriles is “a militant,” not a terrorist. Not even an international warrior or a former agent of the CIA.
Finally, the TV anchorman in Hialeah, Cao, is not retiring. He wants to take up the career he has been unable to have, as composer, CD producer and arranger. But it’s difficult to stand out in the exile community, particularly with all that competition – Emilito Estefan, Ambrosio Hernández, Mayito Vallejo, Miguel A. Saavedra.
The way things are going in local politics, with David Rivera as our representative in Congress and Marco Rubio as our virtual presidential candidate in 2016 (with Sarah Palin as his Veep), the situation couldn’t be worse. And it won’t get better. This is Miami, remember. It’s not Hitler’s Munich in the 1930s.
Let Carlos Álvarez look after the garbage pickup on the streets of the county and let Tomasito Regalado place more desks in public schools and beds in public hospitals. That’s what we elected them for. Nothing else.
Unless, dear reader, you thought that Miami is the place where the end of Cuba’s Castroism will begin. If so, I recommend that you subscribe to another newspaper, tune to another radio station, switch the TV channel, elect a federal lawmaker who is not a lawbreaker, find a presidential candidate who is better prepared, remove the county chief from his chair and tell the city mayor that this is the United States of America, not Honduras, which can be ruled or overthrown from Key Biscayne, Coral Gables or Cocoplum.
And that’s for starters.
