Miami want ad: ‘Terrorist experience a plus’
By
Alvaro F. Fernandez
“If
a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he
that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God
whom he hath not seen?” — John 4:20
Frankenstein’s
monsters have chosen to settle where they began their lifetime of
terror. Actually, the fact that the U.S. harbors terrorists in Miami
doesn’t surprise me. They helped to create them here.
I
recently read that Luis Posada Carriles was feted in a Miami country
club whose members yearn for the Cuba before Fidel Castro.
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Miami
want ad: ‘Terrorist experience a plus’
By
Alvaro F. Fernandez
alfernandez@the-beach.net
“If
a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he
that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God
whom he hath not seen?” — John 4:20
Frankenstein’s
monsters have chosen to settle where they began their lifetime of
terror. Actually, the fact that the U.S. harbors terrorists in Miami
doesn’t surprise me. They helped to create them here.
I
recently read that Luis Posada Carriles was feted in a Miami country
club whose members yearn for the Cuba before Fidel Castro. This is
the same Posada Carriles who masterminded and blew up a Cubana
Airliner while in flight with 73 human beings on board — most, young
people from the Cuban olympic fencing team. When convenient, Posada
Carriles has also laid claim to plotting the murder of Cuban leader
Fidel Castro. At other moments, he has admitted to reporters of
planning numerous attacks which damaged tourist spots in Havana and
killed at least one person in the process. The fact is, that in the
1970s, he was the Western Hemisphere’s Osama bin Laden, before the
U.S. had even thought of training the bearded Saudi. Interestingly,
they both have something in common: at different moments and for
different purposes, they were taught their trade by the U.S.
government.
Bin
Laden should consider moving to Miami. I am sure some wacky group
would find some reason for honoring him. If he’s lucky and this
particular organization has become powerful enough and contributes
enough money during political races, Osama might even find himself
standing on the dais during a presidential visit.
It
is
possible in Miami. Yes! A place where ‘good’ terrorists are
revered by people blinded by hatred.
A
couple of years back, during a visit to Miami, President George W.
Bush had the ‘honor’ of sharing the stage with convicted
terrorist Orlando Bosch — also implicated in the Cubana bombing.
Among many other crimes, Bosch was arrested in Florida in 1968 for
attacking a Polish freighter with a 57 mm recoilless rifle simply
because it flew the flag of a communist state. Bosch served time for
this and other terrorist doings. Former Florida Governor Jeb Bush (at
the time a businessman), Congresswoman Ileana Ros-Lehtinen (in the
state legislature then) and Florida Supreme Court Justice Raoul
Cantero (then an up-and-coming attorney and Harvard grad) managed to
have him pardoned by Jeb’s dad, the first President Bush.
Four
years ago I ran into Guillermo Novo by happenstance. He was working
for the Allappattah Business Development Corporation, a quasi-public
enterprise funded through the city and county of Miami and
Miami-Dade, respectively. Novo is another convicted Cuban American
terrorist. He was involved in the 1976 murder of Chilean Ambassador
Orlando Letelier. He once fired a bazooka at the United Nations when
Che Guevara was to speak.
But
here was Guillermo, it was 2004, his hands shaking from old age, and
collecting a paycheck from a Miami taxpayer-funded institution. It
was as if a “terrorist experience a plus” want ad had been placed
in The Miami Herald.
A
friend recently told me that Miami Cuban exiles are a very united
group. What brings them together, she said, is hatred.
Her
words surprised me. The more I thought about them, though, the more I
agreed with her. Their hatred is so ferocious and overpowering that
most have become old, and in many ways useless, as they wage their
war to overthrow the Cuban government from Miami street corners while
sipping “cortaditos” in their over-starched and expensive linen
guayaberas. No wonder the few with the misguided courage to really do
something are lauded for the bravery that is missing in the many who
live vicariously through them.
Sadly,
in the end, Frankenstein’s monsters, now living their waning years
comfortably in Miami, are responsible for way too many deaths for the
sake of American democracy. And most disturbing is the perception
that they’ve had Uncle Sam’s blessing along the way.
