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EspañolEver since Rosa María Payá was a child, death has roamed her home. An uninvited guest in the family, the intruder was imposed by a fascist state called Revolution. The totalitarian Cuban state began murdering even before it took power, it prevailed for decades by murdering, and will continue to murder. It’s the only governing strategy the Castros — a multi-generation dynasty of unelected rulers — are good at.
In Rosa María’s infancy, death peeked through her window and revealed to her a deep, true fear. She always knew the Cubans wanted to kill her father.
After a year and a half of living outside Cuba, Rosa María now returns to the island where the remains of her closest friend Harold Cepero and her father Oswaldo Payá lie. She takes them a flower. A small, common, and mundane flower from Miami, to where thousands of drug mules travel every day, accomplices of the Castro regime. Where every businessman is a Castro in disguise, pretending to be experts on Cuba but really just after dollars and power.
This caste of false high priests peddles the story of economic empowerment of Cuban civil society, but they really aspire to enslave Cuba for profit and corruption. They’re not just another worthless mafia: they’re the same group, holding the same ideological views as the Revolution mobsters.
On Sunday, July 22, 2012, Cepero and Payá were murdered in Cuba on the orders of the Interior Ministry. It was a personal vendetta by the genocidal Castro brothers, a crime against humanity that will never be wiped clean, and for which their descendants will have to respond before justice: especially Alejandro Castro Espín, an official at the Interior Ministry when they assassinated Cepero and Payá.
The crime would have never been carried out without consent from abroad. Prior to the hit, the Castro regime consulted the highest spheres of power at the European Union and in the United States, the feeble Catholic Church on the island, and even the Vatican (Ratzinger‘s resignation one day will be fully explained). The Cuban-American tycoons also gave their approval in exchange for the promise they would be allowed to return soon.
Such a plot is not launched overtly but rather indirectly. It feeds off hallway gossip and social unrest, hostages and promises of appeasement, a process of disgusting diplomacy. The international powers that be all agreed that there would be no punishment for the Castros over the death of an old man the majority barely liked anyway, whose moral superiority was neither tolerated in Cuba nor overseas.
The self-righteous democrat had to be sacrificed. Cuba had to sink even lower in hopelessness. Harold Cepero’s death was just collateral damage on that summer day. Had Rosa María Payá also traveled on that rented Hyundai, as she had intended a couple of hours before, she would have been buried next to her father three years ago.
But today Rosa María returns to Cuba as a Cuban. From day one, the whole world, especially the agents of the Castro regime in the Miami media, derisively labelled her a “refugee” and the last of the “exiled.” As if all Cubans, no matter where we live, weren’t refugees and exiled, surviving however we can under the Castro regime’s jackboot.
With Rosa María’s return, they will soon resume calling her vile things, as soon as the commanders at the El Habana Herald e-mail them the next steps in their strategy of stigmatization.
But Rosa María Payá is heading to face the executioners, people who have had a lifelong vendetta against her and her family. They haven’t even allowed the family to see Oswaldo’s autopsy report. Only Fernando Raysberg, an Uruguayan terrorist who became a privileged journalist on the island, wrote with nauseating detail that his body had been obliterated: skull split in five pieces, heart pierced, and kidneys beaten into a “pulp.”
Today, Monday, May 11, Rosa María stands up to that obliterated nation, a wreck with no citizens, only subjects. A country with no values, no future. An abomination of our times, a constitutional aberration. Where the eternal hobby is hate and disdain, where the culture of appearances reigns, and people can only aspire to kill or be killed. So much damage to humanity, buried under violence. A place where both the state and god are absent, or corrupted beyond all measure.
We can now expect anything from the Castro regime against this girl, whom death visited in her dreams during the Special Period. Today the assassins don’t need to earn approval for their crimes beforehand. President Obama and Pope Francis already shook hands with the Cuban dictator, the octogenarian bathed in innocent Cubans’ blood.
Pray for Rosa María Payá, those who still remember what prayer is after half a century of the iron-fisted Revolution. A iron fist that cracks skulls and takes lives, in the case of her father.
Originally published on the author’s Facebook profile. Translated by Daniel Duarte.
