By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By David Villano
By Jose D. Duran
By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By Kyle Swenson
By Luther Campbell
The other crass error is to suggest that such a sublime motto could be authored. It was not! It was extracted like a gem, polished, and nurtured. It was discovered (in Hollywood-style fashion) by Mr. Tony Garcia, a member in good standing and sitting of Agenda:Cuba. It was adopted by our organization in as democratic a vote as Cubans are capable of holding (elbow in the ribs, wink).
By the way, please refrain from using the word ubiquitous when referring to anything Cuban. Though the figures are not in yet, we may be genetically incapable of pronouncing that word. Come to think of it, Mr. Clary probably cannot pronounce it either. Try it fast three times.
After reading the article, we decided to refer to it as "Someone Else's Man in La Habana." We want Mr. Clary to keep up his good work (or whatever it is he's doing). As an incentive, we will mail him a "No Castro, No Problem" T-shirt.
Pedro L. Solares
Marti + Marx = Miami Murder
After reading Mike Clary's excellent article on Max Lesnik, I felt I had to add a few comments. Social democrats have long been a part of the Cuban exile community, though they are obviously outnumbered by the gusanos. In the early 1960s Manolo Ray coined the phrase "Fidelismo sin Fidel," meaning Castro-style reforms without a Castro-style dictatorship. Cuban social democrats often talk of "the revolution betrayed" (Trotsky's denunciation of Stalin) to argue that Castro's revolution was just but his rule has been unjust.
When Karl Marx died in 1883, Jose Marti, in exile in New York, gave a speech in which he praised Marx as an "ardent reformer, uniter of men of different peoples, and tireless, powerful organizer ... a man driven by a burning desire to do good. He saw in everyone what he carried in himself: rebellion, highest ideals, struggle." If Marti spoke those words in Miami today, he would probably be killed, just like Luciano Nieves and Eulalio Negrin.
Mel and the Bad Old Days
It looks like Mel Richard is leading us back to the future. As chronicled by Arthur Jay Harris ("He Did a Job on the Mob," April 23), Richard's exploits in the exciting times of Miami Beach in the 1940s and 1950s reverberate to this very day. Political corruption, infiltration of criminal organizations, and turning a blind eye to illegal activity continue to be our local pastimes.
Mel Richard is larger than life, and he brought great credit to his community. Thanks for the fascinating bit of history, Mel.
Benedict P. Kuehne
Bless This Rancid, Stinking Carcass
In response to a couple of letters defending Santeria as a "beautiful religion" ("Letters," April 16), I have some remarks. For people who carry cell phones, brandish credit cards, and drive around in automobiles to embrace a Stone Age faith is truly incredible to me.
I wish whoever is leaving all those shopping bags full of dead chickens on the railroad tracks near my house would cut it out! It's my understanding that Santeria has a 500-year history. There were no trains back then. So what's up with dumping dead animals on railroad tracks? Out in horse country, whole sheep carcasses are discarded on other people's property, always in the dead of night. They stink for about two weeks. What kind of people look to find salvation in littering other people's land with their decomposed offerings? This is not the essence of beauty to me.
John E. Brown