|By Evelio Perez|
Socialism is crawling it's way into our country, our way of life is being threatened. Every day our voices are being slowly silenced, our constitution is being attacked and our moral beliefs are being tossed aside for the new ways of the new society. Some may ask, who does this guy think he is? What makes this guy such an expert on Socialism?
I was born in Habana, Cuba in 1952. We lived in a two bedroom apartment alongside my twin brother, Mother and father in Old Habana just a couple of blocks from "El Malecon" (The famous sea wall along the outskirts of the city). We were considered a normal middle class family with modest means. We were a very close family unit with lots of good friends with plenty of good times, everything was great......... Until a very charismatic and impressive young man appeared on the scene, this Messiah, THE ONE, this person who offered Hope and Change, he who appeared to have all the answers to every question ever asked, started to make some serious trouble, there was this violent revolution that stunned the entire country and on Jan.1,1959, Fidel Castro and his liberators paraded into the streets of Habana with promises of Hope and Change that some of the people were clamoring for.
Castro then proceeded to take all of the people's weapons in the pretense that he would take care of all of us, that only bad people had arms of death, yes he took all of our fire-arms and left us defenseless
(You ever wonder why Castro has lasted so long?)
Eventually we were pulled out of school because the communist indoctrinations started where they taught and demanded that your love and loyalty always began with Fidel, El Che and the Revolution.
|Pan American Freedom Flight|
Our families were split apart by ideologies, some were with the Revolution and the rest of us were not. So in September 3, 1961 our Mother told my twin brother and I ( to our surprise ) that on that same day we were going to America to see our beloved father, who left a few months before to get a job and an apartment for us when we got there.
I remember getting on that old Pan Am twin engine propeller plane and leaving the land of my birth and half of my beloved family forever.
We got to the United states soon after and remember when my feet hit the grounds my mother telling us crying "Son, we don't have to be scared anymore, now you can say anything you want because we are free".