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Cuba: Day Five (What about Camilo?)

Fidel

Che

Raoul

Camilo

…wait, Who?

Camilo Cienfuegos.

Oh, the image etched in steel alongside a massive building at the Plaza de la Revolution. We thought it looked like Juan Valdez, the coffee guy.

Camilo. Son of a tailor, born in Habana.

Too poor to continue college so he goes to America to find work. His visa expires and he’s sent back to Cuba.

His life changes when Batista’s troops shoot him and others who were honoring the memory of a socialist hero.

He was with Fidel when the Granma landed in Cuba, 2 decembro, 1956 to start the revolution.

A commandant like Che.

The “Hero of Yaquajay.”

He and Che lead the rebels in the final battle against Batista’s reign. Not a shot was fired as the two Comandante’s forces united and surrounded the troops of the President that the not even the US wanted when he fled Cuba the next day.

Commandante Camilo served as head of Armed Forces the first year of Castro’s Government.

Then, one night, his plane mysteriously disappeared, never to be found. He was 27 years old.

Camilo was once asked by Fidel during a speech, “How I’m doing?”

Camilo answered, “Vas bien, Fidel.”

The crowd took up the chant, “Vas bien, Fidel” and the quote is inscribed on the steel outline of his image in the Plaza. “Vas bien, Fidel” An image that was only placed there fifty years after his death. Che’s image had been immortalized there almost immediately after his death.

Even Cubans believe there was mystery behind Camilo’s death. The commandante did not support violence and death against enemies of the state. He was a socialist, perhaps a communist, but was quoted saying he would not treat prisoners the way Batista treated his enemies.

More egregious, however, was he was divorcing his wife to marry a wealthy woman and had always had a “joie de vive” that did not match the seriousness of a revolucion.

Some believe Fidel consolidated his power by sending Che to other countries to promote revolucion and eliminating Camilo undercover of the night.Who really knows? Raoul?

Che died a martyr, every revolution needs one.

Camilo has slowly been recognized on currency, schools, cities, museums…

What will they do when Fidel’s time has come?

 

Are There Guns In Heaven?

man in cloud

Steve Connors was a good man. A conventional guy meaning he played football in high school, made B’s and C’s at the state University, graduated, rabble-roused a little bit in his youth, got a job, married a good woman he had known a long time, had two kids, only cussed with his buddies or when alone, was a good son, was a good son-in-law, and paid his taxes.

He knew something was really wrong when he woke up. Everything was white. White sheets, white walls, white…

“What is that?” He wondered.

“White mist? Am I on a friggin’ cloud?”

Steve bolted up. He was wearing white cotton pajamas. “I never wear white cotton pajamas.” He looked around. There was no furniture, no windows, no doors.

“Am I in an insane asylum?”

He was feeling sweaty, agitated, confused, and a bit scared though he was good at keeping that last emotion in check.

He looked at the floor. White mist.

“I’m in a cloud.” He decided not to step down.

“I’m dead.”

He pinched his skin.

“Nope.”

He yelled, “Hello?!”

Silence. Absolute silence.

“Hello, Steve.”

“Holy shit!” Steve jerked. “Where’d you come from?”

“Just right there,” She said pointing nowhere. She looked older than Steve, but younger than his mother.

She’s kind of pretty Steve thought.

“Where the fuck am I… sorry about my bad language.”

“You’re in between.”

“In between what?”

“Life and death.”

Steve felt numb. He didn’t move at all for several minutes.

“It’s confusing I know. But you and I have to talk about some important things right now, Steve.”

“Is this one of those near-death experiences I hear about? People going to the light and then come back into the body?”

She smiled.

“Something like that.”

Steve shifted around in the bed.

“This is fucked up shit. Am I drunk?”

“No.”

“Then where am I? What is this place? Are we on a cloud?”

She smiled again.

“It’s like a cloud. You are between living on Earth or leaving Earth. You and I need to talk about some very important things. She paused. “ And then you have to decide what you’re going to do.”

“Decide what?”

“Decide what you’re willing to do if you return to Earth.”

“If!”

“Yes, Steve. You made a deal with me before you were born on Earth and you’ve not lived up to your part. Yet.”

“Lady, I’ve never seen you before.”

“You have. You just don’t remember.”

“Am I in a hospital dying from cancer or a car accident?”

“No. You were one of nineteen people shot at your daughter’s school picnic. A gunman with an AK-15 assault weapon walked onto the grounds and fired multiple rounds into the children, also hitting some parents.

“Fifteen children are dead. Four of you are being rushed to the hospital. Two will die on the way. Two of you are having conversations with your Guides right now.”

Steve had his hands on either side of his head trying to hold in his racing thoughts.

“Fifteen children are dead?”

“Yes.”

“Two more will die?”

“They just have actually.”

“Who?”

“You didn’t know them.

“I’m sorry to tell you that your daughter, Annabella, died earlier.”

Steve screamed and started to get out bed, but looked down at the mist then fell back on the sheets.

“She was one of the ones who just died?”

“No, Steve. She was killed instantly. She didn’t suffer.”

Steve was sobbing. Shoulders slumped. Defeated.

“My precious baby girl.”

Steve rolled onto his stomach and buried his head in the pillows, crying.

He woke with a start.

“Shit. Am I in the same place?”

He flipped around. She was still there.

“How long was I asleep?”

“A while.”

“What is happening to me on Earth?”

“You’re just now entering the emergency room.”

“What? It’s been forever.”

“Time and space are different here, Steve.”

Steve closed his eyes. Rubbed them. Shook his head.

“OK. What is it I’m supposed to learn? What deal did we make? And why did Annie have to die!” He was screaming again.

“Annie died because she fulfilled her purpose on Earth.”

“She was only eight. What purpose could have been done by then?”

“The deal she made before being born was that she was willing to die the way she did.”

“She knew she would be killed?”

“She knew while she was here, but she didn’t know it on Earth. Steve, because she fulfilled her agreement she did not suffer at all when she died.”

“Why would she agree to die like that?”

“So you would have the chance to correct your life.”

Steve could only look at her.

She stood silently. Her face was gentle.

“Okay okay. So what have I done wrong?”

“It isn’t a case of doing something wrong per se. It’s a case of do you want to fulfill your greatest purpose on Earth instead of just living an average, decent life?”

“A good life isn’t good enough I guess. I don’t know what you mean by me living my greatest purpose. I’m a good man.”

“Yes you are. She waited. “And you agreed that you would be more.”

“Can you just tell me what I need to do? I’m getting really tired of this conversation.”

She smiled again. “Why do you think it was a gunman with a powerful, military-type assault rifle that  killed your daughter, sixteen other people, and has you and another person pending?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I’ve always been responsible with guns. Granddaddy taught me to respect guns. I’ve always had to clean my rifle before and after we went hunting. That was my Granddaddy’s way of creating patience and respect for guns. We always eat what we kill. I have never been sport hunting. I don’t believe there such a thing as ‘sport’ hunting.”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly. Exactly what?”

“You have always been very respectful of guns. You have always been very careful. Why do you let others talk and behave irresponsibly about guns?”

“I can’t stop people from buying what they are legally allowed to buy. Shit. Is this about gun control?”

She smiled.

“You’re fucking kidding me!”

“Steve, I think it’s a little bit more than just that since you’re here. You made a deal with me before you were born on Earth that you were going to be the voice of reason about guns. You’re agreed you would be willing to stand up to your friends and the NRA so that things did not get out of hand about guns the way they have.

“You’ve done nothing about it for years.

“Steve, people like you. People respect you. People follow you. You have never been out of control with guns. You have never been unreasonable with the type of guns and ammunition you purchase.

“The deal was that you would use your credibility as “one of the guys”, a hunter, to be a leader in your country to bring sanity to the type of weapons and ammunition that are available, and more importantly, how people gain access to guns.

“Annabel agreed to be your daughter knowing she was be gunned down if you didn’t step up to your higher purpose.

“You have a choice now. Her death can mean nothing or you can step up and live your higher purpose on Earth.

“You mean I live?”

She smiled.

“Yes, you live.”

Steve closed his eyes and cried again.

When Steve Connors opened his eyes, he saw his wife sitting beside him. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She sobbed when she saw that Steve was now waking up after his surgery.

“It’s a miracle, thank you God, it’s a miracle,” was all she could say when she collapsed into Steve’s arms.

“Honey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“Annie…” his wife started to say.

“Honey, Annie is okay. I know she’s gone from us here, but I’ve been to heaven. I know Annie didn’t die with pain.

“And she won’t die in vain either, honey.

“Babe, there are no guns in heaven… and we’re going to bring some of that heaven here on earth.”

Marie Antoinette “Leaned In” and Look What Happened to Her!

I’m skeptical about the book, Lean In, by Facebook executive Sheryl Sandberg and its affiliated women’s power movement. Let me explain.

I completely support the concept that girls and women should “lean in” and actively participate in “the conversation.” To be actively engaged in your life and not a passive bystander while others make decisions. To realize your full potential as a person…being as smart as you can be, exploring, developing ideas and initiating action, and so on. I believe in equal rights for all people, I just don’t think the world (not even the supposedly more “progressive” US) allows for fair and equal treatment and opportunities for women.  In fact, my direct experience is that if you are female and “lean in” you’ll have your head chopped off.  In some countries, literally.

In America, only 23 of the Fortune 500 companies have a female CEO; women only make 77 cents for the same job as a man who makes a dollar; and women have always held significantly fewer seats in Congress, and that number is declining.

When the economic crisis of 2008 was in affect, there was not a week when an experienced professional working woman didn’t contact me to say she had been “downsized out” of her company.  I didn’t know one man with similar circumstances.  When a man lost his job it was when the entire company went under.

While I have been fortunate to be a high ranking executive in my current and previous institutions, in both cases I am “training” my (male) boss. In both jobs, the man was placed in his position with the CEO knowing he was not skilled or prepared. I accepted my current job knowing this and taking the chance that my boss was going to become the next CEO and I’d move up into his slot.  (That didn’t happen) In my previous job, however, the CEO actually asked me to train a male “peer” who was later promoted to a level higher than me.

It’s not just me.  I know women all over the world who regardless of profession or age are “moved over or moved out” when they become more visible and more successful in their organizations. A good friend of mine from London, was the international director for an organization based in the US when the CEO began an obvious campaign to “improve the international presence.” She was allowed to save face and resign.  Rather than replace this very successful executive with an internationally experienced professional, the American CEO hired another American, a male with an “exotic sounding” name.

While I continue to hope that all people can have fair and equal treatment based on skills, experience and personal characteristics, I don’t see it happening.