Tribute to Che Guevara
…by Pierre San Martin, one of his victims:
“Thirty-two of us were crammed into a cell,” he recalls. “Sixteen of us would stand while the other sixteen tried to sleep on the cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Actually, we considered ourselves lucky. After all, we were alive. Dozens were led from the cells to the firing squad daily. The volleys kept us awake. We felt that any one of those minutes would be our last.
“One morning the horrible sound of that rusty steel door swinging open startled us awake and Che’s guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell. His face was bruised and smeared with blood. We could only gape. He was a boy, couldn’t have been much older than 12, maybe 14.
“‘What did you do?’ We asked horrified. ‘I tried to defend my papa,’ gasped the bloodied boy. ‘I tried to keep these Communist sons of b**tches form murdering him! But they sent him to the firing squad.'”
Soon Che’s goons came back, the rusty steel door opened and they yanked the valiant boy out of the cell. “We all rushed to the cell’s window that faced the execution pit,” recalls Mr. San Martin. “We simply couldn’t believe they’d murder him! Then we spotted him, strutting around the blood-drenched execution yard with his hands on his waist and barking orders – the gallant Che Guevara.”
Here Che was, finally in his element. In battle he was a sad joke, a bumbler of epic proportions (for details see “Fidel: Hollywood’s Favorite Tyrant”), but up against disarmed and bloodied boys he was a snarling tiger.
“Kneel Down!” Che barked at the boy.
“ASSASSINS!” We screamed from our window. “MURDERERS!! HOW CAN YOU MURDER A LITTLE BOY!”
“I said, KNEEL DOWN!” Che barked again.
The boy stared Che resolutely in the face. “If you’re going to kill me,” he yelled. “you’ll have to do it while I’m standing! MEN die standing!”
“COWARDS! MURDERERS! Sons of B**TCHES!” The men yelled desperately from their cells. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!” HOW CAN …?!”
“And then we saw Che unholstering his pistol. It didn’t seem possible. But Che raised his pistol, put the barrel to the back of the boy’s neck and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy.
“We erupted. We were enraged, hysterical, banging on the bars.’MURDERERS! ASSASSINS!’ His murder finished, Che finally looked up at us, pointed his pistol, and BLAM-BLAM-BLAM! emptied his clip in our direction. Several of us were wounded by his shots.”
Personally, I’ve never understood leftist fascination with Che. To my mind, he was a thug and murderer who lost significantly in pretty much every battle he ever fought. There are so many others so much more deserving of the adulation he receives, even those who fought and died for causes and beliefs that were every bit as revolutionary…but they did it to better humanity and they did it in a way that did better humanity. Why the hero-worship of a war criminal?
H/T: Rusty (in a round-about way)