you
with my life when I first approached you. Nothing has
changed.”
Sedano puffed on the cigar in silence,
studying Garcia’s features. Born in America
of Cuban parents, Garcia had been a priest.
He couldn’t leave the women alone, however, and
ultimately got mixed up with some topless dancers
running an “escort”…service in East St.
Louis. After a few months the feds busted him for
violation of the Mann Act, moving women across state
lines for immoral purposes, i.e.,
prostitution. After the church canned him, he jumped
bail and fled to Cuba. Garcia had been in Cuba
several years when he was recruited by the CIA, which
asked him to approach Sedano.
Hector Sedano had no doubt that Garcia had the
ear of the American governmentin the past four years
he had supplied Sedano with almost a million
dollars in cash and enough weapons to supply a small
army. The money and weapons always arrived when and where
Garcia said they would. Still, the question remained, who
else did the man talk to?
Who did his control talk to?
Hector had stockpiled the weapons, hidden them
praying they would never be needed. He used the money for
travel expenses and bribes. Without money
to bribe the little fish he would have landed in prison
years ago.
Hector Sedano shook his head to clear his thoughts.
He was living on the naked edge, had been there for
years. And life wasn’t getting any easier.
“Castro is dyingea”…he said. “It is a matter of
weeks, or so the doctors say.”
Alfredo Garcia took a deep breath and exhaled
audibly.
“I tell you now man-to-man, Alfredo. The
records of Alejo Vargas will soon be placed in
my hands. If you have
betrayed me or the people of Cuba, you had better find
a way to get off this planet, because there is no
place on it you can hide, hot from me, not from the
CIA, not from the men and women you betrayed.”
“I have betrayed no one,”.alfredo Garcia said.
“God? Yes. But no rnan.”
He went away then, leaving Sedano to smoke in
solitude.
Fidel Castro dying! Hector Sedano could hear
his heart beat as he tried to comprehend the reality of
that fact.
Millions of people were waiting for his death, some
patiently, most impatiently, many with a feeling of
impending . doom. Castro had ruled Cuba as an
absolute dictator since
1959: the revolution that he led did nothing more than
topple the old dictator and put a new one in his
place. Castro jettisoned fledgling
democracy, embraced communism and used raw
demagoguery to consolidate his total, absolute
power. He prosecuted and executed his enemies and
confiscated the property of anyone who might be against
him. Hundreds of thousands of Cubans fled, many
to America.
Castro’s embrace of communism and seizure of the
assets of the foreign corporations that had invested in
Cuba, assets worth several billions of
dollars, were almost preordained, inevitable.
Predictably, most of those corporations were
American. Also predictably, the
United.states government retaliated with a
diplomatic and economic blockade that continued
to this day.
After seizing the assets of the American corporations
who owned most of Cuba, Castro had little choice:
he had to have the assistance of a major power, so he
substituted the Soviet Union for the United
States as Cuba’s patron. The only good thing
about the substitution was that the Soviet Union was a
lot farther away than Florida. Theirs was
never a partnership of equals: the Soviets
humiliated Fidel at almost every turn in the road.
When communism collapsed in the Soviet Union
in the early 1990’s, Cuba was cut adrift as
an expensive luxury that the newly democratic
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Russia could ill afford. That twist of fate was a
cruel blow to Cuba, which despite Castro’s best
efforts still was a slave to sugarcane.
Through it all, Castro survived. Never as popular
as his supporters believed, he was never as
unpopular as the exiles claimed.