Fidel Castro died and although I didn't quite feel the gusto to get out my pots and pans and celebrate I did feel a sense of relief. One less tyrant to walk among us. One less evil genius to sway things to the dark side. One less asshole to see on any sort of media. He was a symbol of ultimate oppression, only he was quite diplomatic in his ways. In fact, his diplomacy is what I find to be most infuriating. See, the thing is the world rarely recognizes the hard fact that the wolf always comes in sheep's clothing.
History proves that the most powerful of oppressors are often the most complimentary and beautiful story tellers. It starts like this, they befriend you and ultimately their communities by listening to your qualms intently, making sure to take note of that which is most often desired throughout a general people, equality, recognition, resolution, ideas, sometimes just simply being listened to and acknowledged or praised (mind you, this is not only true for world dictators but also for the most basic of hypocrites). They gauge their power based on their connections and their reach in terms of information, information which they stifle, misconstrue or manufacture for their own benefit. Those who don't know any better (lack of education, ignorance, arrogance, prejudice) follow suit because, well, why not. The person at the helm is eloquent, intelligent (to a certain degree or maybe in the sense of an evil genius but I like to consider true intelligence as a balanced mind not an oppressive one) and offers solutions to the problems they didn't even realize they admitted they had. The oppressor stands tall and confidant (because a lie is only believable if the teller believes it themselves) and weaves a web of lies that would make a person feel stupid to question. So now there are followers. The hopeless believers who support without question or interrogation (because questioning requires effort and rationale and that is often too much to ask of anyone) they chant alongside the malicious master revering and applauding the victories being fed to them and all without scrutiny of the chosen one.
You might be wondering, what is my point, exactly. Well, I recognize that a step by step analysis of what I believe was Castro's evil but perfect plan to destroy the beautiful island nation of Cuba, my family's homeland, would be somewhat irrelevant at this moment because it would be diving into a deep pool of the past and would offer little to no condolence to my people. I know these words will be lost on those that simply just don't understand oppression or those that face different monsters believing their plight and their woes to be worse. The point of my writing today is to ask you all to heed the lesson of Cuba's ugly history. Fidel was a master of words, a diplomatic adversary if you will, who gained followers and built an army based on his promises. He instilled fear and stifled truths once his power grew beyond the scope of one community. Castro's regime grew out of lies, it's as simple as that. Why aren't there more stories, movies, novels, tv shows, because the Cuban people are an optimistic people, forever believing that the blessings bestowed upon our lives, even in the course of tragedy and misfortune, far outweigh the horrors of the past. Our people teach our children to forgive and forget and move forward, that nothing will come from vengeance. That the thousands of lives lost at the hand of one of history's greatest Goliath is something that cannot be altered so why dwell upon it if no change will come of it.
Well, the story of David's bravery against Goliath would never have served as an example to us all had we never heard the story in the first place. To quiet triumphs and silence victories as well as injustices simply to appease the weak at heart is to devoid the world of hope and inspiration. Those that attempt to quiet the truths that need be spoken are a different sort of monster but, one just as strong in their power to change the courses of history and perception. Do not be deceived by the stories best told for often times those stories are more fiction than fact and as beautiful as a lie may be, the ones we most want to believe are the most dangerous kind.