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Humberto Sori Marin had been an official comandante in Castro’s rebel movement and its official “Judge Advocate General,” where he initially helped sentence many hapless Cubans to Che Guevara’s firing squads. Later, he soured on the obviously Stalinist regime he helped install. In April of 1961, he was himself arrested as a “counterrevolutionary” and his brother Mariano went to visit Castro, pleading clemency for his brother. If only “for old times’ sake,” pleaded Mariano, recalling when Fidel and Humberto had been revolutionary comrades.
“Don’t worry, Mariano,” a smiling Castro said while slapping him affectionately on the back. “In the Sierra I learned to love your brother. Yes, he’s in our custody, but completely safe from harm. Absolutely nothing will happen to him. Please give your mom and dad a big hug and big kiss from me and tell them to please calm down.”
The next day, Mariano collapsed at the sight of his brother Humberto’s mangled corpse in a mass grave. Castro’s firing squad had pumped over 20 shots into his brother’s body that very dawn. Humberto Sori Marin’s head was almost completely obliterated; his face unrecognizable.
“Kneel and beg for your life!” Castro’s executioners taunted the bound and helpless William Morgan, as he glowered at Castro’s firing squad in April 1961. Morgan was an AWOL GI with creditors and ex-wives on his tail, who fled to Cuba and wound up a comandante in Castro’s Rebel army in 1959. He also soured on the revolution when the unmistakably Red pattern emerged. Castro heard about Morgan’s discomfiture through spies and promptly arrested him. Within weeks, he was in front of a firing squad.
“I kneel for no man!” Morgan snarled back, according to eye witness John Martino in his book, “I Was Castro’s Prisoner.”
“Very well, Meester Weel-yam Morgan,” replied his executioner, while the firing squad aimed low, on purpose – “FUEGO!”
The first volley shattered Morgan’s knees. He collapsed snarling and writhing. “See, Meester Morgan?” giggled a voice from above. “We made you kneel, didn’t we?” Over the next few minutes, as he lie writhing, four more bullets slammed into Morgan, all very carefully aimed to miss vitals. Finally, an executioner walked up and blasted his skull to pieces with a .45.
Che Guevara had a wall torn out of his 2nd story office in Havana’s La Cabana prison and execution yard office to better watch and coach his beloved firing squads. Though he was technically Cuba’s “Minister of Industries” at the time, many former La Cabana prisoners say he was the one giggling and mocking Morgan during his last minutes alive.
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