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Brothers to The Rescue risked their lives almost daily, flying over the straits, alerting and guiding the Coast Guard to any balseros, and saving thousands of these desperate people from joining that terrible tally. (Prior to Castro’s Revolution, by the way, Cuba took in more immigrants per-capita than the U.S., including the Ellis Island years. People used to be as desperate to enter capitalist Cuba as they are now to escape communist Cuba. Did your professor, the MSM and Hollywood neglect to mention this?)
By February of 1996, Brothers to The Rescue had flown 1,800 of these humanitarian missions and helped rescue 4,200 men, women and children. That month Dolores Huerta’s current cause célèbre’ passed to Castro the flight plan for one of the Brothers’ humanitarian flights over the Cemetery Without Crosses.
With this info in hand, Castro’s Top Guns jumped into their MIGs, took off and valiantly blasted apart (in international air space) the lumbering and utterly defenseless Cessnas. Four members of the humanitarian flights were thus murdered in cold blood.
Three of these men were US citizens, the other a legal U.S. resident. Among the murdered was Armando Alejandre Jr., who came to the U.S. at age ten in 1960. His first order of business upon reaching 18 was fulfilling his dream of becoming a U.S. citizen. His next was joining the United States Marine Corps and volunteering for combat in Vietnam. He returned with several decorations. Armando was certainly no “flower-child” while serving in Vietnam. But as a member of Brothers to the Rescue, he often dropped flowers over the sea in memory of the thousands of desperate freedom-seekers he’d been unable to rescue in time.
Most who knew him and are today free to tell the truth without fear of his firing squads and torture-chambers will attest that a man with a weapon or with both hands and free to fight has always paralyzed Castro with fright. The notion of Fidel or Raul Castro facing a U.S. Marine in combat mode is simply laughable, in a pathetic sort of way. “Where’s Fidel?” asked his former “guerrilla” comrade Huber Matos in 1958 while watching a distant strafing run by a Batista plane and thinking he was still conferring with Fidel.
But Castro had scurried deep into his “headquarters” cave upon first sighting the plane as a distant speck. (Don’t expect to learn of this incident from the same leftists who snicker at Gen. Douglas MacArthur as “Dugout Doug.”)
Forty years later Castro waited for Armando Alejandre and his Brothers to be flying utterly unarmed and carrying flowers. Then he murdered them in cold blood: MIGs against Cessnas, Soviet cannon and rockets against flowers carried by a decorated U.S. Navy vet.
Now Cesar Chavez’ soul-sister and one-time closest professional partner wants the Castro brothers cleared of the crime, claiming those poor, Yankee-bullied, free-healthcare-providers were acting meekly in “self-defense.” Huerta champions Castro’s claim that the decorated U.S. Marine dropping flowers was the actual terrorist.
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