Harry Belafonte recently denounced Herman Cain as a “bad apple,” a “false Negro” and as someone who was “denied intelligence” and “denied a view of history” (whatever that means). Belafonte said these things on the Joy Behar show, as the host, Behar, snickered her approval of Belafonte’s every vocalization, often before they were decipherable.
“If you believe in justice,” said Belafonte in an interview with Cuba’s propaganda ministry years earlier, “if you believe in democracy, if you believe in people’s rights, if you believe in the harmony of all humankind—then you have no choice but to back Fidel Castro as long as it takes!”
If only Herman Cain were a lily-white Stalinist whose regime murdered more people in its first three years in power than Hitler’s murdered in its first six, jailed and tortured political prisoners at a higher rate (per capita) than Stalin’s – including the longest suffering black political prisoners in modern history. If only Herman Cain proposed policies to plunge a nation more prosperous than half of Europe into one that repels Haitians. If only he’d driven into exile—even with machine-gunners and Tiger Sharks as dutiful border guards—20 per cent of the population from a nation formerly flooded with immigrants.
Instead Herman Cain spent most of his life creating wealth and promoting freedom. He personifies the antithesis to the disaster and horror known as Castroism. This grates on Harry Belafonte.
Consider this view of history that Belafonte was denied: “The Negro is indolent and spends his money on frivolities and drink, whereas the European is forward-looking, organized and intelligent,” wrote Occupy Wall Street hero Che Guevara in his diaries. Shortly after entering Havana, Che took a break from signing death warrants and blasting apart the skulls of defenseless men and boys, exhaled, wiped his brow and gave a radio conference. A black listener asked him what the revolution planned to do for Cuba’s blacks. “We’re going to do for Cuba’s blacks exactly what they did for the Cuban revolution. By which I mean nothing!”
Nonetheless, “Viva Che!—Viva Fidel!” roared Harry Belfonte’s friend Jesse Jackson, arm in arm with Castro at the University of Havana in 1994.
Actually, Che was much too modest. “Nothing” is not an accurate description of Castroite treatment of Cuba’s blacks. Fidel and Raul Castro are sons of a European imperial soldier (Angel Castro), who butchered Cuban patriots for pay on behalf of the King of Spain. Then came the sons’ turn. First off, by media manipulation, terrorism and guile (Not guerrilla war) they overthrew a Cuban government where Cuban blacks had served as president of the senate, minister of agriculture, chief of army, and head of state (Fulgencio Batista was a grandson of slaves and was born in a palm-roofed shack in the Cuban countryside). These blacks had all served elective and appointed office in a nation 72% white, by the way.
Not that you’ll learn any of this from the liberals’ exclusive educational source on pre-Castro Cuba: the Godfather II movie, which is probably still an improvement over what the Ivy League teaches. Today the prison population in Stalinist/Apartheid Cuba is 90% black, while only 9% of the ruling Stalinist party is black. Many of Cuba’s most prominent dissidents today are black, many female. Were they opposing anyone but the Left’s favorite poster boys, the mainstream media would have made them household names long ago. Think Rigoberta Menchu and Winnie Mandela.
In 1980, Harry Belafonte visited Cuba to collude with Castro’s KGB-founded and mentored propaganda ministry for a documentary in his honor titled, “I Look at My Life.” Within walking distance of where Belafonte posed for Castro’s cameras detailing the horrors of life for black Americans, the world’s longest-suffering black political prisoner languished in a torture-chamber.
“N**ger!” taunted his Castroite jailers between tortures. “We pulled you down from the trees and cut off your tail!” Shortly before his death in 2006, this prisoner, Eusebio Penalver, granted this writer an interview. “For months I was naked in a 6 x 4 foot cell,” Eusebio recalled. “That’s 4 feet high, so you couldn’t stand. But I felt a great freedom inside myself. I refused to commit spiritual suicide.” Eusebio Penalver suffered longer in Castro’s prisons than Nelson Mandela in apartheid South Africa’s.
On another of Belafonte’s almost annual visits to Cuba, he again posed for Castro’s propaganda ministry complaining about the stifling censorship in the U.S. “In the U.S. people don’t know the truth,” he vocalized for Castro’s press in 2002. Within walking distance of his fulminations against U.S. racism and censorship, black human rights activist Dr. Oscar Biscet was being kicked, spat upon, and burned with cigarettes in a Castroite torture chamber. A Cuban doctor, Oscar Elias Biscet had been sentenced to 25 years in Castro’s gulag for public readings of the works of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the U.N. Declaration of Human Rights.
Shortly after Belafonte’s Cuba visit in Dec. 2009, black human rights activist Orlando Zapata-Tamayo was beaten comatose by his Castroite jailers and left with a life-threatening fractured skull and Subdural Hematoma. A year later Zapata-Tamayo was dead after a lengthy hunger-strike. Samizdats smuggled out of Cuba by eye-witnesses’ report that while gleefully kicking and bludgeoning Tamayo, his Castroite jailers yelled: “Worthless N**ger!–Worthless Peasant!”
Apparently Castro’s KGB-founded and trained police regarded all of the above blacks as “bad-apples.” And surely the mainstream media kept you as informed about this half century of racist horrors 90 miles from U.S. shores as they did about Nelson Mandela’s travails, 8,000 miles from U.S. shores.