Thursday, January 21, 2010
Che Guevara Exposed: The Killer on the Lefties' T-Shirts
by Humberto Fontova
Editor's note: This exposé on Che Guevara first appeared in the June
2009 issue of Townhall Magazine. To subscribe to Townhall Magazine and
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The U.K. Guardian interviewed Oscar-winning actor Benicio del Toro
earlier this year regarding his role as Che Guevara in Stephen
Soderbergh's new movie "Che." "Dammit This Guy Is Cool!" was the
interview title. "Del Toro was fascinated with Che Guevara from the
first time he heard his name mentioned in the Rolling Stones song
'Indian Girl,'" reads the introduction to the interview. "I hear of this
guy, and he's got a cool name, Che Guevara!" says del Toro. "Groovy
name, groovy man, groovy politics! So I came across a picture of Che,
smiling, in fatigues, I thought, 'Dammit, this guy is cool-looking!'"
Well, there you have it. In effect, Benicio del Toro, who fulfilled an
obvious fantasy by starring as Che Guevara in the four-and-a-half-hour
movie he also co-produced, revealed the inspiration (and daunting
intellectual exertion) of millions of Che fans—and not only recent ones.
"1968 actually began in 1967 with the murder of Che," recounts
Christopher Hitchens. "His death meant a lot to me, and countless like
me, at the time. Che was a role model."
Upon winning the Cannes Film Festival's "best actor" award (Sean Penn
headed the voting jury) for his "Che" role, del Toro dedicated the award
"to the man himself, Che Guevara!" "Through all the awards the movie
gets," gushed del Toro during the award ceremony, "you'll have to pay
your respects to the man!"
DIG THIS
As a celebrity-hipster fan of Che Guevara, del Toro has plenty of
company paying these respects. Johnny Depp conspicuously wears a Che
pendant from his neck and in a Vibe magazine interview proclaimed his
"digging" of Che Guevara.
The New York Times titled its review of Soderbergh's movie, "Saluting
the Rebel Underneath the T-Shirt." In fact, had del Toro, Depp or
Hitchens been born earlier and in Cuba and attempted a rebel lifestyle,
their "digging" of Castroite Cuba would have been of a more literal
nature. Del Toro, Depp and Hitchens would have found themselves chained
and digging ditches and mass graves in a prison camp system inspired by
the man they "dig." Had their digging in a Cuban forced-labor camp
lagged, a "groovy" Communist guard might have shattered their teeth with
a "groovy" Czech machine-gun butt, or perhaps slashed their buttocks
with some "groovy" Soviet bayonets.
In a famous speech in 1961, Che Guevara denounced the very "spirit of
rebellion" as "reprehensible." "Youth must refrain from ungrateful
questioning of governmental mandates," commanded Guevara. "Instead, they
must dedicate themselves to study, work and military service." "Youth,"
wrote Guevara, "should learn to think and act as a mass."
"Those who choose their own path" (as in growing long hair and listening
to "Yankee-Imperialist" Rock & Roll) were denounced as worthless
"roqueros," "lumpen" and "delinquents." In his famous speech, Che
Guevara even vowed "to make individualism disappear from Cuba! It is
criminal to think of individuals!"
Tens of thousands of Cuban youths learned that Che Guevara's admonitions
were more than idle bombast. In Guevara, the hundreds of Soviet KGB and
East German STASI "consultants" who flooded Cuba in the early 1960s
found an extremely eager acolyte. By the mid '60s, the crime of a
"rocker" lifestyle (blue jeans, long hair, fondness for the Beatles and
Stones) or effeminate behavior got thousands of youths yanked out of
Cuba's streets and parks by secret police and dumped in prison camps
with "Work Will Make Men Out of You" emblazoned in bold letters above
the gate and with machine gunners posted on the watchtowers. The
initials for these camps were UMAP, not GULAG, but the conditions were
quite similar.
Today, the world's largest image of the man that so many hipsters sport
on their shirts adorns Cuba's headquarters and torture chambers for its
KGB-trained secret police. Nothing could be more fitting.
Ignorance, of course, accounts for much Che idolatry. But so does
mendacity and wishful thinking, all of it boosted by reflexive
anti-Americanism. The most popular version of the Che T-shirt, for
instance, sports the slogan "fight oppression" under his famous
countenance. This is the face of the second in command, chief
executioner and chief KGB liaison for a regime that jailed political
prisoners at a higher rate than Stalin's and executed more people in its
first three years in power than Hitler's executed in its first six.
THE REAL OPPRESSOR
In 1959, Cuba had a population of 6.4 million people (with a higher per
capita income than most Europeans, by the way). According to Freedom
House, 500,000 Cubans have passed through Cuba's prison systems,
proportionally more than went through Stalin's Gulag. And many of Che
Guevara's political prisoners qualify as the longest-suffering political
prisoners in modern history, having suffered prison camps, forced labor
and torture chambers for a period three times as long in Fidel and Che's
Gulag as Alexander Solzhenitsyn suffered in Stalin's.
The figures for the Che/Castro murders and jailings do not come from any
"biased" Cuban-exile source. They're available from "The Black Book of
Communism," authored by French scholars and translated into English by
Harvard University Press, not exactly headquarters for any vast
right-wing conspiracy.
In 1956-7, this world-famous "Anti-Imperialist" who often signed his
personal correspondence with the moniker "Stalin II," appalled some of
his fellow anti-Batista rebels by applauding the Soviet slaughter of
Hungarian freedom fighters. All through the horrifying Soviet massacre,
Che dutifully parroted the Soviet script that the workers, peasants and
college kids battling Russian tanks in Budapest with small arms and
Molotov cocktails were all "Fascists and CIA agents!" who all deserved
prompt execution.
"Executions?" Che Guevara exclaimed while addressing the hallowed halls
of the U.N. General Assembly Dec. 9, 1964. "Certainly we execute!" he
declared, to the claps and cheers of that august body. "And we will
continue executing as long as it is necessary! This is a war to the
death against the revolution's enemies!"
According to the "Black Book of Communism," those firing-squad
executions had reached 14,000 by the end of the '60s, the equivalent,
given the relative populations, of more than 3 million executions in the
U.S. "I don't need proof to execute a man," snapped Che to a judicial
toady in 1959. "I only need proof that it's necessary to execute him! …
Judicial evidence is an archaic bourgeois detail. We execute from
revolutionary conviction."
Upon arriving in Havana in January 1959 after an utterly bogus guerrilla
war (The New York Times breathlessly reported of "thousands dead in
single battles!" The official tally compiled by the U.S. embassy after
two years of ferocious "civil war" was 184 dead on both sides, half New
Orleans' annual murder tally.), Che Guevara immediately recognized the
moat around Havana's old Spanish fortress La Cabana as a handy-dandy,
ready-made execution pit. So he promptly put his firing squads to work
in triple shifts.
Edwin Tetlow, Havana correspondent for London's Daily Telegraph,
reported on a mass "trial" orchestrated by Che Guevara in February 1959,
where Tetlow noticed the death sentences posted on a board before the
trial had started.
"When you saw the beaming look on Che's face as the victims were tied to
the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad," former Cuban political
prisoner, Roberto Martin-Perez, told me, "you saw there was something
seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara."
"Castro ordered mass murder," remembers Martin-Perez, "but for him it
was a utilitarian slaughter, in order to consolidate his power. A
classic psychopath, the butchery didn't seem to affect him one way or
the order. But Che Guevara, as his chief executioner, relished the
slaughter."
As commander of this prison/execution yard, Che often shattered the
skull of the condemned man by firing the coup de grace himself. When
other duties tore him away from his beloved execution yard, he consoled
himself by viewing the slaughter. Che's second-story office in La Cabana
had a section of wall torn out so he could watch his darling firing
squads at work.
A Romanian journalist named Stefan Bacie visited Cuba in early 1959 and
was fortunate enough to get an audience with the already famous Che
Guevara. Upon entering the chief executioner's office, Bacie saw Che
motioning him over to the office's newly constructed window. Bacie got
there just in time to hear the command of "Fuego!," hear the blast from
the firing squad and see a condemned prisoner man crumple and convulse.
The stricken journalist immediately left and composed a poem, titled, "I
No Longer Sing of Che." ("I no longer sing of Che, any more than I would
of Stalin," go the first lines.)
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WOMEN AND CHILDREN, TOO
Even as a youth, Ernesto "Che" Guevara's writings revealed a serious
mental illness. "My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of
gunpowder and blood. Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while
slaughtering any vencido that falls in my hands! With the deaths of my
enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant
proletariat with a bestial howl!" This is from Guevara's famous
"Motorcycle Diaries," though Robert Redford somehow "overlooked" it
while directing his heartwarming movie of the same name.
The Spanish word vencido, by the way, translates into "defeated" or
"surrendered." And indeed, "the "acrid odor of gunpowder and blood" very
rarely reached Guevara's nostrils from actual combat. It came mostly
from the close-range murders of unarmed and defenseless men (and boys).
Carlos Machado was 15 years old in 1963 when the bullets from the fi
ring squad shattered his body. His twin brother and father collapsed
beside Carlos from the same volley. All had resisted Castro's and Che's
theft of their humble family farm.
Rigoberto Hernandez was 17 when Che's soldiers dragged him from his cell
in La Cabana, jerked his head back to gag him and started dragging him
to the stake. Little "Rigo" pleaded his innocence to the very bloody
end. But his pleas were garbled and difficult to understand. His
struggles while being gagged and bound to the stake were also awkward.
The boy had been a janitor in a Havana high school and was mentally
retarded. His single mother had pleaded his case with hysterical sobs.
She had begged, beseeched and finally proven to his "prosecutors" that
it was a case of mistaken identity. Her only son, a boy in such a
condition, couldn't possibly have been "a CIA agent planting bombs."
"Fuego!" and the firing squad volley riddled Rigo's little bent body as
he moaned and struggled awkwardly against his bounds, blindfold and gag.
Remember the gallant Che Guevara's instructions to his revolutionary
courts: "Judicial evidence is an archaic bourgeois detail." And remember
that Harvard Law School's invitation to Fidel Castro to speak on campus,
and rollicking ovation he received, happened in the very midst of this
appalling and lawless bloodbath.
The victims of this Stalinist bloodbath were not exclusively men and
boys. In fact, the Castroites were well ahead of the Taliban. On
Christmas Eve 1961, a young Cuban woman named Juana Diaz spat in the
face of the executioners who were binding and gagging her. They'd found
her guilty of feeding and hiding "bandits" (Che's term for Cuban
rednecks who took up arms to fight his theft of their land to create
Stalinist kolkhozes). When the blast from that firing squad demolished
her face and torso, Juana was six months pregnant.
The term "hatred" was a constant in Guevara's writings. Here's a taste
from this icon of flower children: "Hatred as an element of struggle";
"hatred that is intransigent"; "hatred so violent that it propels a
human being beyond his natural limitations, making him a violent and
cold-blooded killing machine."
A RECORD OF FAILURE
The one genuine accomplishment in Che Guevara's life was the mass-murder
of defenseless men and boys. Under his own gun, dozens died. Under his
orders, thousands crumpled. At everything else Che Guevara failed
abysmally, even comically. In 1965, while planning a military campaign
in the Congo against crack mercenaries commanded by a professional
soldier who helped defeat Rommel in North Africa, Che confidently allied
himself with "soldiers" who used chicken feathers for helmets and stood
in the open waving at attacking aircraft because a muganga (witch
doctor) had assured them that the magic water he sprinkled over them
would make .50 caliber bullets bounce harmlessly off their bodies. Six
months later, Che fled Africa, narrowly escaping with his life and with
his tail tucked tightly between his legs.
Two years later, during his Bolivian "guerrilla" campaign, Che split his
forces, whereupon they got hopelessly lost and bumbled around,
half-starved, half-clothed and half-shod, without any contact with each
other for six months before being wiped out. They didn't even have World
War II vintage walkie-talkies to communicate and seemed incapable of
applying a compass reading to a map. They spent much of the time walking
in circles and were usually within a mile of each other. During this
blundering, they often engaged in ferocious firefights against each other.
"You hate to laugh at anything associated with Che, who murdered so
many," says Felix Rodriguez, the Cuban- American CIA officer who played
a key role in tracking Guevara down in Bolivia. "But when it comes to
Che as 'guerrilla,' you simply can't help but guffaw."
DREAMS OF DESTRUCTION
Che's genocidal fantasies included a continental reign of Stalinism. And
to achieve this ideal, he craved "millions of atomic victims"—most of
them Americans. "The U.S. is the great enemy of mankind!" raved Guevara
in 1961. "Against those hyenas there is no option but extermination. We
will bring the war to the imperialist enemies' very home, to his places
of work and recreation. The imperialist enemy must feel like a hunted
animal wherever he moves. Thus, we'll destroy him! We must keep our
hatred against them [the U.S.] alive and fan it to paroxysms!"
This was Che's prescription for America almost a half-century before
Osama bin Laden, Mullah Omar and Al- Zarqawi appeared on our radar
screens. Compared to Che Guevara, Ahmadinejad sounds like the Dalai Lama.
On Nov. 17, 1962, J. Edgar Hoover's FBI discovered that Che Guevara's
bombast had substance. They infiltrated and cracked a plot by Cuban
agents that targeted Macy's, Gimbel's, Bloomingdale's and Manhattan's
Grand Central Terminal with a dozen incendiary devices and 500 kilos of
TNT. The holocaust was set to go off the following week, the day after
Thanksgiving. Che Guevara was the head of Cuba's "Foreign Liberation
Department" at the time.
A little perspective: For the March 2004 Madrid subway blasts, all 10 of
them that killed and maimed almost 2,000 people, al Qaeda used a grand
total of 100 kilos of TNT. Castro's and Che's agents planned to set off
five times that explosive power in some of the biggest department stores
on earth, all packed to suffocation and pulsing with holiday cheer on
the year's biggest shopping day. Thousands of New Yorkers, including
women and children—actually, given the date and targets, probably mostly
women and children—were to be incinerated and entombed.
A month earlier (during what came to be known as the Cuban Missile
Crisis), Fidel Castro and Che Guevara had salivated over the prospect of
a much more satisfying holocaust. "If the nuclear missiles had remained,
we would have fired them against the heart of the U.S., including New
York City," boasted Guevara in November 1962. "The victory of socialism
is well worth millions of atomic victims." Che thought he was speaking
"off-the-record" to Sam Russell of Britain's Daily Worker at the time.
But for the prudence of Nikita Khrushchev, the Butcher of Budapest,
those "millions of atomic victims" might have come about. Despite the
diligent work of Kennedy Camelot court scribes and their ever-eager
acolytes in the mainstream media, publishing and Hollywood, many serious
analysts conclude that Fidel's and Che's genocidal fantasy was a much
bigger factor in Khrushchev's decision to yank the missiles from Cuba
than President Kennedy's utterly bogus bluster, threats and "blockade."
AMERICAN MEDIA AND THE MAKING OF AN ICON
So for many, the question remains: How did such an incurable doofus,
sadist and epic idiot attain such iconic status?
The answer is that this psychotic and thoroughly unimposing vagrant
named Ernesto Guevara de la Serna y Lynch had the magnificent fortune of
linking up with modern history's top press agent, Fidel Castro, who—from
The New York Times' Herbert Matthews in 1957 through CBS' Ed Murrow in
1959 to CBS' Dan Rather to ABC's Barbara Walters to NBC's Andrea
Mitchell, more recently—always had the mainstream media anxiously
scurrying to his every beck and call and eating out of his hand like
trained pigeons.
Had Guevara not linked up with Raul and Fidel Castro in Mexico City that
fateful summer of 1955—had he not linked up with a Cuban exile named
Nico Lopez in Guatemala the year before who later introduced him to Raul
and Fidel Castro in Mexico City—everything points to Ernesto continuing
his life of a traveling hobo, panhandling, mooching off women, staying
in flophouses and scribbling unreadable poetry.
Not to be outdone in the trained-pigeon department, while making their
new film, Steven Soderbergh and Benicio del Toro repeatedly visited
Havana to coo and peck away as anxiously as those newsmen while the
regime tossed out its propaganda crumbs. Indeed, Soderbergh's very
screenplay is based on Che Guevara's diaries, published in Havana with
the foreword written by Fidel Castro himself.
"'Che' Film Gets Thumbs up in Cuba," ran the headline from CNN's Havana
bureau on Dec. 8. Benicio del Toro had just introduced it in person as
the highlight of the Havana Film Festival. "It's a privilege to be
here!" gushed del Toro to his Stalinist hosts. "I'm grateful that the
Cuban people can see this movie!"
And why shouldn't Castro's subjects be allowed to view his movie?
Weren't Stalin's subjects allowed to watch "The Battleship Potemkin"?
Weren't Hitler's subjects allowed to watch Leni Riefenstahl's "Triumph
of Will"? Both were produced at the direction of the propaganda
ministries of totalitarian regimes—as was mostly the case with
Soderbergh and del Toro's "Che." A proclamation from Castro's own
propaganda ministry dated Dec. 7, 2008, actually boasts of their role:
"Actor Benicio del Toro presented the film (at Havana's Karl Marx
Theater) as he thanked the Cuban Film Institute (ICAIC) for its
assistance during the shooting of the film, which was the result of
seven-year research work in Cuba" (emphasis added). The ICAIC is an arm
of Stalinist Cuba's propaganda ministry.
More than his sadism, megalomania or even his epic stupidity, what most
distinguished Ernesto "Che" Guevara from his peers was his sniveling
cowardice. In 1967, Che learned that taking on Fidel Castro as agent has
its drawbacks. As many of his former colleagues all attest, "Fidel only
praises the dead." So prior to whooping up his revolutionary sidekick,
Fidel Castro sent him "to sleep with the fishes."
Too bad Soderbergh and del Toro didn't interview the former CIA officers
who revealed to me in interviews how Fidel Castro himself, via the
Bolivian Communist Party, constantly fed the CIA info on Che's
whereabouts in Bolivia. Including Fidel Castro's directive to the
Bolivian Communists regarding Che and his merry band might have also
added drama to their film. "Not even an aspirin," instructed Cuba's
Maximum Leader to his Bolivian comrades, meaning that Bolivia's
Communists were not to assist Che in any way—"not even with an aspirin,"
if Che complained of a headache.
One day before his death in Bolivia, Che Guevara—for the first time in
his life—finally faced something properly describable as combat. So he
ordered his guerrilla charges to give no quarter, to fight to their last
breaths and to their last bullet. With his men doing exactly what he
ordered (fighting and dying to the last bullet), a slightly wounded Che
snuck away from the firefight and surrendered with fully loaded weapons
while whimpering to his captors: "Don't Shoot! I'm Che. I'm worth more
to you alive than dead!" His Bolivian captors viewed the matter
differently. In fact, they adopted a policy that has since become a
favorite among Americans who encounter (so-called) endangered species
threatening their families or livestock on their property: "Shoot,
shovel and shut-up."
Justice has never been better served.
Humberto Fontova : Che Guevara Exposed: The Killer on the Lefties'
T-Shirts - Townhall.com (21 January 2010)
http://townhall.com/columnists/HumbertoFontova/2010/01/21/che_guevara_exposed_the_killer_on_the_lefties%E2%80%99_t-shirts?page=full&comments=true
