Sunday, February 1, 2009

Groovy Che?

Groovy Che?

by Humberto Fontova
January 28, 2009

"Groovy Name, Groovy Man, Groovy Politics!"
~ Benicio del Toro on Che Guevara

"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 an interview with Benicio del Toro last
month in Britain's The Guardian." Of course he found himself
fascinated by Ernesto Che Guevara ­ he loved the Stones, and
Emotional Rescue was the first album he'd bought. "I hear of this guy
and he's got a cool name. Che Guevara!" Del Toro as good as swoons
when he says it. "Groovy name, groovy man, groovy politics!"

"So I went to a library and I was looking at books, and I came across
a picture by René Burri of Che, smiling, in fatigues, I thought,
'Dammit, this guy is cool-looking!' "

Well, there you have it. What's next? Probably a YouTube featuring a
weeping, wailing Benicio del Toro titled: "Leave Che Alone!"

Del Toro, who glorifies Che in a current movie, compared him
(favorably) to Jesus Christ in an interview with Spain's El Pais, and
to whom he dedicated his Cannes Film Festival "Best Actor" award,
speaks for millions of Che groupies. "Che Guevara has given rise to a
cult of almost religious hero worship among radical intellectuals and
students across much of the Western world," proclaimed Time magazine
in May 1968. "With his hippie hair and wispy revolutionary beard, Che
is the perfect postmodern conduit to the nonconformist, seditious '60s."

"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. He was a role model."

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."

And woe to those youths "who stayed up late at might and thus
reported to work (government forced-labor) tardily." Youth, wrote
Guevara, " should learn to think and act as a mass." "Those who chose
their own path" (as in growing long hair and listening to
Yankee-Imperialist Rock & Roll) were denounced as worthless "lumpen"
and "delinquents." In his famous speech Che Guevara even vowed, "to
make individualism disappear from Cuba! It is criminal to think of

Tens of thousands of Cuban youths learned that Che Guevara's
admonitions were more than idle bombast. In Che Guevara the hundreds
of Soviet KGB and East German STASI "consultants" who flooded Cuba in
the early 60's, found an extremely eager acolyte. By the mid 60's the
crime of a "rocker" lifestyle or effeminate behavior got thousands of
youths yanked off Cuba's streets and parks by secret police and
dumped in prison camps with "Work Will Make Men Out of You" 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 Benicio del Toro honors on
screen and in multiple interviews, adorns Cuba's headquarters for
it's KGB-trained secret police, a gang of Communist sadists who
jailed and tortured at a rate higher than Stalin's own KGB and GRU.

"Rates," hardly tell the story however. Upon arriving in Havana on
January of 1959 after an utterly bogus guerrilla war, Che Guevara
immediately recognized the moat around Havana's La Cabana fortress as
a handy-dandy execution pit. At Babi-Yar Hitler's SS had to dig one.
Here Che Guevara had one ready made.

In 1961 a 20-year-old boy named Tony Chao Flores took his place at
the execution stake, but he hobbled to it on crutches. He'd taken 17
bullets from their Czech machine guns when the Castroites captured
him. On the way to the execution stake at the old Spanish fort turned
to a prison and execution ground by Che Guevara, Tony was forced to
hobble down some cobblestone stairs. Tony tumbled down the long row
of steps and finally lay on the cobblestones at the bottom, writhing
and grimacing. One of Tony's bullet-riddled legs had been amputated
at the hospital, the other was gangrened and covered in pus. The
Castroite guards cackled as they moved in to gag Tony with their tape.

Tony watched them approach while balling his good hand into a fist.
Then as the first Red reached him BASH!! right across his eyes.

"I'll never understand how Tony survived that beating," says
eyewitness former political prisoner Hiram Gonzalez who watched from
his window in la Cabana prison. The crippled Tony was almost killed
in the kicking, punching, gun-bashing melee but finally his captors
stood off, panting and rubbing their scrapes and bruises. They'd
managed to tape the battered boys mouth, but Tony pushed the guards
away before they bound his hands. Their commander nodded, motioning
for them to back off.

Now Tony started crawling towards the splintered and blood-spattered
execution stake about 50 yards away, pushing and dragging himself
with his hands as his stump of a leg left a trail of blood on the
grass. As he neared the stake he'd stop and start pounding himself in
the chest. His executioners seemed perplexed. The crippled boy was
trying to say something. But his message was muzzled by the gag del
Toro's idol made obligatory for his thousands of execution victims.

Tony's blazing eyes and grimace said enough. But no one could
understand the boy's mumblings. Tony kept pushing himself, shutting
his eyes tightly from the agony of the effort. His executioners
shuffled nervously, raised their rifles, lowered them. They looked
towards their commander who shrugged. Finally Tony reached up to his
face and ripped off the tape Benicio del Toro's pin-up boy required
for his condemned.

The 20 year-old freedom-fighter's voice boomed out. "Shoot me RIGHT
HERE!" roared Tony at his gaping executioners. His voice thundered
and his head bobbed with the effort. "Right in the CHEST!" Tony
yelled. "Like a MAN!" Tony stopped and ripped open his shirt,
pounding his chest and grimacing as his gallant executioners gaped
and shuffled. "Right HERE!" he pounded.

On his last day alive, Tony had received a letter in jail from his
mother. "My dear son," she counseled. "How often I'd warned you not
to get involved in these things. But I knew my pleas were vain. You
always demanded your freedom, Tony, even as a little boy. So I knew
you'd never stand for communism. Well, Castro and Che finally caught
you. Son, I love you with all my heart. My life is now shattered and
will never be the same, but the only thing left now, Tony . . . is to
die like a man."

"FUEGO!!" Che's lackey yelled the command and the bullets shattered
Tony's crippled body, just as he'd reached the stake, lifted himself
and stared resolutely at his murderers. But Che's firing squads
usually murdered a hero who was standing. The legless Tony presented
an awkward target. So some of the volley went wild and missed the
youngster. Time for the coup de grâce.

Normally it's one .45 slug that shatters the skull. Eyewitnesses say
Tony required . . . POW!-POW! . . . POW! ­ three. Seems the
executioner's hands were shaking pretty badly. But they finally
managed. The man Time magazine's hails among the "heroes and icons of
the Century" had another notch in his gun. Another enemy dispatched ­
bound and gagged as usual.

Castro and Che were in their mid-30s when they murdered Tony.
According to the authoritative Black Book of Communism their firing
squads riddled another 14,000 bound and gagged freedom-fighters. Many
(perhaps most) of their murder victims were boys in their late-teens
and early 20s. Some were even younger.

Compare Tony's death to Guevara's capture: "Don't shoot!" whimpered
the arch-assassin to his captors. "I'm Che! I'm worth more to you
alive than dead!"

Then ask yourselves: whose face belongs on T-shirts worn by youth who
fancy themselves, rebellious, freedom-loving and brave? Who deserves
a Hollywood movie?

Humberto Fontova is the author of Exposing the Real Che Guevara and
the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him. Visit his website.


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