Forty-nine years ago tonight, life forever changed for my family.
The fall of one dictatorship, and the rise of a much more brutal tyranny, meant they would have to leave their home, their Cuba. The first ones to make it to America, were my paternal grandfather, Raimundo Masferrer Rojas, and his two brothers, Rodolfo "Kiki" Masferrer Rojas and Rolando "El Tigre" Masferrer Rojas. Forty-nine years ago tonight, as Batista loaded up on an airplane out of town, the Masferrer brothers — blood enemies of the Castro brothers — boarded Rolando's converted U.S. Navy PT boat and fled to Florida.
Over the next few years, other family members would arrive in America, adopting it as their new home and building new lives. It is a story that can be told many times over, from Miami to Madrid, from Union City to Dallas.
My life today, and the liberty I enjoy as an American, as a free man, is a product of their sacrifice.
The Castro brothers took plenty from family, and then some. But they never had a chance to take our resolve or our pride. Ultimately, we, not they, were the victors.
And I am certain that one day soon, perhaps even in 2008, our victory will be extended and shared by our cousins on the island. A dictator will fall, to be replaced not by another tyrant, but by freedom, democracy and a respect for human rights.
Until that day, the struggle will, the struggle must, continue.
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