Elian Baby I Wont Send You Back to Cuba American Dad
I was twenty years old on Thanksgiving 24-hour interval 1999 when little Elián González, surrounded by dolphins, was plant drifting off the Fort Lauderdale declension.
The name "Elián González" may ring a bell for some Americans. But for Cuban-Americans and American-built-in Cubans like me, "Elián" is more than a memory. It'due south an indelible moment in our contempo history.
Elián had escaped Cuba on a makeshift raft with his female parent and 13 other refugees. Only three survived the journey: 5-year-old Elián, 22-yr-old Arianne Horta, and 33-yr-old Nivaldo Fernández-Ferra. Elián's female parent, swallowed by the sea, died during the crossing. Toward the finish, Elián found himself lonely, adrift and dehydrated. He would later say dolphins helped him survive by keeping his inner tube from sinking.
When two fishermen — Donato Dalrymple and his cousin Sam Ciancio — constitute Elián, they saw a pod of dolphins nearby.
The cousins weren't supposed to have been fishing that day — there was an advisory for small-scale boats like theirs — but they went anyway considering they wanted to spend time together. When Dalrymple spotted the dolphins and the raft, he insisted they go closer. He thought he saw something within. Ciancio thought it was a "cruel joke," a doll someone had attached to a raft. But it was a boy. "I believe it was my destiny... [that we] ran correct into that inner tube," Dalrymple would tell reporters years subsequently.
It was the stuff of myth.
Many idea it was a miracle. Simply Elián would become a nightmare for others, in particular the United States government and its Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS), which had to figure out what to do with the boy, as well as for members of the Cuban-American customs, who tried to explain why, in their optics, he needed to stay on U.S. soil. Instead of being heard, the community fell from grace. From 1 day to the next, in the eyes of the full general public, Cuban-Americans went from "hard-working immigrants" who exemplified the American dream to screaming fools.
Information technology could have been simpler. Yet, because the thicket of deception and political chess, it could not accept been.
Presumably, the so-chosen moisture foot, dry foot policy in place at the time, which held that any Cuban who touched dry out land could seek asylum, allowed Elián to stay with his relatives in Miami and grow upward Cuban-American. In fact, most a week after the male child was brought aground, U.S. Border Patrol Deputy Chief Mike Sheehy said Elián and the two other survivors "would exist offered the opportunity to reside here in the Usa. In that location is no provision to remove Cuban nationals to Republic of cuba."
Only things took a turn when Elián's male parent, Juan Miguel González, who was divorced from Elián'due south mother and still lived in Cuba, began to demand that his son be sent dorsum to the island. Fidel Castro expected the aforementioned. (In fact, the two men's voices were difficult to distinguish i from the other.)
"Can you explain these crazy Cubans to me? Isn't it obvious the male child should go back to his father?"
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Past the end of the twelvemonth, an all-out battle had erupted between what the media had begun to call the "Miami relatives" who took the boy in (his uncle Lázaro González and cousins), the Cuban government, and the U.Southward. authorities. That conflict would abound to include the voices of the Cuban-American community and the American public at large.
When I returned to higher in New York after wintertime break in January 2000, I went to an office hour with my favorite professor. She turned to me at the stop of our time and said, "Vanessa, you're smart and Cuban. Can you explain these crazy Cubans to me? I hateful, isn't it obvious the boy should go dorsum to his father?"
She was, of course, referring to members of the Cuban-American community represented on Television set, who were protesting in the streets and outside Lázaro González's house, where they cried out for the boy to exist immune to stay in the states.
But "crazy Cubans" pierced me like a myopic dagger. How could I begin to answer what she had phrased so condescendingly? For the beginning time in my life, I felt like a persona non grata in my ain land.
I told her it was very complicated and tried to change the field of study.
I think that at present, on the 20th anniversary of "Elián," I can wait back and give a better reply.
I write from Miami today, in quarantine, hostage to the pandemic of COVID-nineteen, thinking nigh the male child and about the long arms of that moment in history.
Twenty years on, with a PhD in hand and a lifetime of Cuba inside, I believe the answer can be constitute by laying out aslope the Elián story the history that was never laid out as context for the Elián story.
The smashing gulf between the perspectives of Cuban-Americans and Americans 20 years ago consisted of what the former knew well and the latter knew hardly at all: life on the island from which Elián had done ashore. The broader American lens did not widen enough to truly take in the Cuban-American view, undervaluing the weight of lived even so unwritten history it carried — considering if there is one affair communism knows how to exercise well, it's how to rewrite, erase, and appropriate history. Che Guevara himself said, "Ni un paso atrás, ni para coger impulso": Not i step back, non even to proceeds momentum. But what is history for if not to expect dorsum upon and learn from?
Embed from Getty ImagesTo sympathise Elián and 1999, you must at least understand 1989 and 1994.
"In the '90s, at that place were blackouts that lasted 16 hours in Cuba," says Didier Santos, a Cuban filmmaker who was living on the island at the time. Santos produced the music festival Rotilla, which was eventually shut down and so re-appropriated by the Cuban government. "When the Elián story broke, it was a very tough fourth dimension. Information technology was cluttered — people were killing each other for bikes, hunting cats for food. That's existent," he says.
Santos is referring to what Castro called the "Special Period," the era that followed the fall of the Soviet Marriage, which left Cubans adrift on an ocean of hunger and desperation attributable to the severing of Soviet subsidies. What ensued is non just what most people phone call "an economic crisis" simply also a cry for liberty. The distinction is important.
This is the Cuba into which Elián was born in 1993.
Georgina Cid, Elián's great-aunt in Cuba, told the Miami Herald in Nov 1999 that Elián's mother had "wanted everything a mother could desire for her son. She dedicated herself to him." For her, that meant leaving Cuba.
In her book The Plummet: The Adventitious Opening of the Berlin Wall, historian Mary Elise Sarotte writes that "people living under dictators have essentially three choices: to remain loyal, to discover some ways of exit, or to phonation their discontent." Sarotte was referring to E Berlin, which in 1989 voiced its definitive discontent when its people took to the streets and tore down the Berlin Wall.
Past 1994, Cubans had tried information technology all. That August, Cubans took to the streets in what became known as the Maleconazo, named for the Malecón, the seawall that surrounds Havana, which protesters ran toward while shouting, ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! and ¡Republic of cuba, sí! ¡Castro, no!
Some of them hitting dry country raving mad after having witnessed family members eaten alive by sharks.
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The Maleconazo concluded when Fidel Castro himself took to the street to meet his people. Dutch photographer Karel Poort reported for the BBC that when Castro arrived, the chants changed so that he heard, "Esta calle es de Fidel": This street belongs to Fidel. Granma, Cuba's state newspaper, reported the event every bit "another great boxing won by Fidel and the people against those who, egged on past the United States, violently disturbed the peace on Havana's Malecón."
When protest failed, Cubans tried escape. That didn't e'er work either.
A calendar month earlier the Maleconazo, the Cuban authorities sank the tugboat 13 de Marzo, killing 37 of the adults and children aboard who were attempting to go out the island. As Didier Santos puts information technology: "If Fidel cared and so much almost Elián and 'his children,' and then why did he drown them on the thirteen de Marzo?"
María Victoria García Suárez, who was on the gunkhole, after recalled, "Later almost an hour of battling in the open sea, [one of the boats that came after the states] circled 'circular the survivors, creating a whirlpool and then nosotros would drown. Many disappeared into the seas... We asked them to relieve us, but they just laughed."
García lived to tell her story. Her blood brother, her hubby, her 10-twelvemonth-erstwhile son, and other family members who were onboard perished.
To this day, I'm oftentimes asked why people in Cuba don't revolt confronting the dictatorship if it'south and so bad. The fact is, they have, and they do.
The problem is that under dictatorships, truths are hidden from global view.
Only last year, human being-rights activist José Daniel Ferrer was captured, imprisoned, brutally beaten, and tortured for peacefully speaking out against the regime. (Thanks to activism and social-media campaigns undertaken by organizations such as Cuba Decide and Amnesty International, Ferrer was recently released afterward six months in prison and sentenced to four and a half years of firm arrest.)
Knowing what Sarotte knew — that once discontent sets in, the people will revolt over again — Castro decided in 1994 to let the dissidents "find some means of exit." In effect, he alleged that anyone who wasn't happy in Cuba could leave without fearfulness of punishment. That is to say, he wouldn't drown them like he had the tugboat or make their lives miserable at dwelling if they were establish at sea and returned to Cuba. He had done this in one case earlier, during the Mariel Boatlift in 1980. He knew getting rid of protesters bought him time.
Cubans, prisoners in their ain country, took the announcement as a clarion telephone call.
In August 1994, 35,000 people set off to sea. They had dismantled their homes for lumber, scrounged inner tubes, and scraped together annihilation else to build makeshift rafts, which they used to throw themselves into the mouth of the ocean in search of the affair for which they'd been chanting: freedom.
And and then "the rafter crunch" commenced.
Janet Reno, the U.Southward. attorney general at the fourth dimension, put it this way: "To divert the Cuban people from seeking democratic change, the regime of Republic of cuba has resorted to an unconscionable tactic of letting people risk their lives by leaving in flimsy vessels through the treacherous waters of the Florida Straits."
In Miami, at the other end of Castro's escape valve, we saw i Cuban rafter some other land on our shores. Ribs out for the counting, lips blistered from the sun, encrusted with the table salt and brine that had burnt them as they crossed, optics bittersweet. Some of them hit dry land raving mad after having witnessed family members eaten live by sharks.
Santos recalls "an avalanche of rafters that didn't stop until 2014," when President Barack Obama launched an endeavour to reestablish diplomatic relations with the island — an aperture that has since closed in on itself.
This history fueled past the thirst for freedom is but a portion of what Elián González carried with him when he arrived in Miami in 1999. But no ane attached that history to the depictions of the "hysterical" Cubans who called for the child to stay in Miami. The lens pointed at them simply said, "crazy." And this altered the story and its core truths.
Fabiola Santiago, a Cuban-American columnist for the Miami Herald who was writing features in 1999, says she found herself checking her ain paper for accuracy because reporters were getting facts wrong.
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Santiago describes the paper at the time equally "a microcosm of what was happening outside. The Herald had a very bad habit that, when in that location was a big story, their star Anglo would exist assigned — because you can't trust a roomful of Cubans to tell that story correctly," she adds sarcastically. "This copyeditor who sat catty-corner from me, I heard him on the phone to his partner, screaming, 'I'k tired of the fucking Cubans! I merely want the fucking Cubans to simply fucking go home!'"
In other words, the story of Elián is not merely about who was speaking out and when, but also about who was silenced, both on and off the island, and why.
"The story was always reported with a slant against Cuban-Americans, so it was misunderstood by anybody north of the Miami-Dade County line," says Lourdes Tester, a legal aide at the law firm Colson Hicks Eidson and the wife of Hank Tester, a TV journalist who covered the Elián story.
"Nobody cried for Elián in Cuba... In Cuba, that'southward the mode things work."
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Joe Garcia, erstwhile executive managing director of the Cuban American National Foundation, says the organization conducted a poll later the Elián debacle that revealed the consequences of that Anglo view of the Cuban community.
"First off, it unleashed the hatred [against Cuban-Americans]," Garcia says. "Elián broke united states." From and then on, he says, Cuban-Americans were no longer "the fair-haired children of the Cold War."
Exactly equally Castro had intended, his escape valve put pressure on the other side of the Florida Straits. The dictator seized the moment to construct the Tribuna Antiimperialista (Anti-Imperialist Platform), an immense and plush plaza designed to concur rallies for upward of 100,000 people, which he situated straight in forepart of the U.Due south. Interests Department.
Santos says Cuban citizens were compelled to participate in the propaganda events. "You had to practise political activities to graduate. At piece of work or at school, you had to do this, or yous paid the price," he explains. "It was superficial. Nobody cried for Elián in Cuba. Nobody got into a discussion nearly it. In Republic of cuba, that'due south the way things work."
But seen from America, the assembled masses had the outcome Castro desired. Liberals shunned Cuban-Americans rather than the dictatorship they had fled, while the political right shoveled more fuel into the nativist furnace, rendering the once-gilded Cuban immigrant just some other lump of coal.
Those untethered to Cuba's history saw only a father who sought to exist reunited with his son — Juan Miguel calling for his baby. Why couldn't these Cubans just give the kid back?
The twenty-four hour period-to-day reality of the American middle and upper classes that were commenting daily on the Elián case was very dissimilar from Cuban reality.
Mostly, information technology was about self-actualization. Afterward a boom in the 1970s, for example, the U.S. divorce charge per unit continued to driblet slowly through the 1990s, just there were 4.ane divorces for every 1,000 Americans in 1999 (down from a loftier of v.2 in 1980). That'due south a lot of child-custody battles. Americans knew what those felt like, and they made a correlation to the familiar.
Simply Elián wasn't that. On the isle, Cubans were nonetheless dealing with levels ane and two of Maslow'south hierarchy of needs — the basics: water, food, warmth, rest. Those were difficult to observe in general. Safety and security, 2d on the pyramid, were out of the question; Cubans who desired to speak their minds lived — and still live — in fear of being captured, tortured, and silenced.
For them, "custody" embodied an entirely different meaning.
Janet Reno believed that Juan Miguel "loved Elián and honestly wanted to take him dorsum to Cuba" and that immigration laws "conspicuously call[ed] for a kid to be placed in the care of a parent, in preference to a more than afar relative, while the child's immigration status [was] being resolved."
Outwardly, that view seems reasonable. But today, would we send a child who had made it across the ocean from Syria dorsum to that bombed-out crush of a country simply because the kid had a parent at that place and an uncle here? Non likely. Thanks to films and photos, nosotros've seen what's happening there. Republic of cuba's reality was — and notwithstanding is — harder to admission.
"Elián" is neither a custody instance nor the saga of a child separated from his father.
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As the Elián story dragged on, those who were allowed inside his circle were able to glimpse that reality. One such person was the belatedly Roman Catholic Sister Jeanne O'Laughlin, whom Reno appointed to mediate when Elián's two grandmothers were dispatched to the U.s. in Jan 2000 to argue on behalf of Juan Miguel that Elián should be sent back.
Reno was sure O'Laughlin would remain neutral, but she did not. "I expected to witness a meaningful visit. Only I had no thought that what I saw would exist so powerful that it would change my mind, persuading me that Elián should non be returned — at least for at present — to his father in Cuba," O'Laughlin wrote in a February 2000 New York Times op-ed.
O'Laughlin believed the grandmothers were not interim out of their own "complimentary will." She likewise discovered that one of them wanted to defect. "This talk of defecting got me to thinking; if one of the adults wanted out, peradventure it was non a good place for the child," she subsequently elaborated to the Miami Herald.
The Elián drama came to a head at v:15 a.m. Apr 22, 2000, when, on Reno's orders, federal agents forcibly entered the house where the male child was living. The raid was lawmaking-named "Operation Reunion."
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The image captured by lensman Alan Diaz traveled around the world and remains seared into the memories of many: a federal agent pointing an MP5 submachine gun at Elián — whose confront was frozen in an expression of sheer terror — and the fisherman who had rescued him as the ii cowered in a closet. (Diaz, who died in 2018, was freelancing for the Associated Printing when he snapped the picture; ii months after the raid, the wire service hired him equally a staff photographer.)
The agents wrapped the male child in a coating and whisked him away. At Andrews Air Strength Base in Maryland, he was reunited with his begetter.
In his 2004 book, Last Dance in Havana, Pulitzer Prize-winning Washington Postal service columnist Eugene Robinson writes that Elián was treated like a "rock star" upon his arrival home and that "Fidel and so doted on Elián when the boy first returned that Cubans joked he had finally institute his successor."
Castro, who had "summoned throngs into the streets to demand Elián's render" while Elián was on U.S. soil, even built a museum in the boy'south hometown of Cárdenas, on the island'southward northern coast. (When Robinson traveled to Cárdenas to effort to interview Elián's father, a police force officeholder and a local party official stationed exterior Juan Miguel'south door politely turned him away.) By 2016, when he was 21 years sometime, Elián referred to Fidel as his "father."
Other facts have emerged in the intervening years as well.
In 2002, an internal memo written by INS attorney Rebeca Sánchez-Roig came to lite, revealing that some INS officials believed Elián's father had practical for an immigrant visa at the U.S. Interests Department in Havana through the annual lottery. The memo also pointed to suspicions that Juan Miguel was being "coerced by the Castro regime."
A handwritten note Sánchez-Roig added on a printout of the memo indicated that so-INS Commissioner Doris Meissner had ordered the memo destroyed the very adjacent day and decreed that no further discussions related to the Elián case exist put in writing.
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Two years earlier, Juan Miguel's cousin María Isabel Martell, who had fled Cuba to united states, had told the Associated Press: "I know for a fact that Juan Miguel wanted to come to the United States. Juan Miguel told me, in forepart of his mother and his relatives, that sometime in the hereafter he would come, even if he had to come up in a tub."
Thus refocused, "Elián" is neither a custody instance nor the saga of a child separated from his begetter. It'due south the chronicle of a political chess match, populated with the full complement of power brokers and pawns.
And Alan Diaz's photograph is precisely the image the victorious Castro would have handpicked to capture the endgame.
This past winter, I visited the Stasi Museum in Berlin, which exhibits the notoriously constructive and ruthless Cold War-era methods that the Stasi, the East German secret law, used on its people. Surreptitious police force archives, now fabricated public, reveal that the Stasi trained the Cuban government — and that in Cuba, the Cold War has survived into the 21st Century.
Cubans and Cuban-Americans are still fighting a Cold State of war against a Stasi-trained dictatorship, and its effects are etched inside all of us, alongside the image of a half dozen-year-old male child'south face paralyzed in horror.
Fortunately, I am immune to dig upwardly all of this information. Fortunately, I live in a country where we're immune to open the vaults of history and shed calorie-free — to answer questions we might have been unable to answer before, to speak freely, to share points of view that others might not accept grasped in the by.
For that, I am grateful that my parents fled Cuba and so I could write this from a identify of freedom — the very thing Elián'due south mother died for and failed to achieve for her son.
Vanessa Garcia is a Cuban-American native of Miami. A writer and multidisciplinary artist, she is the author of the novel White Light, which won first prize in the 2016 International Latino Book Awards.
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