Today is the Day for Justice

Imagine you're a little kid and your father comes to your room one day and hugs you and tells you he loves you and that he'll be back soon. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you and gives you a big smile right before he closes the bedroom door as he leaves. You dont really know where he is going but you do know that your dad is a pilot in the Alabama Guard.

You would never see your father alive again. You will not know exactly what happened to your dad until many many years later.

As an adult you devote a great protion of your time to finding out exactly what happened to your father and when you do, not only are you incredibly saddened by his fate, but unbelievably angered.

You learn your father was a pilot shot down in a war agaisnt a communist dictator. A war instigated by your country only to pull out at the last minute, leaving the lives of thousands of men at the mercy of a murderous thug.

Your father, you find out, would not let those men on the ground die without some type of support from the air. He defied orders and set out in his unarmed bomber to assist those men on the ground. You know your father must have known it would be a futile attempt. You know your father knew he would most assuredly die. Yet he went anyway.

After years of research and investigation, you find out your father was shot down over Cuba during the Bay of Pigs invasion and that he was captured and killed - executed - at the order of Fidel Castro himself.

This angers you, but nothing could foresee the anger that you would soon feel after learning what had happened to your father's remains.

You learn that not only was your father embalmed and frozen - to be propaganda for regime of the same man that ordered his death - but that his remains were desecrated.

The government of the same man that killed your father - the same one that kissed you on the forehead before he went off to martyr himself for the cause of his neighbor's liberty - would urge his communist followers to spit on and kick and beat your father's lifeless body. Your father's murderer would charge an entrance fee for the chance to desecrate his remains.

That's the story I wrote about last week. The story of Thomas Willard "Rete" Ray and his daughter Janet Ray Weininger.

Today, Mrs. Weininger is in a Miami Courtroom demanding justice for her father's execution and the desecration of his remains.

My wife, daughter of a Bay of Pigs Veteran who could very well have lost her father to the same murderer, is at Mrs. Weininger's side today, in court and also demanding justice from the murdering despot.

I know that ultimately, whether it is through today's court proceedings or not, Fidel Castro Ruz will pay for all the lives he has destroyed and all the deaths he is responsible for. He will reap what he has sown. He will pay for the annihilation of a country and its culture and the brutal treatment of its people.

I pray for that day. And when Mr. Castro is dead, I will gladly pay any sum to spit on and kick his lifeless body. Forty years of frustration and pain in the hearts and souls of my parents and my family - and every other Cuban family - gives me not only the strength to defile Fidel Castro, but the right.

The day is coming, Fidel. We are all ready for it, and you deserve it.

Posted by Val Prieto at November 15, 2004 09:57 AM

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