July 25, 2005

"Point the Bow Towards Hope" - Part 3: The Cutter

If you haven't done so, please read the Introduction, Part 1, and Part 2 of this story. (Thanks to HowardE for the title change suggestion.)


There were two other balseros on the cutter. After picking us up, they rescued several more groups. It was a crazy quilt of people on the boat. Most of the rafts they picked up were inner-tube based flotation devices. We also saw several empty rafts as we moved along. We were moving along very quickly and soon we encountered a huge warship and another Coast Guard cutter, larger than the one we were on. We were all transferred to a smaller boat with an outboard engine that belonged to the larger cutter. When we went on board, there were already 300 or 400 balseros already on the ship.

They had picked us up Thursday at approximately 8:30 in the morning. We had been in the water for about 36 hours.

Dad and I were taken to a lower deck where they gave me first aid. As a result of the position I was in on the catamaran, both of my legs, from the ankles up, had had the skin abraded off. My wound from the spinal surgery had also opened up, but not as badly as it could have been. They did a fine job of treating my wounds. After a while, they transferred me and some others to the large warship we had seen. We thought we were going to Key West. The reality was that the ship was full and heading towards Guantanamo Bay to take the injured and sick so we wouldn’t have to wait. Once again, they transferred us to a launch that took us to the large warship we had seen.

(I have not seen Carlos since I arrived here; I think he was on the cutter and that has to fill up with balseros before they are transferred to Guantanamo and it should have arrived a day after we did. It’s not easy to find anybody here unless they have your same last name.)

On the warship, they took me to an improvised covered infirmary. All of the doctors and assistants were military men. They placed me on a cot and dad stayed right next to me. They asked me my name and my ailments. They cut my pants legs and made them into shorts. As you can imagine, I was wet to the bones, and felt very uncomfortable. I told this to one of the navy men and he gave me one of his own clean pair of shorts. He also brought me clean water and soap so I could wash. After I washed I removed my long-sleeve sweater-jacket and wore only my t-shirt. I felt so much better. Dad was unable to change his clothes, although he was doing much better than the others, kids included, who were sleeping in the open, bad weather and all, on top of one another.

We slept until 3 that afternoon when they woke us to give us a meal. We were given a small ball of rice, about the size of a scoop of ice cream, with some beans in it. Imagine how hungry we were that we pretty much wiped it out in about three bites. Afterwards, we slept again. All manner of balseros were coming in and out of this makeshift infirmary, with all manner of ailments and complaints. There was one young man, in particular, who had a perforated ulcer and another diabetic with some severe problems.

We were not fed until breakfast the next day. We were given the same meal as before, and we ate as hungrily as before. At 5 that afternoon, we were given another food ration; I asked for an apple and they give me one. The ship was moving along much faster than the catamaran and I felt the waves more here. I was little seasick. The weather had not improved much.

I have to say that the doctor was very nice to me and dad. Even though I was treated well, the personnel, especially the chiefs, were not very nice to the other refugees on board.

The next morning (the 27th) at about 6:00 AM we sailed in to Guantanamo Bay. We were very confused about what would happen to us. We thought we would be taken to the Krome Detention Center in Miami, but we were far away from there. And, from the manner the military personnel were treating us, we knew we wouldn’t be heading that way any time soon.

The young man who had come in to the infirmary with the perforated ulcer was in agony all the way to Guantanamo. When we awoke on that last morning, the day we entered the bay, we realized that he had died during the night. I ma of the opinion that the medical personnel were negligent in not taking him quickly -- by helicopter, maybe -- to a medical facility. He did have a medical emergency, after all. They covered his corpse and removed him from the area. He was fortunate, in a way, that he wouldn’t live through what we -- those of us lucky enough to reach Guantanamo -- would experience over the next few months.

The doctor treated me very well; he was a fine man. He said goodbye to me as I was being lowered on the stretcher. He grabbed my hand and said, “I wish you and your father the very best.”

They lowered the stretcher and placed me near an ambulance on the shore of the bay. I would have thought that the sick would be in a different location, but we were ordered by some military men to get on a bus that was close by. We were brusquely subjected to body searches, including our private parts and cavity searches. One of the Immigration officials kept repeating, imperiously and sarcastically, that none of us would ever go to the United States.

When the bus was full, we left the port and passed some lovely houses on paved streets and construction sites. We were leaving the city behind and entering a hilly area with fortifications and no homes, and traffic signs. We finally entered the area where the camps -- structures made of wood and with electricity -- for the balseros were located. But the most shocking thing we saw on entering the camp were the tall razor wire fences that surrounded it.

End of Part 3

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Posted by George Moneo at July 25, 2005 01:11 PM

Comments

Not to change the subject, but the Carnival of Revolutions is up, and you're in it.

http://soapgun.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-to-carnival-of-revolutions.html

Posted by: paul at July 25, 2005 02:15 PM

George, This installment is absolutely gripping and heartbreaking. No Cubans should be taken to Guantanomo, this policy is shameful.

Posted by: Kathleen at July 25, 2005 03:38 PM

Kathleen, it only gets worse from here on out. Stay tuned...

Posted by: George L. Moneo at July 25, 2005 04:09 PM

BTW, that policy was in place thanks to those lovers of freedom, Bill and Janet.

Posted by: George L. Moneo at July 25, 2005 04:09 PM

George, I know, but why hasn't it been changed?

Posted by: Kathleen at July 25, 2005 04:16 PM

That, my dear, is the $64,000 question...

Posted by: George L. Moneo at July 25, 2005 04:28 PM

I am posting this anonymously for fear of retribution in my workplace. I have served on Cuban migrant ops missions for the Coast Guard and the treatment that the Cubans receive is at times abhorrent.

The food rations are paltry--exactly as described in the story. Even when there are small children they are only fed a small amount of rice and beans- once at 9 am and again at six pm. Exceptions are rarely made and it depends completely on the commanding officer. If the CO makes exceptions he/she is doing so at their own risk--the food rations policy is determined by the commandant general of the Coast Guard. The poor hungry and tired Cubans(especially the children) are subjected to seeing crew members drinking sodas and eating candy bars. If they are unlucky enough to be on board during a special celebration they might be treated to the smell of steaks being grilled on the lower deck. More sensitive crew members occasionally sneak the Cubans packets of sugar to help kill the hunger but again they do this at their own risk.

At times Cubans picked up by the Cutters are way off course, dehydrated, and would surely have died if not for the Coast Guard. These same people will tell you that when they are sent back to Cuba they will begin planning their next attempt to make it to la Yuma. We've picked up people who have made five or six attempts. So any idea of this policy being effective in discouraging Cubans from trying to come over is clearly wrong.

Something should be done about the policy as a whole but in the interim the treatment the Cubans receive on board the Cutters should be improved. It's embarrassing to me as an American. A few scoops of rice and beans twice a day from the richest country in the world.

Posted by: anonymous at July 25, 2005 06:24 PM

Kudos to anonymous, and even more, of course, to George's narrator. For what it's worth, the Commandant for The United States Coast Guard is Admiral Thomas H. Collins. This is where you can email him about rescued Cubans and their nutritional and medical treatment:

http://www.uscg.mil/Commandant/comdnt.html

And George says it only gets worse from here. That's too bad. We are the greatest country on Earth, bar none. We can do better. We must, we must, we must, especially for these people, who have more courage, ingenuity, and patience than most of us.

I grew up in front of the ocean, on the ocean, in the ocean. (I was spearfishing when I was ten years old.) The ocean is a harsh mistress. It almost killed me more than once, and I just came at it from the beach. You'd think the admiral would know better.

JdB

Posted by: Jerome du Bois at July 25, 2005 07:52 PM

Nos mascan pero no nos tragan.

Posted by: cohetedude at July 25, 2005 10:07 PM

If we opened the flood gates and encouraged the rest of the good people to leave Cuba, we could destroy Castro quickly. He is at the point, I think, of the Romanian dictator in possibly 1987, jsut two years before he was executed on national TV. If Bush would end the embargo on Cuban refugees, and possibly open up our borders to Venezuelans, we could get in a good lick against these two tyrants.
Your story should be much more widely shared. If only it could be gotten to Pres. Bush. It is well written, well told and deeply moving.
I look forward to hearing more.

Posted by: hunter at July 25, 2005 10:35 PM

Hunter,

Castro uses immigration as a pressure release. Housing shortage? let loose a wave of immigrants. Food shortage? same thing? The people that are most desperate and marginalized are the ones that that leave. What we need is for the pressure in castro's pressure cooker reach the boiling point.

Posted by: conductor at July 26, 2005 02:14 AM

I'M PISSED OFF, I'M REALLY PISSED OFF!

Yes, I am pissed off. I am pissed off at Cubans! I am pissed off at Cubans in Miami. I am pissed off at Cubans in Florida!

I am not pissed off at Val, nor George, nor Rafael, nor Mario, nor at Agustin, no, I'm not. I'm pissed off at those who are not taking a more active part in telling the story of what is going on in the Straits. I am pissed off at the rich Cubans, even if they're running drugs (and some of them probably do that), and the honest ones and hardworking ones, for not doing all they can to get that story out.

I'm pissed at the Los Angeles Times, for the lies, because they lie when they don't get to the truth and tell it. I am pissed off at the New York Times, because of the lying s.o.b.s that run that Newspaper. It's a lie to ignore what is going on in the Straits. I am pissed off at the Miami Herald, because they could have a boat trailing the Coast Guard ships in those waters and take photographs to publish all over America. I am pissed off at Time Magazine, which I once read every week, and Newsweek, which I read now and then, and all the others for what is going on out there that they conceal by ignoring it. I am pissed at Liberal hypocrites, g--damn friggin' Liberal hypocrites who worship the world's biggest dickhead in Havana, and I am pissed at the last administration, the Clinton one, for putting these policies in place.

The Liberals will trail a whaling ship for weeks to save the life of a damn whate, but here they've got hundreds of people risking their lives to gain their freedom and they ignore it. What dickheads they are! Absolute Liberal Dickheads.

It does not sound like you're putting in enough detail, even though what you've said is horror enough. Why are we giving these hungry people so little food? I know, so that they won't tell their freinds that floating in the water a day or two can earn them some good food for a few days, to feed hungry people, starving people. Val, George, I am sick thinking that our Coast Guard men would mistreat people who have risked their lives to escape, that at the very least we can treat them kindly, even if we do return them to their feared reign of terror in Havana.

Our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan are doing all they can to win hearts and minds, while our media do all they can to subvert their efforts. But, it is so difficult for me to believe that our Coast Guard men can do just the opposite; there is something wrong and believe me, there will be a change. WE can make it happen.

Val, how many are they picking up every day from the ocean? It sounds like several hundred a day. Do you get that understanding from it? What they're trying to do is to discourage the influx from the whole area, as I see it. Yet, there has to be some other way to do it. One would be to give each rafter a gun and set them back ashore in Cuba.

Posted by: Howarde at July 26, 2005 02:17 AM

Howarde,
I did not mean to imply that the men and women of the Coast Guard intentionally mistreat Cuban migrants because that is not the case. As members of a military service they follow orders and in this case the orders come from the very top--the food rations are beyond their control. The other instances described usually are committed out of ignorance and when pointed out to the individuals, they usually feel quite bad and change the behavior. The fact is that most people don't know the conditions that Cubans are fleeing.

Again in no way did I mean to imply that the rank and file of the Coast Guard mistreat Cubans. On the contrary as I mentioned in my first post they save Cubans lives on a daily basis. The unfortunate part is that they then must return them back to Cuba because of the wet foot/dry foot policy. I think that we should be pissed off at the people in charge of making the decisions in terms of policy and protocols for the Cubans picked up at sea.

Posted by: anonymous at July 26, 2005 12:40 PM

Someone can tell me if are the balseros still taken to Guantanamo or sent back right away??

Posted by: Loto at July 27, 2005 03:54 AM

Loto,
They are sent directly back to Cuba about 95% of the time. On the Cutter they are interviewed by an immigration asylum officer and if they have a very solid claim for asylum they are taken to Guantanamo but they make it very tough.

Posted by: anonymous at July 27, 2005 11:51 PM


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