BBC April 17, 1961
“The Cuban Military have been on high alert for an imminent invasion for some days.”
Most of my friends had left the country and I was no longer going to school by April of 1961. Our new next -door neighbors were Miguel and Rosa Estades and their children Roberto and Rosa María.
One morning in early April of 1961 my grandmother said that I needed to go next door. I could sense she and my aunts were tense, but I could also sense this was no time to ask questions. Being a kid in an unpredictable environment sharpens your emotional compass.
Rosa and Miguel’s maid opened the door for me and I sensed in her the same tension I had felt in my own house. She led me to Rosa’s room where Rosa lay on a bed in traction. After saying hello and listening to her explanation of her chronic back injury, I walked to the kitchen where Roberto and Rosa María sat at the kitchen table. Suddenly there was a forceful knock at the front door. Then another. And another. The maid walked slowly to answer the door at the same time that Miguel, running as if the devil were after him, jumped the fence in his backyard and disappeared into the neighbor’s yard. The maid opened the door and several armed militiamen walked in asking, “Where is Miguel Estades?
The maid said he wasn’t there but they were welcome to wait for him if they liked. She asked the men if they would like some coffee. Two of the men said no and went outside. We could see them walking in the yard where moments before Miguel had climbed the fence. Then they disappeared from our view.
The other men said yes, they would stay and wait, and would have some coffee after they searched the house. And search they did. Every room except the room where Rosa lay in excruciating pain moaning incessantly-something she hadn’t been doing when I first arrived.
The maid put the small cups full of coffee on a tray and brought them to the militiamen who had joined us at the table. Miraculously they reached their destination without spilling from the violent shaking of her hands. The men joked with each other and tried to engage us in conversation. They asked us where Miguel was and all of us said we didn’t know. Children had learned to lie long before the Revolution. During the time of Batista the wrong answer to whether our family was for Fu (Fulgencio Batista) or Fi (Fidel Castro) could have dangerous consequences.
Another knock at the door and a long walk down the hall later revealed Miguel, bloody and handcuffed at the doorway, flanked by the militiamen that had gone outside to search for him. We didn’t move. Rosa continued to moan unaware of the spectacle. All the militiamen left taking Miguel with them. Roberto, Rosa María and I stood holding hands in the hallway and watched the maid disappear into Rosa’s room. The moaning stopped. Whispers began. Roberto led us to the room.
Rosa was out of bed on all fours on the floor handing the maid the rifles that had been under her bed all along. She told me to run back home right away and tell my dad “they have Miguel and they know”. I ran out the door, up the steps to the sidewalk, and without bothering to look around ran back to my house so fast that to this day I don’t think I ever took the time to draw a breath. Everyone but my father was gathered in the living room. I told them what Rosa said. My aunt Mimi said they already knew. They knew they were coming for my father and had asked me to go next door thinking I would be safe there. The counter revolution had been ready to join the invasion and they were legion.
One by one, for the three weeks preceding the Bay of Pigs invasion, almost every able-bodied man was taken from his home. My father was held at El Principe fortress in Havana. When all the fortresses were full, the men were interned in schools, movie theaters, night clubs- anywhere they fit. By the time the expedition landed at the Bay of Pigs only women, children, and the very old walked the streets of Havana. It was an eerie sight that lasted for days. That is part of the reason the invasion failed. There was no one left to fight. The men that came in the brigades expected their support. I can’t imagine what they thought when they landed and found themselves alone.
The day after it was over, church bells woke the citizenry. Church bells. From the churches where we no longer worshiped. A strange way to announce the Revolution’s victory. Malevolent.
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