Havana, 13 October 2022. Love never stops. The relatives of the victims say so. As years go by, perhaps the pain becomes duller, more muted, but it is still there and grows in moments when the absence is too big to avoid: the wedding without a father, the birthday without a daughter, the conversations that will never take place, the joys that will not be.
These families, marked by loss, suffer an additional burden, that of crime without justice. Their loved ones shared a flight with the murderers, those who saw their faces, listened to the small talk of those who do not sense the tragedy, and perhaps even received some of their smiles, and yet they were able to leave a bomb to kill them. Then they boasted about it. They were under the powerful protection of the CIA and they were never out of it.
Cuba was also traveling in a certain way in the Cubana de Aviación aircraft, coming from Barbados, which exploded in the air on October 6, 1976, with 73 passengers, none of whom survived.
And not only because, as Fidel said in the farewell act of mourning, "It has made us all the most profound brothers among whom the blood of one belongs to all," but also because there were sports, internationalism, youth formed in a new society, miscegenation, labor heroism?
Shock in the face of barbarism, which was what an entire country, and part of the world, felt before one of the most resounding examples of how far State terrorism, instigated from U.S. soil, is capable of going against the Island. Shock in the face of barbarism, that is what one feels even if one reviews the facts calmly, without the veil of routine.
Just as families do not heal their wounds, the nation cannot forget that pain or who caused it. Memory is a weapon. History is one of the handles to fulfill the prediction of the Commander in Chief, on October 15 of that year:
"A homeland ever more revolutionary, more worthy, more socialist and more internationalist will be the grandiose monument our people will erect to their memory and that of all those who have died or will die for the Revolution! ".
In the days of that October, as in so many others, it took a lot of courage. One that still burns at the words of Fidel at the end of that speech, those that, although they are read, are always heard:
"We cannot say that the sorrow is shared. The sorrow is multiplied. Millions of Cubans shed their tears today together with the dear ones of the victims of the abominable crime. And when an energetic and forceful people cry, injustice trembles!”
Cuba does not run out of courage, nor does its memory. The Homeland is ours.
Source: Granma