Real Dictators - Fidel Castro Part 4: Havana’s TV Star

Episode Date: May 20, 2025

Castro goes on a victory parade, eventually arriving in Havana on top of a tank. Vengeance is wrought on the old dictator’s supporters, as the new leader moves into the Hilton hotel. Fidel takes a trip to Washington - for a sit-down with Richard Nixon. And a regime insider tells us how he turned his back on Castro, only to pay the price... A Noiser podcast production. Narrated by Paul McGann. Featuring Carlos Eire, Lillian Guerra, Jonathan Hansen, Jennifer Lambe, Alex von Tunzelmann, Ileana Yarza, Eduardo Zayas-Bazan. Special thanks to University of Miami Libraries for the use of the Huber Matos archive. This is Part 4 of 10. Written by Edward White | Produced by Ed Baranski and Edward White | Exec produced by Joel Duddell | Sound supervisor: Tom Pink | Sound design & audio editing by George Tapp | Assembly editing by Dorry Macaulay, Anisha Deva, Rob Plummer | Compositions by Oliver Baines, Dorry Macaulay, Tom Pink | Mix & mastering: Cian Ryan-Morgan | Recording engineer: Joseph McGann. Get every episode of Real Dictators a week early with Noiser+. You’ll also get ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to shows across the Noiser podcast network. Click the subscription banner at the top of the feed to get started. Or go to noiser.com/subscriptions Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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A little girl is sat on the floor in front of the TV. This is Alina. She is two years old, very nearly three. Her wide brown eyes are clamped on a flickering screen. A hyperventilating Donald Duck spits feathers. Alina grins and giggles. Suddenly the cartoon disappears. In its place is some strange program she's never seen before.

To Alina it appears that huge hairy beasts with beaming smiles now fill the screen. They wave guns above their heads. They shout, Viva Cuba Libre! Long live free Cuba. Molina is confused, and a little bit frightened. She hopes the cartoons will come back soon.

They don't. She is too young to understand. But Cuba exists in a new reality. The long-haired creatures on the TV. Adults call them Barbudos, the bearded ones. For most of Alina's life they've been hidden high up in the mountains. Today they're on the streets of the capital city. Several days later a visitor arrives at Alina's house.

It's one of the Barbudos. Dressed all in green with big black boots, he bends over to give Alina a kiss. His beard is scratchy. He stinks of tobacco. Only years later will Alina learn that this is her father. His name is Fidel Castro. Alina is the daughter of Natira Vuelta, one of Castro's discarded lovers. It's the first time Fidel has ever clapped eyes on his daughter. He hands her a present. Alina opens the box. It's a doll of Fidel.

Since he toppled the old dictator, Batista, Castro is everywhere in Cuba, his influence trickling into every facet of life on the island. With his unchanging appearance, he is as instantly recognizable as Mickey Mouse. But Cubans are beginning to wonder, has Fidel's revolution simply swapped one authoritarian nightmare for another? From the Noiza Podcast Network, this is part four of the Fidel Castro story. And this is Real Dictators. Let's go back a few weeks. In late December 1958, General Batista is hemorrhaging support from all quarters.

Facing ignominious defeat, he decides to jump before he's pushed. On New Year's Eve he stuns everyone by quietly fleeing the island never to return. On hearing the news, Fidel Castro's revolutionaries, the 26th of July movement, spring into action. Members of the urban underground take to the streets of the capital. Wearing distinctive black and red armbands, embzoned with 26 July, they enforce law and order. Members of Batista's notorious secret police are hunted down and thrown in jail. The jackboot is now on the other foot. Fidel himself is hundreds of miles from Havana in Oriente province on the east of the island.

Over the radio he urges a general strike in defiance of the establishment and in support of the revolution. Later that day, New Year's Day 1959, he emerges into the main square of the city of Santiago, a crowd of 200,000 awaits. The revolution begins now, he proclaims. He promises that mistakes of previous revolutions will not be repeated. Unlike at the turn of the century, when Cuba gained its independence from the Spanish Empire. This time, the United States will not be allowed to assert itself over Cuban affairs. He also tells his audience that Santiago is to be the capital of the new Cuba. The decision isn't in his gift, and it never actually comes to pass.

Havana remains the capital city. But it's a sign of what Castro assumes is within his grasp. To define the meaning of the revolution. And to reshape Cuba as he sees fit. Castro's deputies race to Havana. But he stays back. His guerrillas have strong backing in Oriente. For the past two years that's where he and his followers have been building support.

Yet Cubans elsewhere are not all sold. Many had backed the war against Batista. But let these young radicals, many of whom are communists, take over the government. That's something else altogether. Castro's biographer, Jonathan Hanson. What's the state of the revolution? The answer is it is up for grabs.

The military battle was fairly won by the end of 1958, but the revolution was hardly consolidated. In fact, it wasn't consolidated. And you could argue that it's still not consolidated. But Fidel has a plan. So it's January 1st. He makes a big speech in Santiago and then he heads to Havana. How does he go? Does he go by plane?

It takes 45 minutes? No. He basically walks and he takes the entire country with him and they just greet him yard by yard. It starts in Oriente province and people come out and he gets all of this adulation and And they take those people literally, and they go by foot to Havana, just building, building, building the enthusiasm and the uproar, so that however many days later, when they arrive in the capital,

the people are with him, at least for the time being. As he goes, Fidel stops for interviews with pretty much anyone who wants one. He is unswervingly on message. He is a Cuban nationalist, not a communist. The aim of the revolution is to restore democracy, the liberal constitution of 1940, and Cuban sovereignty. On January the, Fidel's caravan of revolutionary fervor eventually reaches Havana.

He rides into the city atop a tank. Alongside him are Camilo Cienfuegos, a trusted comrade, and Uba Matos, the guerrilla commander who delighted Fidel a few months earlier by flying a plane load of weapons from Costa Rica directly to their camp in the mountains. Matos will never forget the moment he entered the city alongside Castro. The parade going into Havana was huge. The whole of Cuba watched it. The people were delirious. They looked at Fidel as if he was a god. They were all clapping because everyone

took part. Not just the guerrillas of the 26th of July movement, but students, Catholics, Protestants. Everyone played their part. Among the crowds is Eduardo Saez-Basan, a former schoolmate of Fidel's. We last heard from Eduardo in episode 2. He described how good life had been for him in 1950's Havana. His grandfather had once been a senior figure in the Batista government. For that reason, Eduardo is extremely anxious when he hears that Batista has fled. Being associated with the old regime

is not at all desirable. Yet on the 8th of January, 1959, even he is excited to see Fidel's tank grinding its way through the heart of Havana. It was magnificent. I had an apartment where Castro and his men passed by, and it was unbelievable. Everybody was applauding. The streets were full of people, happy people.

In the eight days that it took him to go from Oriente province to Havana, he was saying all of the right things. I would say 95% of the people were sympathetic to the Cuban Revolution. Without any formal position himself, Castro appoints a president, Manuel Urrutia, a liberal Democrat. Urrutia forms a cabinet, moderate, centrist, committed to honest government, Cuban sovereignty, and the alleviation of poverty. Fidel points to this as proof that the revolution is not a communist takeover. To anyone who'll listen, he reminds them that it was the old dictator Batista who gave Sucker to the far left, not him.

He has a point. Many years earlier, the Wiley general had legalized Cuba's Communist party. In return, they delivered him a block of working-class support. Even in the darkest depths of Batista's time in power, In return, they delivered him a block of working class support. Even in the darkest depths of Batista's time in power, it seemed the communists were in his pocket. But Batista is gone, and Fidel's finding startling ways of bringing communists into the revolutionary fold. In the name of national unity, every political party is dissolved, all except for the PSP,

Cuba's Communist Party. It's only fair, says Red to the core Shegevara. The PSP fought fearsomely for the revolution, he claims. Though that's not how many other revolutionaries remember it. To them, the struggle had always been about ousting Batista, not elevating Karl Marx. Fidel insists that he wants no power for himself. He is to be a steward, a midwife to the new Cuba. What he really yearns for, he says, is to return to Oriente to work with the poor. But if you catch sight of him in Havana, January 1959, he'd be forgiven for not instantly seeing a man of plainness and humility.

Back in the capital for the first time in three and a half years, he basks in newfound fame and adoration. As he drives around the city in his Jeep, he's given the rock star treatment. Hundreds of thousands of people turn up to hear him speak in public. Historian and author Alex von Tunzelmann. He formed very few very deep relationships with people through his life. Incredibly private person. And I think in a sense you can see a manifestation of that in his relationship with the crowd.

For him to speak to a crowd was itself a sort of form of intimacy. He obviously got this kind of energy from it. People loved to hear him speak. They did turn out in huge numbers for him to do so. He saw this crowd as the kind of embodiment of what he wanted Cuba to be, this kind of, you know, nationalistic, powerful, virile force. And then he would get off stage and be this very shy man. For a new headquarters, he requisitions the 23rd floor of the luxurious Hilton Hotel, swiftly renamed the Havana Libre. The hotel becomes a madly eclectic scene,

a microcosm of this singular time and place. Castro's guerrillas rub shoulders with American tourists, grizzled foreign journalists, and senior diplomats. Watching these interactions each day is Ileana Yaza. In time, Ileana will work for the revolutionary government, a passionate follower of Castro's rule. But in 1959, she's an 18-year-old working in a gift shop on the ground floor of the Havana Libre.

Every morning, Fidel would come down and talk to the American tourists in order to explain to them why the revolution came with the support of the people. And everybody wanted to meet him. So all the American tourists surrounded him just as if he were something out of space. And Fidel has a very strong personality. I would say he would electrify the tourists. Ileana is electrified too.

Day after day she watches him hold court. To his captive hotel audience he decries US dominance in Cuban affairs. Every one of these speeches was a lesson of history of my country. And it was opening my brain. Actually, I realized that I had been brainwashed my first lighting years or 18 years. I had been brainwashed by the American culture, by the American ideology, all that.

One day, Ileana even manages to strike up a conversation with him. He responds warmly, referring to her as Rubita, meaning blondie. It's a flash of the personal charisma that is Fidel's trademark. There I was, an 18-year-old girl, and I just said Fidel. And he looked towards the voice, and he turned to me and I will never forget, and he said, yes, Ruita, what do you want from me? Meeting him changed my whole life because I said, this is what I need to know.

This is the man that I need to follow. In the hotel lobby Fidel is all twinkling charm. Elsewhere he's a different animal altogether. In a campaign of what he calls revolutionary justice, a tsunami of vengeance is brought down upon Batistianos, those deemed to be complicit in the crimes of the old dictator General Batista. Hundreds of Batistianos are in the crimes of the old dictator General Batista. Hundreds of Batistianos are arrested for crimes against the people. Righteous zeal sweeps the island. Many ordinary Cubans are fueled by an anger towards not just the Batista regime, but the

long years of corruption, injustice, and abuses of power. They thirst for retribution. They look to Fidel as the strongman to deliver it. Trials are held, some in front of thousands of spectators at Havana's sports stadium. Guilty verdicts tumble forth. Carlos Ayer, eight years old at the time, watches the sentences being carried out. Executions were on television, live, and you could hear the crowd shouting, parillon, parillon, to the wall, to the wall, put them against the wall, shoot them all. Sometimes they'd be replayed, so I saw plenty of images of people being shot. It's amazing how quickly human body crumbles. That's a childhood memory is,

oh my, when you get shot full of bullets, your body falls down really fast. It was very, very disturbing. Professor Lillian Gader of the University of Florida. And so these trials are happening and people are getting shot and there were lots of critics abroad who argued that University of Florida. And so these trials are happening and people are getting shot. And there were lots of critics abroad who argued that this was evidence that it was already a dictatorship.

And Fidel called the government to pay for the trips of more than 300 foreign journalists to come to Cuba for a week and to witness the trials themselves. And during that process, which is called Operation Truth, he called on the Cuban people to all show up one day right before the presidential palace, and then he will address them from the balcony. And it will show to the world just how popular these policies are. And about a million, maybe a million and a half people showed up. Among the multitudes that late January day

is the American photographer Andrew St. George. He spent eight months in the mountains capturing Castro's rule of his guerrilla kingdom in Oriente province. Today he's here to document the emergence of Fidel, the preeminent figure in the new Cuba, the face and voice of the revolution. Fidel takes to the balcony. The crowd roars. On the adjoining balcony, Andrew St. George teeters precariously on the ledge. He contorts himself to capture the full scene before him. Fidel is flanked by his key supporters, his brother Raúl, Che Guevara, Camilo Cienfuegos. Below sways a sea of the Cuban people. St. George takes photo after photo. One of them captures a moment that Lillian Guerra believes to be pivotal to

Fidel Castro's story, and by extension to millions of his fellow Cubans. Fidel says, I'm going to take a boat. Who's with me? And he raises his hand. And all these people raise their hands, and Fidel looks back at his supporters. And that's when Andrew St. George takes this picture. And you know, you see on Fidel's face, like, oh my God, I've become a God.

Over the next few weeks, Castro strives for omnipresence. In February, he appoints himself prime minister. Soon he has a grip on every branch of government. So that's my response to how does Fidel become the revolution. First he's an escape of all because no matter where you were you're walking down the street you're listening Fidel Castro's voice, you're seeing him on TV, people are talking about him. So he saturates the public discourse and the public space with his own voice. The second thing is that he creates for himself a number of positions.

By May of 1959, literally the man is the head of 16 different state agencies. So yeah, institutionally and then discursively, the revolution doesn't really exist without him. With his finger in every pie, Fidel unfurls the revolutionary agenda. Rents for low-cost properties are slashed. Wages for the lowest paid jobs are increased. Public utilities suppliers are ordered to reduce their prices. Perhaps most significantly, land reform begins.

Cuba's biggest landowners are forced to hand tranches of their property to the state. Though they are compensated for this via government bonds, the land is then dished out to peasants. American landowners in Cuba are panicked. They stand to lose many millions of dollars. They brand the new laws as the communist edicts of a tyrannical regime. Other landowners affected by the reforms include

the owners of Castro's family plantation. The eldest Castro brother, Ramon, never part of the revolutionary movement, publicly castigates his little brother's policy. Ramon, however, is in the minority. Land reform is enormously popular. Even staunch capitalists seem to be in favor. Private fundraising campaigns amass millions of dollars to pay for farming equipment to help peasants cultivate their new land. Seizing property is also employed as a method of retribution against Batista and his former allies. Great public auctions of art, furnishings, and homeware take place. Even Batista's solid gold phone, a gift from the US ambassador, goes under the hammer. Racial prejudice is identified as detrimental to change. Fidel

urges the people to cast racism out. The revolution, he tells them, must take place not only in the law books, but in every Cuban heart. But the hearts of many Cubans are filled with fear. Eduardo Sáez-Bazán, so hopeful in January, by spring is fatally disillusioned. For him, Fidel shows his true colors during a trial of 45 members of the Cuban Air Force. Each man stands accused of war crimes, involvement in a total of 600 bombing raids against the Cuban people on Batista's orders. The trial takes place in a military tribunal in Oriente province,

Castro's home turf. The three presiding judges are all Fidel's men. It seems a foregone conclusion. The evidence is compelling. So when the defendants are acquitted, nobody can quite believe it, quit it. Nobody can quite believe it, especially Fidel. As Eduardo explains, When Castro heard that they had been declared innocent, he went into television and said that that could not be, that there had to be a second trial. And then in that second drive, they were sentenced to 20 to 30 years in prison. Fidel Castro was a lawyer. He knew perfectly well that under Cuban law, a man cannot be charged twice for the same crime. So he was breaking the law.

That's when I realized this guy doesn't respect the law. This guy is going to be a disaster for the Cuban people. has a fresh lineup. Pick any two breakfast items for $4. New four-piece French toast sticks, bacon or sausage wrap, biscuit or English muffin sandwiches, small hot coffee, and more. Limited time only at Participating Wendy's Taxes Extra. The U.S. government watches with concern. To them, it looks like Cuba is sliding

towards communist dictatorship. As tensions with the Soviets ratchet even higher, having a possible Marxist threat so close to home would be most unwelcome. So when news comes through that Castro is coming to town, Washington is perturbed. The invitation comes not from the White House, but from the American Society of Newspaper Editors. U.S. journalists are as keen as ever to get their fix of Fidel. Everywhere he goes, he's interviewed and photographed. Newspapers, radio, television, they all want a piece of him. The public seems to love him, too. People flock to hear him speak.

He's hailed as the young voice of freedom for the whole of Latin America. When it comes to the suits in Washington, the response is notably cooler. Dwight Eisenhower is washing his hair when Castro comes to town. Over the presidential equivalent, an important round of golf suddenly appears in his diary. Rather than an invitation to the White House, Fidel is palmed off onto Vice President Richard Nixon. On April the 19th, Castro in his trademark olive green uniform arrives at Nixon's office in the Capitol building in Washington, D.C. The venue is loaded with unsubtle symbolism.

The fount of American democracy. Its chambers are stuffed with elected representatives. And its democratic elections that Nixon wants to talk about. The meeting is predictably stilted. Nixon is half man, half desk, a charisma-free zone, businesslike and formal. He can appear offhand and unsympathetic at the best of times. When confronted with an ego as large and sensitive as Castro's, there's no chance of any personal chemistry developing.

Fidel finds Nixon condescending and pompous. The VP lectures him on the art of politics. He talks down to him, like a father to his errant son. After two and a half hours, the meeting comes to an end. Fidel couldn't be more relieved. He moans that when Nixon started to talk, nothing could stop him. It's a rare example of Fidel being given a dose of his own medicine. After the meeting, Nixon describes Castro as a person of substance. In reading, Nixon describes Castro as a person of substance. He has those indefinable qualities that make him a leader of men, says the Vice President.

But he also believes Castro to be incredibly naive with regard to the communist threat. Nevertheless, Nixon isn't overly worried. He concludes that it should be possible to keep this Cuban novice in line, to nudge and cajole him into playing by Washington's rules. In public, Fidel continues to dismiss the notion that the revolution is communist in character. He says it's not ideological purity he's interested in, but revolutionary unity. The communists certainly give him that. His rhetoric of social and

economic transformation dovetails with their own, as does his critique of US power in Latin America. As the months roll by, Communist Party members become more and more prominent in public life. Yet, by the middle of 1959, Castro is still strident in denying that the ideology is hijacking the revolution. In fact, he says that any talk of that sort is doing the Americans dirty work for them. Jennifer Lamb, Associate Professor of History at Brown University. Castro certainly was not openly citing any socialist or communist beliefs or policies, but he was increasingly policing declarations of anti-communist sentiment, arguing that

to openly critique the revolution or potentially communist sympathies was effectively tantamount to treason. It was inviting U.S. intervention. A not unreasonable thing to say. I mean, effectively it was, but of course this also became a way of silencing criticism of his rapprochement with the Cuban communists. smart with the Cuban communists. Castro's true leanings are still hotly debated. Some believe he was always a communist at heart. Others suggest that his drift leftwards is born of necessity or expediency. He won this war too quickly.

They were too successful up in the mouth. Doesn't mean he wasn't surrounded by communists. He was Che, Raul, many, many others, but he was not a communist. He became a communist because after winning that battle, they had no political platform because they won too fast. I think he was quite astonished at how quickly he was able to gather to himself the popular support that he was in the first few days of January 1959. So I don't think that Fidel was a communist from day one.

I do think he was an authoritarian from day one. And when I say day one, I mean, I think from the moment that he really tasted the possibility of his power. President Urrutia knows only too well what Fidel can do with that power. In July 1959, the president is getting twitchy. He's seeing Prime Minister Castro replace experienced liberals in his government, with Fidel loyalists and communists sympathizers. Urrutia goes public with his concerns. The revolution is in danger of veering off course, he warns.

Nobody asked for the communist party to take over. Union leaders declare themselves incensed by Uruccia's remarks. They demand his resignation. But Fidel steps into the middle of the argument and wrong-footed everyone. On July 17th, he announces, quite out of the blue, that he, Fidel, is to resign with immediate effect. Such stinging criticism for the president, he says, has made his position untenable. The nation is stunned. The revolution no longer has its leader.

And without Fidel at the helm, who knows what band of pirates could plunder the ship? Perhaps even the Yankee imperialists. Borucha is blindsided and terrified. This was all happening in the lead up to what was called the Concentración Campesina, during which peasants from all over Cuba had been invited to come to Havana. This was supposed to be a kind of historic meeting of urban residents and Cuban peasants in the spirit of kind of bridging over those differences, revolutionary unity, etc. There's a fat chance of revolutionary unity now. Havana is filling up with Fidel's most

ardent supporters, many of them are carrying machetes, proud symbols of their rural roots, but in the right circumstances, also deadly weapons. The news that their heroes being usurped by Urutja, a middle-class city-dwelling capitalist, is enraging. In such situations, Fidel invariably makes the same tactical choice. He gets himself on TV. There's a period in time in 59 and 60, 61, where he would go on TV for hours-long stretches, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning, talking. But the content of those appearances was also reprinted

in Revolución, the main outlet of the revolutionary government, the next day, and many others could access it over radio as well. So there is a way in which he's filling up, consuming all of the media bandwidth in Cuba with these appearances, even before the government takes over the media. in Cuba with these appearances even before the government takes over the media. Tonight, July the 17th, 1959, he walks into a Havana TV studio, ostensibly a marginalized figure, forced out by the political elite.

In reality, he has immense power, and he unleashes every ounce of it against President Arutia. For three hours he plunges the dagger, tightens the noose. This isn't about politics, he says. Not about who's a Democrat and who's a Communist. It's about the revolution. Are you for it or against it? Warming to his theme, Fidel insinuates that Arutia is just the same as every other ruling politician from the bad old days. He's milking the public purse for all he can get. Fidel makes no mention of his suite of the Havana Hilton, nor of his other residences nor the government cars at his disposal. When he pauses to draw breath, the presenter steps in. They read aloud messages they've received from

viewers, all backing Fidel to the hilt. At the presidential palace, Urutia watches aghast. The crowd outside the front gates grows larger and louder. The sound of Cuba's new catchphrase fills the air. Paradón, paradón. Urutia has no choice but to flee before he's put to the wall. In such ways, Castro demonstrates a mastery of the dark arts of modern media. Castro turned to television not only to kind of recount or reflect what was happening, but actually to make things happen.

One of the things I was also trying to understand and thinking about this as reality TV was the experience of watching it as a viewer and what it would have been like to, for example, in the case of one broadcast, watch the Spanish ambassador to Cuba be dismissed from the country on live television. In this instance, Castro is on air condemning the Spanish embassy for, so he claims, undermining the revolution. Aggraved, the ambassador rushes to the studio where he confronts Castro live on air. It's like 60 Minutes meets Jerry Springer. The producers pull the plug. Momentarily, TV screens across the island go black.

The picture comes back up. He's being escorted out. Everybody's applauding for Castro, who's announcing that he's just dismissed the Spanish ambassador from Cuba. And all of these telegrams start rating in from all over the island, basically celebrating

that decision. It becomes a way to make spectatorship itself a political act at a time when the traditional outlets of political participation, traditional electoral democracy, are being dismantled. It's easy to look back and think, well, we've seen this before. But I would argue Castro is one of the first, if not be first, to do it in this way. Fiedel's great political acts double as prime time entertainment. Even those who loathe him, who spit his name, are morbidly drawn to him.

It's this kind of, you know, drama that everybody is participating. You felt like you were part of this government, even though you never voted for it and you had no power really over it. But you felt like for the first time this government is responding to us, and Fidel more than the government is responding to us. And the government is responding to us. Summer turns to autumn. Many revolutionaries who'd once been close to Castro have had their fill. The executions, the absence of democratic elections, Fidel's ubiquity and unchecked

power. It's all a long way from the vision that Castro has been selling over the last six years. At the start of 1959, Uba Matos had stood alongside Fidel as they entered Havana to rapturous acclaim. By October, he's thoroughly disillusioned. He tells Castro he cannot tolerate the growing communist makeup of the regime. He is to resign his post. By Matos' recollection, Fidel dismisses the idea out of hand. He insisted, you cannot leave.

You are the only capable commander from the mountains, and also the people love you. You would cause a lot of damage to the revolution if you leave. We need your loyalty to the revolution. But Matos's mind is made up. On October 20th, he submits his formal letter of resignation. This revolution, he reminds Castro, is intended to be olive green, the colour of Cuban palm trees, not communist red. Within 24 hours, he's under arrest for crimes against the revolution. I was arrested on the 21st.

On the evening of the 22nd, Fidel goes on the television and says that Matos will be executed. They send Emilio Aragonés in the early morning to tell me that, if I have accepted all they have said about me, that I am a traitor and so on, they won't kill me. I can go home and relax. I replied, tell Fidel I am more interested in honor than life. He can kill me. Even if he kills me a hundred times, he won't buy my silence.

The man tried to dissuade me, but I said, You have my answer. For nearly three months, Matos sits in prison. His trial commences on December the 11th. On the 14th, Fidel stands to give evidence. Seven hours of exhausting denunciation later, he retakes his seat. The next day, Matos is found guilty. He's spared execution. Fidel has no desire to make a martyr

of a former ally. The judges sentence him to two decades behind bars. It didn't serve their purposes to kill me. They thought they could soften me with 20 years in prison. In 20 years they broke my bones. They punished me. I protested. I went on hunger strikes. But God wanted me to live and to keep the strength that my parents taught me to have. A week after the arrest, another Castro stalwart, Camilo Cienfuegos, boards a flight headed

to Havana. In mysterious circumstances, the plane crashes. Cienfuegos is killed. To this day, there are those convinced that the accident was orchestrated by either Fidel or Raul Castro. The argument runs that Cienfuegos, hugely popular within the July 26 movement and the wider population, had made himself persona non grata by being an outspoken anti-communist. Hard evidence of the Castro's involvement in the plane crashes scant. But there's no question that by the end of the Castro's involvement in the plane crash is scant. But there's no question that by the end of the first year of the revolution, Fidel is clinging ferociously to the reins of power. As 1960 unfolds, his regime becomes increasingly authoritarian.

As always, he starts with the media. On Christmas Eve 1959, members of the Women's Revolutionary Union, headed by Raoul Castro's wife, hold a public burning of various newspapers deemed to be peddling anti-revolutionary fake news. A few weeks later, Castro gives his backing to an astonishing initiative from the Typographers' trade union. Typographers will now add their own rebuttals at the end of press articles that they consider inaccurate, by which they mean critical of Fidel's government.

When I did my research, I was fully happy to believe that really the communists were just beneficiaries of Fidel Castro's largesse and his pragmatism in needing people who would be loyal unconditionally to him. What I was unprepared to see was the degree to which even the press was in large part nationalized, that is, taken over by typographers unions through efforts and background strategies that were carried out by militants of the Communist Party. Technically, freedom of the press still exists in Cuba. But this is the first step towards state monopoly. And it's not only the media's independence that swiftly eroded.

When you get to the summer of 1960, by then you already have virtually the elimination of independent spaces for participation and for critique. You have eliminated the autonomy even of the university. There is a vote in the faculty where you with the revolutionary policies, or you against them. I think it's 87% of the faculty resigned and they were all denounced in the press because by then the press is in the hands of the government as counter-revolutionaries. in the hands of the government as counter-revolutionaries. Fidel's links to card-carrying communists are not restricted to the island of Cuba. Close bonds are also being formed with the Soviet Union.

Soviet vice-premier Anastas Mikoyan makes a state visit. Fidel and Raul, now the head of Cuba's armed forces, entertain their guests at a hunting lodge. Mikoyan loves every second, fishing in the island's crystal clear waters and cooking their catch on campfires, puffing on cigars and sipping rum late into the night. The trip concludes with a trade deal. Shortly after, Cuba and the Soviet Union establish formal diplomatic relations. The first Soviet ambassador arrives in Havana.

Across the Florida Straits, the United States government looks on alarmed. In Cuba, the U.S. is likewise generating anger and suspicion. Fidel is convinced that the Americans are up to their old tricks. A series of unidentified planes bomb sugar mills in Oriente. They appear to have taken off from Florida. When one crashes, the dead pilot is identified as a US citizen. Then a shocking event accelerates the direction of uneasy travel. So 4th of March 1960, a French-owned vessel called La Cobra was moored in

Havana Harbor and then it was unloading its cargo, which was weapons that Fidel Castro had bought from Belgium. And as this was being unloaded, there was this massive explosion. Seventy-six tons of artillery ammunition tears through Havana harbor. The pier is blown to pieces. Human bodies are tossed into the air. The blast is felt right across the city. Windows smash, buildings shake. Around 100 people are killed. twice as many are injured.

On hearing the explosion, Fidel rushes to the site. He's apoplectic with rage. Fidel absolutely assumed that the CIA had blown this ship up. It's unclear actually, it's not conclusive evidence either way exactly what happened. However, it was a massive, massive incident and at that time when tensions were really building up, it did nothing to help the relationship between Cuba and the United States. Castro's government prints news sheets, explicitly blaming the USA for the incident. Later in the year, Fidel's revolutionary government nationalizes swathes of Cuban industries.

By the end of 1960, the government controls around 80% of the island's economy. This includes all foreign businesses, most of which are American-owned. A week of public celebration follows. A mock funeral procession is staged in Havana. Coffins bearing the names of U.S. corporations are paraded through the streets of the capital. Local people dress up as widows on their way to bury American power. In retaliation, the U.S. institutes a trade embargo. Nothing but food and medicine will now be exported to Cuba. And so it begins.

Cuba is at loggerheads with the superpower next door. The essential dynamics for the ensuing half-century of Cuban public life for said. I always say Castro wanted three things. He wanted respect, he wanted reciprocity, and he wanted recognition from the United States, but also from the world. So when Castro needed a political group able to counter the US undermining of the revolution, all he had was one. There was one big political group that had the influence and the stature capable of helping him resist the United

States, and it was the Communist Party. Pragmatism, ideological conviction, or a simple thirst for power. Whatever his motivation, Fidel is reshaping Cuba in ways that are utterly intolerable for a great many. Thousands join underground resistance movements. Eduardo Saez-Pasán is among them. I began to conspire against development and became part of the underground. It was the MRR, Movimiento de Recuperación Revolucionaria. I did not do anything with any bomb or anything like that. It was just publicity and trying to recruit fellows to become part of our movement. Eduardo spends his time distributing propaganda materials.

But he isn't working alone. His wife, Elena, pregnant with their first child, also participates in subversive activities. She hides anti-Castro leaflets under her maternity clothes to evade detection. Castro leaflets under her maternity clothes to evade detection. A friend of mine who was an officer of the Castro police approached me and said, I'm going to do you a favor. I want you to know that we know that you are conspiring against the government, so be careful because you're going to be in prison if you change your ways. So I went to Havana."

In the capital, Eduardo goes to see his old priest. He tells him that many young people are fleeing the island. Most are headed for the United States, where secret plots are taking shape. Eduardo and Elena decide that they too must leave. Their destination is just over the water in Miami. Eduardo heads off first. Elena follows a few days later. I left September the 26th, 1960 for Miami in a tourist visa, and the moment that I arrived in Miami I asked for political asylum. He has with him one suitcase of clothes, $25, two boxes of Cuban cigars, and a plan to return home very soon.

In fact, there are thousands of angry young Cubans in Florida with precisely the same design. And the U.S. government is welcoming them with open arms. Inside the corridors of power, Washington is plotting the fall of Fidel Castro. These top-secret plans are stranger than fiction, and more outlandish than anything Castro himself has ever attempted. In the next episode. With first-hand testimony, we tell the story of one of history's most notorious military failures. A botched assault, featuring Cubans attacking their own island.

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