Exposing the Real Che Guevara: And the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him
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The perfect conservative contrast to the upcoming movie about Che.
Hollywood, Madison Avenue, and the mainstream media celebrate Ernesto ?Che? Guevara as a saint, a sex symbol, and a selfless martyr. But their ideas about Che ? whose face adorns countless T-shirts and posters ? are based on the lies of Fidel Castro?s murderous dictatorship.
Che?s hipster fans are classic ?useful idiots,? the name Stalin gave to foolish Westerners who parroted his lies about communism. And their numbers will only increase after a new biopic is released this fall, starring Benicio Del Toro.
But as Humberto Fontova reveals in this myth-shattering book, Che was actually a bloodthirsty executioner, a military bumbler, a coward, and a hypocrite. In fact, Che can be called the godfather of modern terrorism.
? How he longed to destroy New York City with nuclear missiles.
? How he persecuted gays, blacks, and religious people.
? How he loved material wealth and private luxuries, despite his image as an ascetic.
Are Che fans like Angelina Jolie, Jesse Jackson, Carlos Santana, and Johnny Depp too ignorant to realize they?ve been duped? Or too anti-American to care?
“delinquent”—in other words, a Cuban college student from the sixties who finds himself in exile today. “I’d loved to have seen these Sorbonne and Berkeley and Berlin student protesters with their ‘groovy’ Che posters try their ‘antiauthority’ grandstanding in Cuba at the time. I’d love to have seen Che and his goons get their hands on them. They’d have gotten a quick lesson about the ‘fascism’ they were constantly complaining about—and firsthand. They would have quickly found themselves sweating
province in a decrepit old yacht, the Granma, a rebel found Che lying comatose in the boat’s cabin. He rushed to the commander. “Fidel, looks like Che’s dead!” “Well, if he’s dead, then throw him overboard,” replied Castro.1 Guevara, suffering the combined effects of seasickness and an asthma attack, stayed on board. Baptism of Fire Guevara’s condition did not immediately improve upon landfall. At one point, he declared: “Doctor! I think I’m dying!”2 That was “doctor” himself, Ernesto Che
without even notifying his family. “I arrived once more in the United States broke and minus a passport,” recalls Diaz-Verson. “But at least I wasn’t lying in a mass grave.” Notice the “once more.” Just six years earlier, Diaz-Verson had come briefly to the United States on the strong advice of Batista’s police, who’d been harassing him for his services as intelligence consultant to Carlos Prio, the Cuban president Batista ousted with his coup in 1952. Diaz-Verson hadn’t actually feared for his
Che’s dreams may have been, as utopian as a world of peace and plenty for all may seem, no social justice is possible without a vision like Che’s.” “Complete horseshit!” erupted again from a little knot now moving through the flustered crowd toward the front of the room and the flustered panelists. “Complete crap!” blurted someone as the group bustled to the stage. “Che Guevara was a murdering swine!” one shouted. “He was a coward, too!” barked another. “Yes, a murderer—but also a patsy and a
“Farewell Letter to Fidel.” “I have lived magnificent days at your side, and feel a tremendous pride in having served beside you,” Che wrote. “Rarely has statesmanship shone as brilliantly as yours . . . I am also proud of having followed you without hesitation, identifying with your way of thinking. I thank you for your teachings and for your example. My only mistake was not to have recognized your qualities as a leader even earlier,” on and on, in an unrelenting obsequiousness that would shame