By Doyne
Phillips, Managing Editor for Southern Writers Magazine
In 1959
Fidel Castro had overthrown the Batista Regime and took over the government in
Cuba. Our President John F. Kennedy had secretly funded a small group and
attempted the unsuccessful Bay of Pigs invasion. This led to Castro’s
dependence on Russia for protection and the establishment of missile sites that
were well within the reach of a large portion of the United States. The United
States retaliated with a naval blockade and for 13 days in October of 1962 the
world stood ready for an atomic encounter.
I was old enough to remember the terror of an atomic bomb
being launched in our direction. We were prepared or the possibility at school
each day and it was all we heard on the news. Maps were shown pinpointing all
the possibilities and capabilities of the missiles. East coast to west coast,
the gulf to Canada, it was all within Cuba’s reach. Looking back the terror of
it all seemed to last much longer than 13 days.
Later in the 1960’s there started a recurrence of aircraft
hijackings to Cuba. They reached their height between 1968 and 1970 with some
30 flights hijacked in 1968. These were various sizes of aircraft ranging from a
small Cessna 336 to the larger Boeing 720. The hijackings were due to the
travel ban to Cuba as well as a political statement by Cuban loyalist. The
hijackings hit home when a friend of ours Haco Boyd was traveling to an
Insurance Convention in Nassau. Boyd was not only an insurance executive but
the recently elected Mayor of Little Rock, AR. His flight left Miami and they
were hijacked to Havana. There they spent the night and were allowed to return
to Miami the next day. They continued their flight to Nassau without incident.
Haco returned home with a great story which seemed to calm us about the
hijackings.
In 1980 I was working as the Reading Clerk of the Arkansas
State Senate and President Jimmy Carter had
persuaded our young Gov. Bill Clinton
to accept a large number of Cuban refugees. The refugees had been placed in
Fort Chaffee which was an old training area for the National Guard. The number
of refugees has always been disputed but there were somewhere around 19,000.
They had become intolerant of their surroundings and had begun to riot. They
had stormed the gates and headed into the nearby town. Working in the State
house everyday it became evident the concern of the politicians was great. The
fear of the citizens of that area as well as the State caused a rising tide
against the young governor and he lost his bid for re-election. The Cuban
crisis had come home and almost caused Bill Clinton his political career.
I had always wanted to go to Cuba and I suppose the reason I
had was due to the legendary stories I had heard from those who had known Cuba
in the Golden Days. The glamour days of the Havana Clubs, the Casinos, the
people and the easy living was very appealing. I had a neighbor that had served
there while in the Navy. Even on a military salary he had told of living like a
king. He had a house, a car, a twin screw inboard boat and enough time to enjoy
it all. He and others had told of the sport fishing there as being some of the
best in the world. It all sounded great. I have waited for the day that it
would be possible. Maybe it’s just around the corner. Watching the coverage of President Obama’s visit there while
attending the Tampa Bay and Cuba baseball game only gave me greater hope.
Cuban culture has influenced many writers and most notable
of course is Ernest Hemingway’s The Old man and the Sea. I can’t help but believe we will
return again to Cuba for inspiration from its people, culture and beautiful
lands.
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