'The Miami exiles are not anticommunist,' an exile named Carlos M. Luis said one night at dinner in Miami. It was about eleven o'clock, the preferred hour for dinner in those exile houses where Spanish manners still prevail, and there were at the table nine people, eight Cubans and me. There had been before Carlos Luis spoke a good deal of spirited argument. There had been a mounting rhythm of declamation and interruption. Now there was a silence. 'The Miami exiles are not anticommunist,' Carlos Luis repeated. 'I believe this. Anticommunism is not their motivation.'
Feature, 6691 words
To read the full text of this piece, please choose one of the following options:
|
If you are already a subscriber to the Review's electronic edition, please sign in: |
To subscribe to the electronic edition, please press the button below. |
To purchase access to this article for $3, please press the button below. |