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Interviews with Berta Soler

Interviewed November 22, 2024

On [March] 18 [2003], my husband [Angel Moya Acosta] went to Pedro Betancourt, Matanzas – his birthplace – because his mother had suffered a stroke. There he learned that the Sigler Amaya brothers, who were also activists, were being raided. He went to their place and was told, “Leave, this does not concern you. It concerns those who met with the Ambassador at the U.S. Interests Section in Havana.” Angel stayed there.

He learned that they also detained Ivan Hernandez Carrillo, also from Matanzas. He called to tell me what was occurring and that he would return to Havana the next day. He arrived the next day around noon. When I arrived around three o’clock he said, “They have detained many, more than 50. What is happening?”

My daughter was at a painting class. I left to pick up my son from school. My son went to get bread. The ration book allows one [loaf] per person and it costs only half a peso. By five in the afternoon if he was not busy; my husband typically would go to exercise or would run along the coast. He put on his gym clothes and he went jogging.

He got to the corner of our building when he was detained. Less than five minutes had passed when he returned and said, “I have visitors. These men are here to arrest me. I am not leaving wearing gym clothes.” I thought it would be like the other times when he had been detained and he was released within one or two days.

They took my husband and in less than 10 days he and all the rest had had a summary trial. Many did not even have a right to speak with their attorneys prior to the trial. The trial was a show by the government. My husband’s took place on April 7, 2003, in Havana’s municipality of Diez de Octubre, from 10 a.m. until 7 p.m. Members of the Cuban Communist Party and the State Security were present. The only family members present were his brother, sister-in-law, and me.

He was condemned to 20 years imprisonment. As we exited, the State Security agents said, “We will allow you and your brother-in-law to visit with your husband in Villa Marista.” I said no, not if others, including Oscar Elias Biscet, [Miguel] Vargas Tamayo, and [Orlando] Fundora, would not be offered the same visit. The visit was typically allowed within three days. They selected a day of the week when each man could have a five-minute visit with their family.

[Villa Marista is a prison in Havana run by the Ministry of Interior. Many political prisoners have been incarcerated there.]

They said, “No, Berta. You will be granted a visit so that his brother who has not seen him can speak with him.” The issue was that at 3 o’clock, the tribunal received word that my husband’s mother had died but they did not want to say anything until after the trial.

On my way to Villa Marista, I called Angel Pablo Polanco, an independent journalist, to tell him about the trial. He told me that at 3 o’clock, a call was made to notify us about my husband’s mother’s death. Upon arriving at Villa Marista I told them they were cruel, that they could have left the trial for another time and told my husband.

They said I could see him but that I could not let him know what had transpired. I told them that I did not typically cry and that if my husband saw me crying that he would know something was wrong and would worry so I would have to tell him about his mother’s death. It was better for me not to see him.

I slept in the bus terminal to go to Pedro Betancourt, Matanzas, where my mother-in-law had lived, because I did not have money to rent a car. I got there around noon to see my husband and give him a hug and share with him such a terrible pain. But it was not possible.

At daybreak on April 8, my husband was taken to the funeral home without being told about her death. He thought he was being taken to see her because she could not see him in prison. He was being held far away, in Holguin. This was painful and strengthened me to continue a peaceful fight against Castro’s dictatorship.

I visited him four days after the funeral. I said, “I was not able to be with you.” He responded, “It has passed. It is done.” He was at the funeral for only an hour and 15 minutes when they said to him, “Angel, let’s go.” His sister protested that the visit wrt. My husband replied, “Darling, it is enough time. I must leave.” These are things that kill you, that touch you deeply. They are things they do to strike your Achilles’ heel and strengthen you to change the history of Cuba.