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Interviews with Fidel Suarez Cruz

Interviewed November 22, 2024

The first part of my arrest was done professionally, without violence. In the middle phase, it became a bit violent, but more so psychologically than physically. I was driven to my home with three members of the National Revolutionary Police. They frisk you for no other reason than to handcuff you. They nearly broke my legs during the search. My house had two circular lines of police agents from the Revolutionary Police and from the Political Police.

One line was on my property and another, made up of people, cars and motorcycles, was more peripheral, more distant. They only lacked planes, helicopters and a dog. They searched me and seized most of my books. I had a small library in my home. It had about 1,000 books of all kinds, including the Complete Works of Lenin. It was a free and open library. My home’s doors were open to whoever wanted to borrow a book. The [police] seized almost all of my books. They put me in patrol car and took me to the Political Police Unit on the San Juan Road in Pinar del Rio Province.

The interrogations begin on the second day of the arrest. From the beginning, I said I would not make any of statement and that if I were to be condemned, it would be in silence. They suggested that I was to be condemned. In fact, not mentioning any names (I mention this so that it is not forgotten) there was a Political Police officer on the street who told me: “Fidel, be prepared. This is for a while, not like the other times”. He alerted me. Perhaps it was intentional to play good cop, bad cop. But at least he warned me.

When I say that I would be punished in silence if that moment arrived, after over a month of detention (the interrogations did not exceed 15 days) they brought me to the Provincial Prosecutor from the Provincial Division of the Pinar del Rio court. The man asks me why I did not want to testify. “I will be punished in silence if it goes to the tribunal”. They took me to the tribunal and I did not make a statement, just a plea. I was classified as and told I was a terrorist. My wife, with my son who was 14 days old, had a Political Police officer assigned to her.

Toward the end of the trial when I am classified as a terrorist, the presiding judge strikes his gavel and says that if accused has anything to say, this was the time to do so. I raised my hand and I was beckoned toward the microphone. I said to the president of the court: “I have been classified as a terrorist.

If what I say here is false, I have signed my death sentence before this Court. But if it is true, you must absolve all of us of charges.” The Chief could not respond. It was impossible. The situation was difficult. There was silence in between. “President of the Court, the only terrorist here is Fidel Castro and the regime you are representing. I am more than a free man.”

They took me back to the Pinar del Rio local prison. That was April 3. Sometime between May 11 and 13 they moved me to the Agüica Prison. There begins another ordeal. I was caught off-guard that it was for so many years, a 25-year sentence.