The Motorcycle Diaries


"I saw Motorcycle diaries tonight, on the 37th anneversery of El Che’s
capture. I cried through the entire movie. Not so much for the loss of his
physical presence on this earth as for the death of my innocence. I have been
changed by the world, by his world, as seen through his eyes and my own.

I feel El Che’s presence with me, gnawing at me every day like a cold wind
that bites through a wool sweater. I feel as he did, and I feel guilt for not
having his courage.

I miss him, not as an untouchable physical being, but as a sentiment almost
forgotten in the world.

Thanks to those who brought the Motorcycle Diaries to the scene, this
sentiment is being felt once again around the world.

As I heard people reacting to the movie, I was filled with pride in El
Comandante and in all of those who have struggled for a just world."

Hasta La Victoria Siempre.

Dawn Gable, EEUU

Contributed story @ Has the world changed you?

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3 thoughts on “The Motorcycle Diaries

  1. That anyone would weep for such a murderous thug and aspire to his level of “courage” is a tragedy in itself. Here’s a bit of a synopsis of Che’s “glorious” career, courtesy Jay Nordlinger:

    “Listen to what Lincoln Diaz-Balart, the Miami congressman, has to say about Che. I doubt the New York Public Library would trust it — but you can: “Guevara was an Argentinian loser who alleged he was a doctor even though he couldn’t give a simple flu shot. What he was good at was killing people, and he became one of history’s cruelest serial killers. He was Castro’s primary henchman, murdering hundreds of innocent people without due process, usually finishing off the work of the mass-production firing squads with shots to the back of the neck. He was and will always be the most despicable, disgusting figure of the Castro killing machine, the foreigner who was made a serial killer of Cubans by Castro, and got great pleasure from his role.”

    Indeed, he did. Guevara, famous as he is — famous as his mug is — is little known. He was, as Diaz-Balart says, Castro’s number-one revolutionary thug. He presided over those summary executions at La Cabaña — the old fortress that Guevara commandeered — and he very much enjoyed administering the coup de grâce. He also enjoyed parading people past El Paredón, the reddened wall against which the victims were killed. Viva Cristo Rey! (“Long Live Christ the King!”) they would sometimes yell.

    Remember this, too: Guevara founded the labor-camp system, in which countless Cubans — judged “deviant” by the regime — would suffer and die. This is the Cuban gulag; it is Che’s legacy.

    Oh, how our “liberals” love him — always have. Why? Well, I’m no psychologist, but Guevara was pure, in a way. He was willing to drench his hands in blood, to do the necessary revolutionary work. He was no salon liberal; he wasn’t a theoretician. He was a bold, romantic man of action. Don’t stand there, dithering, gimme that gun! Bang.”

    As one reviewer noted: “Terrorists are not cool even if they ride motorcycles.”

    I myself look forward to the next implosion of the communistic fantasy, in Cuba.

  2. Zippy, sure… all of that is true, but…

    DUDE HE RODE A MOTORCYCLE!!! Like, through some jungles and stuff. That makes everything else okay?!? Don’t be so anti-anti-establishment man. Che’s mug is on t-shirts worn by people who are sticking it to the man while drinking their Starbucks lattes.

    You don’t understand… man! You don’t know what it’s like to ride a motorcycle and find yourself!

    Blah. Sure, Che’s initial ideals may have been insprirational and even admirable. But what he became, in fact, was a monster in a repressive brutal regime. Cuba is no utopia, and Che is no hero.

  3. Marxism and Che are both dead, fortunately. Unfortunately, some people haven’t got the word yet, and they continue to try to sieze power by killing those who don’t agree with them. Eventually all these “revolutionaries” will get old, die off, and be forgotten. One would hope they would be forgotten even sooner than that, but they get a lot of help from media executives who forget that line of Lenin’s: “The capitalists will sell us the rope we will use to hang them.”

    It’s ironic that some who wish to be seen as ground-level activists by promoting revolution in Latin America (via posts on the Internet), apparently live in the safety and comfort of California, drawing salaries from university jobs.

    Viva Cristo Rey!

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