During a job interview I was once asked how I felt about Fidel Castro. “I would kill him if given a chance,” was my immediate reply. Castro had, after all, kicked my parents out of Cuba—their beloved island paradise.
Like so many of my generation, my view of Cuban-American relations was colored entirely by the older members of my family. I heard horrific tales of violent torture, constant human rights violations and how Castro stole their youth and homeland. I also heard constant predictions about when Castro would finally die. Unfortunately, Castro outlived many of the relatives who told me those stories.
