I Became Stalin chapter 268

I became Stalin chapter 268

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On the other hand, there were places where American domination worked better.

“Execution!”

Dozens of crates fell off the ship and into the sea. Boxes were already piled up on the shallow beach.

On top of that, the oiled warships opened fire and burned the chests to pieces.

“More, more! Burn it out!”

“… Yes!”

“Oh my, oh my… what about that… Those bad things… .”

Thousands of people rolled their feet as they watched the sea off the Bay of Pigs where the “disposal of illegally smuggled drugs” was taking place.

Inside those boxes were hundreds of Soviet essential medicines that Cubans had so longed for. However, most of the supplies were confiscated and discarded by the US and Cuban governments, which defined the Soviet Union’s low-priced drug sales as dumping that disrupted the market order.

Remnants of burnt medicine spilled into the jade-colored waters of the Caribbean Sea. Like the tears of people whose eyes are opened and their lifeline is taken away.

“Everyone get away! Hmmm, it’s an object manufactured by an unknown method, so you don’t know what kind of poison it might find! Get everyone back!”

“Hey, if toxic substances come out, is it okay to release them in the sea like that?”

While proceeding with the disposal of the confiscated drugs, the people in power, surprised by the people who reacted wildly unexpectedly, rushed to attach the reasons.

There were reports that the manufacturing process was not verified and that toxic components were detected. But the public wasn’t stupid, nor was it stupid enough to know that all those excuses were excuses.

“You bastards, you bastards… .”

“Wow! Wow! Get away! Everyone go home!”

Even as they turned around leaving behind the slanderous soldiers, people were terrified of swearing at the government and the military.

The liberal regime of Cuban President Carlos Prio Socarras was weak.

Despite being elected, radical left student groups demanded socialism and shaken the regime, and far-right pro-American collaborators clamored for the president to listen to what the US told him to do. The government, which tried to emphasize civil and political freedom in its own way, was shaken by waves from both sides.

At the same time, the United States was deeply concerned about the socialist movement spreading in South America, and had no intention of watching the Soviet Union reach out under the pretext of “humanitarianism” in Cuba, right in front of it.

Only after succumbing to pressure from US capitalists and governments did the Cuban government agree to scrap the drug. No, I couldn’t help but agree.

What if you don’t agree? The weak power base and lack of legitimacy of Latin American governments made them not even dare to resist in front of the United States.

Even Sokaras, the first Cuban native, who was elected in a democratic-equal election, renounced his political independence and chose to kneel in front of the wretched US diplomacy of inclusion.

“that… dismissal? We got a power supply from Havana.”

“Well? What’s going on? It would be difficult if I told you to stop disposing of it… .”

“It’s not… Hmmm, it looks like a coup has taken place.”

“What???”

* * *

“In the face of a state of emergency, where unrest is increasing both inside and outside the country, the military has decided that a weak government cannot take on the important role that will lead Cuba’s future. Declaring martial law for this… .”

Thousands of armed forces marched through Havana’s central boulevard. The military and police, who were supposed to stop them, stood still and saluted.

“Long live President Batista! hurray! hurray!”

Some citizens, unable to withstand the terrible “liberal rule” of the past, waved Cuban flags and American flags and shouted hurrah.

Former president Fulhencio Batista, who left Cuba to go to the United States “because I can’t stand the sadness” after the presidential candidate he had pushed was defeated, returned to the capital, Havana, with American support on his back.

The U.S. State Department is now concerned that Cuba might break down the defense line it built in Latin America as it resumes importing Soviet medicines due to public demand. Sokaras faithfully carried out the order to destroy Soviet drugs, but the United States judged his use value was exhausted.

When Batista returned to power, once in a “sergeant’s revolt”, the military welcomed the dictator’s return.

“Wow! Batista! Batista!”

“To Hell the Reds!”

Sokaras did not even dare to antagonize the army, the capitalists, and above all, the American-sponsored Batista.

“Nevertheless, maybe this is the best… .”

It might not be right to expand democracy and industrial development gradually, gradually, rather than become ruins while resisting the United States.

Quite a few elite intellectual liberals in Cuba thought so. The American fist is close, and the idealistic Soviet Union is too far away. Some of the more conservative liberals went a step further and argued:

“When these little bastards with less blood on their heads turn red, the country looks like this!”

Reforms were also taking place in Cuba, of course. The 1944 elections, which overthrew the successor of dictator Batista, and the 1948 elections, in which Cubans were elected. Those who watched this had some faith in the development of history.

There were also a number of people who spread the bipolar theory that Cuba was able to promote democracy because of its strong leadership.

But more people than that had already turned to Ban Mi. Thousands of people simmered and exploded as they threw the drugs into the sea and burned them under the pretext of using drugs that had been used well until now.

“Do you know that if we die, we die, and if we die, we are pigs and pigs!”

“Even if it’s hot when it’s hot, let’s spit it out at least once and beat it!”

People who had already voted once against the Batista regime rushed into the streets and into the streets. Police, soldiers and thugs, who have not yet been given orders to open fire on citizens, took a step back.

“Come on! Everyone go home!”

“Dismiss! If you do not disband, I will fire!”

“United! The people! Don’t lose! united! The people! I will not be defeated!”

When someone started shouting slogans, people started shouting slogans along with them. Almost all of the protesters knew the song that began to spread from mouth to mouth at some point.

“The united people will not be defeated, sing! we will win Flags of solidarity, march forward!”

“Come, my friend. Let’s move forward together! To the red dawn where songs and flags are smashed!”

El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido. A united people will not be defeated! I don’t know who made it, and I don’t know who started singing it, but a song that began to be sung throughout the vast and miserable Central and South America came from Havana.

And there were those who were closely monitoring the situation.

“… Thousands of people have now taken to the streets in the capital. Atmosphere… It is more friendly to us than we thought.”

“Now is the right time! If you can’t take it now… .”

“We still lack the capacity! The revolutionary capacity could be blown away at once… A reckless attempt!”

The situation in the capital, the capabilities of the underground revolutionary circle, and whether the masses will respond to the radical armed struggle.

As Gabron-eul-bak became loud and pointed, the person sitting at the top of the table lightly tapped the table. As soon as the audience became quiet, he spoke softly.

“Then, if not now, when?”

“… .”

“But, comrade, if we make the wrong choice at this stage, exhaust our revolutionary capacity, and fail to respond properly when the real time comes… You can be a sinner of history. Remember the Narodniks!”

“Then when is the bandit? What must happen to determine the right time?”

The young man sitting at the top took control of the crowd with a low voice. Those who raised the objection only half-closed their eyes and let out a muffled voice.

“Yes. The Narodniki failed. They were tainted with reactionary nostalgia, had no real vision, no force, no organization. Above all, they did not even understand what the core contradictions of this society were.”

The so-called “Narodniki” (popularists) who had proposed the “Bnarod Movement” before the Russian Revolution failed miserably. They shouted out into the people, but did not even understand what kind of people they were, the serfs who made up most of Russia, and eventually they collided with the wall of harsh reality and collapsed.

In their failure, Lenin pointed out the core contradictions of the state, seizing power and establishing the Soviet Union at once.

The young man at the top was talking about it. What is the core contradiction of this society!

“The Russian Empire was plagued by powerless and corrupt dictatorships and wars with foreign countries. We are? What is the bondage of the times upon us!”

“United States of America! Imperialism!”

“Right! Death to them!”

The young man nodded and looked around the crowd. People burst into tears as if overwhelmed with emotion.

“They are now once again wielding a vicious and vicious grip. Even the most blunt ones can’t keep their eyes off the detox that America and imperialism are doing to this land! The revolution has already succeeded in this way. When no one can deny the changes the revolution will bring!”

The young man, who raised his clenched fists to the sky, now jumped up and vomited his enthusiasm to the crowd.

“The revolution succeeds when the people themselves realize that change is necessary. Over 30% of the country’s people live in horrendous poverty. Americans, imperialists, turned our beautiful beaches into casinos, and our sisters into whores who throw flower pots for a few pennies.”

Las Vegas in the Caribbean. Cuba was such a place. Inland and rural areas produce sugar for Americans, and coastal towns provide entertainment for Americans and the rich worldwide.

American mafia and local gangs colluded to take the land of honest peasants. In its place were brothels, casinos and drug farms. Those who devoted their lives to cultivating the fields became slaves to the plantation, their sons became gangsters, and their daughters became prostitutes.

“It doesn’t matter what filthy charges they charge us. Let’s go, to the Moncada Barracks! History will acquit us!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

In a small hideout in Santiago de Cuba, 750 kilometers from Havana, Fidel Castro exclaimed.

The Moncada Barracks, where government troops were stockpiled, were nearby. More vulnerable because a large number of troops had been drawn up for Batista’s coup. Thousands of people’s guns and ammunition were there.

“After the raid on Moncada, we will go to Maestra and fight guerrillas against the government forces.”

The rugged Maestra Mountains, reaching 2,000 meters above sea level, made it difficult for the military to search. Especially if it’s a handful of guerrillas that aren’t as big as a company.

And there were people. Those who groan from oppression and long for liberation.

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