Why we chose immigration, what we left behind and what I learned from this
Immigration, among other choices, are sometimes difficult to understand. But they also represent defining moments that make us – as well as those around us – who we are.
It’s a simple axiom: The choices we make help define us.
When I was a year old, my mother and father, for example, made what must have been the most difficult choice of their lives. They decided to leave their native Cuba, and they remain an inspiration to me because of this.
My father could have stayed in Cuba when Fidel Castro took power and become one of the “chosen ones” in the new regime. His brother, Armando Hart, was selected to be the first Minister of Education for Cuba under Castro and later served as Cuba’s Minister of Culture.
Instead of sacrificing his own personal morals and ideals, my father chose a greater path. He was detained for a time because his beliefs and values were different from those of most Cuban citizens, including several of his own family members. He and my mother believed in a system that was not completely controlled by the government. They believed in a system that rewards hard work and takes care of its citizens. They believed in a way of life that supports individual vision as opposed to a government whose singular vision left no room for individual beliefs or values.
That’s why we chose immigration.
Life hasnt been easy for my parents. It was painful for them to leave their country, their friends, their families, their books and their customs, all because a dictator took power. My father and grandfather told stories about the horrors of living in a nation with a leader who viciously struggled to hold onto power. A regime that generates thousands of exiles is not a “Martiano” regime. (“Martiano” is derived from the Cuban hero José Julián Martí Pérez. Martí is considered one of the great turn-of-the-century Latin American intellectuals.)
The regime failed to create a unified nation. Instead, its policies went against the fundamental principles of the pursuit of happiness and individuality. My parents chose to escape the widespread injustice that followed.
The so-called “humanistic” revolution was neither humane nor revolutionary. Moreover, like its predecessor, the present regime disrespected the most basic civil rights and offered nothing but a terrible mix of manipulative promises, and it has no tolerance. The permanence of power is its sole strategy. There’s no doubt that history will condemn this system. Experience has taught me the value of individual freedom and the right to free elections, which is fully consistent with the beliefs of my family.