Latin American Network Information Center - LANIC


By Armainio Savioli


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[Following is a translation of an interview by Communist reporter
Arminio Savioli with Fidel Castro in the Italian-language
newspaper l'United (Unity), Rome, No. 32, 1 February 1961, pages

Havana, January -- "Do you really want to write that this is
socialist revolution?  All right, write it.  We are not afraid of words.
Do not say, however -- as Americans do -- that there is communism here,
because communism cannot be found even in Russia, after forty years from
the overtaking of power... National middle classes?  Forget about them, my
boy, forget it entirely that national middle classes can still play a
revolutionary role in Latin America...  Yes, I studied Marx's and Lenin's
works even before launching the attack against Cuartel Moncada, in 1953...
A society is divided into classes, there is a class struggle:  these are
unquestionable truths... No, the Americans will not attack us.  Imperialism
is dying, anyway.  It can choose between suicide and natural death.  If it
attacks, it means suicide, a fast and certain death.  If it does not
attack, it can hope to last a little longer..."

I am reporting these sentences, which are the most significant
among those which were told me last night by Fidel Castro, during a
conversation that started at 0200 hours and ended at 0530 this morning.
The Cuban Prime Minister had promised me an interview on last 3 January
during a reception at the presidential palace.  However -- overburdened as
he is by a huge amount of political, military, and diplomatic work, and
intolerant as he is of any formality and detailed planning before
meetings, -- he was unable, or decided not to keep his promise.  Last
night's conversation -- which was very extensive, open-minded, and cordial
-- happened by change. This is how it happened.

At 0100 hours I was at the El Caribe night club, located on the
second floor of the Havana Libre Hotel.  Fifteen jazzmen, six singers, and
ten ballerinas were doing everything they could to entertain eight
customers, including me.  The waiters were yawning all the time.  Boredom
was supreme.  At 0130, the night club glass door was pushed wide open.
Five athletic silhouettes in uniform, with pistols on their waists and
small submachine guns on their shoulders, came in in complete silence (the
carpet eliminated any noise made by the boots), sat around a table and
ordered Coca Cola.

In spite of the darkness (all Cuban night clubs and bars are
almost completely dark), I recognized the heavy and slightly round
shoulders, the tall size, and the black,  Renaissance-like beard of Fidel
Castro.  I moved closer to him, and impolitely lit up a match under his
eyes.  It was me.

- Comandante -- I said -- you promised me an interview.  Let us
set a date right away.

- No chico (chico means boy, and Fidel calls everybody chico,
at least all those who are his friends).  No, please, I hate dates.  Sit
down, let me/rest a while, tomorrow we'll talk about it...

The bodyguards (a fat one in shirt-sleeves, a slim one with an
immobile Velasquez-type Spanish face, and a Negro with a sweet melancholy
lock) were smoking in silence.  Another soldier watched the door.  Waiters
and ballerinas pretended not to see anybody.  The boring performance went
on.  From time to time, Fidel Castro applauded politely.  At 0200 o'clock
he got up.  Then a singer shouted "Viva el caballo!"  El caballo, the
horse, is Fidel Castro.  This is the people's affectionate way of referring
to him because of his indomitable strength.  The Premier went out, thanking
him with a smile.  I followed him.

- Comandante, what about the interview?

- Chico, there are scores of journalists who are waiting...

- Comandante, I have been waiting for a month.

- Ah?  Yes, you are the Italian Communist, the Togliattiano...
[from the name, Togliatti, of the Italian Communist Party Chief].

Fidel Castro smiles, opens his arms and raises his shoulders (a
usual, slightly timid gesture of his).

- All right, let's go.

We go to the Hall of Ambassadors, and sit down at a conference
table under a huge chandelier of unbelievable bad taste.  In a second, ten,
thirty, forty people are around us:  mulatto girl singers with bit eyes
pained in black and blue, waiters, casino croupiers, Latin American

- Comandante, what is the character of the Cuban revolution?

Fidel Castro laughs, lights a cigar, handles it with his small
tanned hands and dark fingernails.

- You newspapermen are crazy for definitions and neat schemes...
You're impossibly dogmatic.  We are not dogmatic...  At any rate, you wish
to write that this is a socialist revolution, right?  And write it, then...
Yes, not only did we destroy a tyrannical system.  We also destroyed the
philoimperialistic bourgeois state apparatus, the bureaucracy, the police,
and a mercenary army.  We abolished privileges, annihilated the great
landowners, threw out foreign monopolies for good, nationalized almost
every industry, and collectivized the land.  We are fighting now to
liquidate once and for all the exploitation of man over man, and to build a
completely new society, with a new class contents.  The Americans (Cubans
say just that, los americanos, to mean the United States) the Americans and
the priests say that this is communism.  We know very well that it is not.
At any rates, the word does not frighten us.  They can say whatever they
wish.  There is a song, which is popular among our peasants, that goes more
or less like this: "Bird of ill omen -- of treason and cowardice -- that
are throwing at my joy -- the word: communism! -- I know nothing about
these 'isms' -- Yet, if such a great welfare conquest -- which can be been
by my own eyes -- is communism, then -- you can even call me a communist!

Q.  Comandante, what do you think about the Popular Socialist
Party, which is the party of Castro communists?

A.  It is the only Cuban party which has consistently called for a
radical change of social structures and relations.  It is true that at the
beginning the communists distrusted me and us rebels.  Their distrust was
justified, their position was absolutely correct, both ideologically and
politically.  They were right in being distrustful because we of the Sierra
who were conducting the guerilla were still full of petit bourgeois
prejudices and defects, in spite of our Marxist readings.  Our ideas were
not clear, although we wished to destroy tyranny and privileges with all
out strength.  Then, we met with each other, we understood one another, and
started to work together.  The communists have shed much blood and heroism
for the Cuban cause.  At present, we continue to work together in a loyal
and brotherly way.

Q.  According to your opinion, following the latest developments
of the Cuban revolution, has the historical outlook for Latin America
changed?  In other words, do you believe that the Cuban example can and
must be followed by other peoples on the Continent?

A.  Yes, I think so.

Q.  Do you mean to say, then, that other peoples should take up
arms in order to overturn governments that are either dictatorial or sold
out to the United States?

A.  yes, we hope that others will follow our example.  In
conclusion, we are all one people, we speak the same language, from the Rio
Grande to Petagonia, and have shared a common history, which can be summed
up in a few words:  exploited as colonies first by Spain, and then by the
United States.  All that is going to stop.  There are countries -- hold it,
don't write this down, because I don't want to create international
incidents -- there are countries where revolutionary spirit, patriotism
and hatred against imperialism are much stronger, livelier, and more
profound than they were in Cuba three years ago.  A revolution will break
out simultaneously in many Latin American countries, which will destroy
prejudices, regionalism and provincialism.  Latin America will then become
just one, great, free, civil and independent nation.  The Chinese were more
divided among themselves than we are, with different dialects and even
languages, and a multiplicity of nationalities.  And yet, the Chinese
revolution is one and indivisible.

Q.  Much is being said on "national ways" and on alliances...  Do
you believe that national-minded middle classes can still play a positive
role in Latin American revolutions?

A. I don't believe so, I never did.  It is true that there are
groups of industrial bourgeoisie which are against, at times very much
against, imperialism, because of competition.  But these same groups hate
the workers even more, for class reasons.  Between U.S. monopolies and
national bourgeoisies there can be temporary conflicts and skirmishes, not
a true all-out struggle.  There is no historical incompatibility between
them.  Our national bourgeoisie here at home is complacent and coward, and
always ready to concede to imperialism which is conclusion keeps it alive
and gives it help and arms to be used against social revolutions.  National
bourgeoisie sleep, just as the Cuban bourgeoisie used to sleep.  Privileged
classes can no longer participate in true revolutions, least of all lead
them, in our century.  Believe me, this is the truth.

Q.  What are, then, in your opinion, the forces which have the
historical task of organizing revolutions in Latin America?

A.  The industrial and agricultural proletariat, the peasants, the
small bourgeoisie, above all the intellectuals.  I do not wish to encourage
factionalism.  Nor do I deny that some layers of the national bourgeoisie
can support, in part and temporarily, certain revolutionary events.  I
grant that some children of the bourgeoisie can enter the ranks of the
people, participate in revolutions, and even direct them, as conscious
individuals, armed with a revolutionary theory (after all, even I am the
son of great landowners!).  Yet, I am reasoning from a class viewpoint.
There is no longer anything good we can expect from the national
bourgeoisie as a class.  The same goes for national armies.  Revolutionary
and patriotic officers can be found, but professional and caste armies are
like a cancer that must be uprooted from Latin America.  If the armies are
not destroyed, there can be no true governments of the people, and social
reforms cannot be enacted.  At the first smell of an even modest reform,
the army intervenes and paralyzes everything.  And when a corrupt
government is on its way out, and a revolution is in sight, there comes the
army again with a state coup and with a new government which is worse that
the one that preceded it.  These are the lessons of our history.

Q.  In some countries, however, the national bourgeoisie is very
strong.  It will not be easy to overturn it, together with the landowners,
the generals, the oligarchic cliques, and the overlords...

A.  Also in Cuba, the feudal-bourgeois group way very strong.  It
controlled everything: the army, the press, the judiciary, the radio,
schools, universities, the police, everything.  Yet, we won.  Armed and
well organized workers, peasants and students:  this is the only
revolutionary force of this Continent.

Q.  Comandante, what is the socialist camp's contribution to the
Cuban revolution:

A.  My boy, what would have happened to us had Khruschev not sent
us oil and brought our sugar?  And had the Czechs not sent weapons to
defend ourselves, and machines, spare parts and technicians?  We have here
two or three hundred Soviet technicians, great workers, correct, kind, true
brothers.  The USSR is gambling on her peace, in spite of here twenty
million dead of the last war, is compromising her peace and prestige in
order to defend us, a small island.  And it is doing this with not strings
attached, without asking for anything.  And you ask me what I think of the
socialist camp?  They are our friends.

Fidel's voice is hoarse, but the indomitable caballo resists,
jokes, laughs, speaks rapidly, and concisely, by using vernacular
expressions which makes his eloquence more down to earth, and so different
from the solemn and slow eloquence of his official speeches.

Now, is it the others' turn in asking questions.  They ask him
personal questions.  One says with a certain pomposity:  "What do you fool
when you awake in the morning and think that you are the great leader of
all Latin America?"

Fidel blushes and shrugs his shoulders.

"I am a man like any other.  Here, for instance, this chico right
here (he points his finger at me) wakes up worrying that he will not be
able to write a good article.  True?  So I wake up with the feat that I may
not be able to do well my work as a revolutionary...  And with the added
pain of having to execute people...  What do you think, that we like to
kill?  We are compelled to do it.  The terrorists place bombs, and shoot
out militiamen.  Do you remember when they blew up the French ship?  There
were one hundred dead.  Yet, it is terrible to have to execute people
(suddenly, Fidel's eyes are filled with tears, and his voice is upset).
Believe me, it's a death struggle.  It is either us or them.  We have to
defend the revolution and make it go forward.  We cannot show any pity.  An
yet it's terrible..."

It is 0530 hours.  Fidel gets up, shakes hand with everybody,
patiently and modestly signs postcards, pictures and books, and finds again
his beautiful smile.  "Adios, companeros, muchas gracias!"

Then, turning to me, he says:  "Got your interview, Italiano?  Now
you won't be on the look-out for me..."

- On the contrary, Comandante, I still have many questions to ask
of you.

- All right,  all right, we'll see...

Then he leaves, walking slowly and in a slightly bent way, with
his armed escort, and in a big black car disappears in the Havana streets,
silent and deserted, and swept by a cold wind from the north.