MITSOTAKIS: Former Planned Parenthood President On Meeting Fidel Castro: 'Whatever Else He Was, The Man Had Charm'

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You never know what you are going to find on the $2 rack of your local used bookstore. Last week I found a water damaged copy of the autobiography of former Planned Parenthood president Cecile Richards. The book is boring, but one thing that does jump out is her bizarre story about meeting Cuban Communist dictator Fidel Castro.

As recounted in Make Trouble: Standing Up, Speaking Out, and Finding the Courage to Lead (co-authored with Lauren Peterson), Ann Richards, Cecile's mother and former governor of Texas, was invited to go to Mexico at the invitation of Mexican president Carlos Salinas. The occasion was the inauguration of a new president, Ernesto Zedillo, and Salinas was inviting many of his friends, including Fidel Castro. Cecile Richards convinced her mother to let her come along.

On page 99, Richards writes:

Presidents from across the continent were there, but the person everyone wanted to meet was Fidel Castro, who was attending in full military regalia. Practically no one in America had ever seen or met him. When the dinner was breaking up, I found Mom and insisted we had to at least meet Castro. She was horrified. “If I go up to Fidel Castro, it's going to be splashed on the front page of the Dallas Morning News, and God knows where else! I don't have a job, Cecile, and that will make it even harder to get one."

“Mom, if you don't do it, you will always wonder, What if? And you just won't be able to live with that." I was channeling Ann Richards, and she knew it. I was determined, and so, on the way out, we muscled our way over to say hello.

"Gobernadora Richards!" Castro exclaimed, and he gave her a big abrazo. Whatever else he was, the man had charm.

Sure enough, the next day in the Mexico City paper a big photo appeared of Mom, Castro, and me—though I'm misidentified as Princess Astrid of Belgium (maybe that's how I got into the dinner after all). Thankfully, the Dallas Morning News missed the story, but that photo is still one of my prized possessions.

(The photograph is on page 100. I'm not sure what the copyright laws are regarding sharing such photos, but it is exactly as Richards describes it.)

Fidel Castro's "charm" does not outweigh "whatever else he was" — certainly not in any way that matters.

I once heard a different assessment of Fidel Castro from a man named Armando Valladares, a Catholic poet and human rights activist who spent 22 years in Castro's Gulag. He was speaking at an event in honor of the Little Sisters of the Poor, who's Supreme Court case was ridiculed by Cecile Richards as "a case about paperwork, not religious liberty," and who Planned Parenthood is currently suing in Pennsylvania and California. I had the honor of meeting Mr. Valladares before he spoke, and I consider it a privilege to have been able to shake the man's hand.

What Mr. Valladares said that night to the Becket Fund Canterbury Medal gala is worth quoting at length:

When I was 23 years old I refused to do something that at the time seemed very small. I refused to say a few words, “I’m with Fidel.” First I refused the sign on my desk at the postal office that said that, and after years of torture and watching many fellow fighters die, either in body or in spirit, I still refused to say those words.

If I just said those three words, I would have been released from prison.

My story is proof that a small act of defiance can mean everything for the friends of liberty. They did not keep me in jail for 22 years because my refusal to say three words meant nothing. In reality those three words meant everything.

For me to say those words would constituted a type of spiritual suicide. Even though my body was in prison and being tortured, my soul was free and it flourished. My jailers took everything away from me, but they could not take away my conscience or my faith.

Even when we have nothing, each person and only that person possesses the key to his or her own conscience, his or her own sacred castle. In that respect, each of us, though we may not have an earthly castle or even a house, each of us is richer than a king or queen.

The Little Sisters of the Poor know this. They may be called the Little Sisters of the Poor, and yet they are rich in that they live out their conscience, which no government bureaucrat can invade. They know what my body knows after 22 years of cruel torture: that if they sign the form, the government demands they will be violating their conscience and would commit spiritual suicide. If they did this they would forfeit the true and only wealth they have in abandoning the castle of their consciences. And so I salute the Little Sisters of the Poor for their seemingly small act of defiance!

I am here to tell you that every little act counts. No man or woman is too small or simple to be called to bear witness to the truth. I’m here to remind you that each of you possesses great wealth in the sacred domain of your conscience. And I’m here to tell you that each of you is called to stay true. I am also here to tell you that when you make that choice, from that moment forward, even if you are naked, in solitary confinement for 8 years, you are never alone because God is there with you.

For many of you, particularly the young people, it may seem I come from a faraway land from a long time ago. Young friends, you may not be taken away at gunpoint, as I was for staying true to my conscience, but there are many other ways to take you away and to imprison your body and your mind. There are many ways you can be silenced, in your schools, your universities, in your workplace.

I warn you: Just as there is a very short distance between the US and Cuba, there is a very short distance between a democracy and a dictatorship where the government gets to decide what to do, how to think, and how to live. And sometimes your freedom is not taken away at gunpoint but instead it is done one piece of paper at a time, one seemingly meaningless rule at a time, one small silencing at a time. Never allow the government–or anyone else–to tell you what you can or cannot believe or what you can and cannot say or what your conscience tells you to have to do or not do.

As I look around this room I am heartened. And I want to applaud each of Becket’s clients for, in staying true to your conscience and in standing up for religious liberty, each of you protects this exceptional country of ours. A country that is not perfect but nevertheless still allows us to live in a society where we can hold a different view from each other and a different view from the government.

Thank you for this award. I accept it in the name of the thousands of Cubans that used their last breath to express their own religious freedom, by shouting, as they faced execution: “Long Live Christ the King.” I accept it in the name of those who still suffer in Cuba–a country that in the last two years alone has destroyed more than 300 churches and houses of worship persecuting Baptists, Methodists, Anglicans and confiscating their Bible and crosses while beating their pastors and parishioners. I accept it in the name of the Jewish community in Cuba who, even at such small numbers, is also still persecuted. Finally, I accept this award in the name of my wife. It is really her that deserves it, not me. All of you have heard the story of Penelope, who waited 20 years for Ulysses. Martha is a real life Penelope. But she didn’t stay home knitting. She traveled all over the world campaigning for my release. She waited for me. She always hoped and trusted in God that we would both be reunited Against All Hope.

Needless to say, my photograph with Mr. Valladares is one of my prized possessions. It is the freedom fighters who are worth our admiration, not their oppressors (no matter how "charming" that tyrant might be).

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