You've never heard of the stupidity, incompetence, and unmitigated evil of Che Guevara because there is still a huge group of people, in the USA, who are communists and communist sympathisers.
HEROES OF THE REVOLUTION
by Bill Bonner
We laughed, recently, when we read in the paper that Evo Morales, the new president of Bolivia, said he was “following in the footsteps of Che Guevara.” Either the fellow has a sense of humor, or he is as stone stupid as Che himself.
Like all world improvers, Che claimed a remarkable ability to look into the future and then improve it before it happened. And like all world improvers, the world would have been better off without him. Of course, we all try to peek ahead, and we all try to avoid traffic collisions and bad restaurants. Everyone tries to make his own world better, but only a jackass tries to improve the entire planet.
Who are we to argue with success? Che has become one of the best-selling brands of all time. At a recent Sundance Film Festival, the audience gave a standing ovation to the film “Motorcycle Diaries,” which recounts the story of the young Che’s goofball adventures. Jean Paul Sartre called Che the world’s “most complete human being.” And that other towering intellectual, Mike Tyson, has a picture of him tattooed on his abdomen. Even our own son Henry has a Che T-shirt. And some of Evo Morales’s Bolivian voters apparently pray to “Santo Che” in the hope that he will intervene with the heavens to make it rain.
If anyone ever got what he deserved, it was Che. On October 9, 1967, a Bolivian firing squad put him against the wall of a schoolhouse in La Higuera. “Aim well,” Che is supposed to have said. They aimed well enough; that is where Che’s footsteps stopped.
The Russians had let their young revolutionaries escape a number of times. The Cubans opened the doors of the cell that held Fidel Castro and let him out years before his term had been served. But the Bolivians in the 1960s weren’t fooling around. Che’s associates had bought a tract of land in the country on which he was planning a revolutionary movement that would spread into all of South America. This was it, he had said, with his typical lunatic grandeur; this is the struggle that will determine whether the world goes capitalist or Marxist. Of course, in a sense, he was right. After they shot him dead, the world did seem to give up on the Bolshevik swindle. Practically every government in Latin America hardened against it.
That was typical of Che, too. Practically everything he tried to do went bad. He was in Bolivia for 11 months trying to stir up a popular uprising, but his projects were not even popular with the local commies, who denounced him to the police. As a revolutionary, Che was a washout. As an intellectual, he makes George W. Bush look like Heisenberg. But here, we let Che prove it in his own writings:
“The past makes itself felt not only in the individual consciousness - in which the residue of an education systematically oriented toward isolating the individual still weighs heavily - but also through the very character of this transition period in which commodity relations still persist, although this is still a subjective aspiration, not yet systematized."
Or how about this:
"It is still necessary to deepen his conscious participation, individual and collective, in all the mechanisms of management and production, and to link this to the idea of the need for technical and ideological education, so that we see how closely interdependent these processes are and how their advancement is parallel. In this way he will reach total consciousness of his social being, which is equivalent to his full realization as a human creature, once the chains of alienation are broken."
As bad as he was as a thinker, as a man of action he was worse. As a military strategist he made Custer look like Julius Ceasar. As a central banker, he made Alan Greenspan look like…well…John Law. And as a guerrilla leader, he was an embarrassment to an absurd trade. Confronting the Bay of Pigs invasion, he mistakenly thought the landing was at another spot and went thither with his troops - only to wait and wait until the fighting at the Bay of Pigs was over. Still, Che came back from the battle with a bullet wound to the face. How did he get it when he was nowhere near the actual combat? Apparently, his pistol went off in his hands.
What launched Che on his road to T-shirt stardom was a meeting in Mexico with Castro. Che was, by then, a doctor by training - or so he claimed - and a Marxist by inclination. He and the Cuban (Che was Argentine) spoke for 10 hours. Then, Che decided to cast his lot with Fidel’s insurgent movement.
The planned assault by sea got off to a rough start. Their yacht was sold by a turncoat, and they ended up crowded onto a smaller boat, retching on the deck all the way to Cuba. There, they were so pathetically unprepared that most of their group was killed straightaway. Che and only eleven others got away into the hills where they began their war of terror, gnawing on sugarcane to keep themselves going. The whole preposterous campaign would have come to nothing at all had not the Batista government been even more incompetent than they were. When the United States decided not to poke its nose into the business, Batista thought he had better get out while the getting was good. And so, unlikely as it was, power was left in the hands of Fidel, his brother, Che, and a small group of world improvers, imposters, and sociopaths. They promptly turned the island into a tropical version of Abu Ghraib.
Che was first put in charge of killing people. He executed as many as eight people himself - without trial, and often even without real cause. Then, the real killing began. Again, Che was in charge. He signed between 500 and 2,000 death warrants and presided over a whole system of torture, labor camps, and murder.
When the blood dried, Che took on another role: he was made head of Cuba’s central bank. How could there ever have been any doubt that the Fidelistas were mad? Anyway, there was concrete proof of it enough soon - within months, the sugarcane industry had collapsed, Soviet-style industrialization failed completely, and food had to be rationed.
Bill Bonner
The Daily Reckoning
HEROES OF THE REVOLUTION, PART II
by Bill Bonner
During the 1950s, Cuba was no paradise, but it must have come close. American tourists - especially the rich - came by the boatloads. There, they could gamble, drink, swim in the warm sea, take drugs, smoke fine cigars, fish, and relax. Everything was cheap, sweet and warm: the hotels, the liquor...the women.
The island was growing rich off of tourism and exports to the United States. By 1957, Cuba had the lowest infant mortality rate in Latin America (the 13th lowest in the world), and the third-highest number of physicians and dentists per capita - more than Britain. In terms of literacy, daily nutrition, and access to mass media, Cuba was a leader in Latin America and crowding the heels of many developed, Western nations.
Of course, Cuba's politicians were corrupt. Fulgencio Batista ruled without elections. Whether he ruled well or ill, we don't know, but when, in the last century, the world improvers grabbed many countries by the throat; Cuba didn't get away.
In today's essay, we look again at one of the people who transformed Cuba from a playground to a penal colony. Again, we wonder: what was he thinking? Or was he thinking at all?
The logic that leads to modest changes for the better in a man's private life, leads to monumental bamboozles in public life. We see it again today. America wants peace and prosperity in the Mideast, observes President Bush. Here in the West we have peace and prosperity, he notices acutely. Our governments are democracies, he muses. In democracies, people vote. Ergo, let us force people to vote in the Mideast and they will be peaceful and prosperous.
Or, he casts his eye on the country's finances: America needs a stable currency, he thinks, but also one that is flexible enough to respond to financial crises. So, we will create a central bank whose job it is to make sure we have one.
Both propositions sound logical on the surface, but both are laced with ambiguities and adulterated by fat layers of uncertainty and wishful thinking.
Ernesto 'Che' Guevara played many different roles in his 39 years – a poseur and a clown in most of them. Last week, we pointed out that as an intellectual, Che made George W. Bush look like Heisenberg. And as a military strategist, he made Donald Rumsfeld look like von Clausewitz.
But what intrigues us most is Che's role as head of the Central Bank of Cuba. Of course, we know little about his actual performance as a central banker. We can merely guess from the results that no one ever did the job worse.
This is the man of whom no less a thinker than Jean Paul Sartre – and there is no other thinker we think less of - said was "the world's most perfect human being." Well, at least we can vouch that he was certainly a perfect failure. Of all his many roles, it was as central banker that might have been his most comical. At least he didn't shoot anyone.
Of course, we never met the man. We should probably be glad we didn't. That magnetic personality of his might have turned us into a piece of dumb iron, too. We might have clamped onto the glamorous guerilla like a calendar magnet to a refrigerator door, and followed him to Bolivia, where he was going to show the world how to run a revolution. We might have abandoned our family the way he did - leaving a wife and five children to the tender mercies of the Castro regime. We might have ended up in a dry Bolivian grave with holes in our chest, too.
We can only hope for the good fortune to have a gifted photographer take photos of us laid out on the table before we get dumped in our hole. Then, at least our family might get royalty payments from all the T-shirts and book sales. Che's childhood friend, Alberto Granado, lives in Madrid and earns money by selling memories.
Che owes the Bolivian Guardia Civil a big thank you. He was on the way to becoming a pathetic fool. Actually, those who knew him well already thought he was a pathetic fool. But he still had those curls. He would still have made a fairly decent-looking corpse, if you ignored the flabby chest and paunchy stomach. But his career as revolutionary jester and gonzo-guerrilla jefe was clearly in decline, and if they hadn't gunned him down when they did, people would have soon begun to laugh at him.
Ho Chi Minh would have made a perfectly good pastry chef, we recall. Robespierre was a decent lawyer. Stalin might have comforted souls as an Eastern Orthodox priest and Adolf Hitler could have sold his watercolors of Vienna. In every case, the world would have been better off. And was the world not impoverished once more when, in the mid-'50s, Ernesto 'Che' Guevara, a young man from a good Argentine family, abandoned the practice of saving people through medicine and took up the technique of destroying them through revolutionary politics? Wouldn't the world clearly be a better place if Che had made a career treating skin disorders of the people who came to him rather than botching the good health of the whole planet?
Of course, the man had his own reasons. The world improvers always do. But here we pause to admire the addled grandeur of Che's ambition. The world was not good enough for him. He wanted to make a new one. To Che, communism was not a fixed design for a new world, but merely an invitation to boss people around. He saw the world as an empty page of drafting paper and he wanted the only magic marker in his own fingers.
In 1960, Che took a trip around the world visiting crackpot communist regimes. It was a kind of Hellhole Tour for Revolutionaries. The country that impressed him "the most," it is reported, was North Korea, a country where even 40 years later, people are struggling to get enough to eat.
According to a UN study, "crop failures" have caused such a drastic cut in daily rations in 2003 that North Korean "households have to rely on alternative ways of getting food including rearing livestock, growing kitchen gardens and collecting wild foods like edible grasses, acorns, tree bark and sea algae."
Of course, if Che liked North Korea so much, he might have considered staying on there and munching on the tree bark. But if you think that that was ever a possibility, you are missing the malignant imbecility that defines the world improver's mind. It is not enough for him to live in a stifling prison; he insists that you live in one, too. This is why Che chose Bolivia for his last campaign; the country lies in the heart of South America, bordering Peru, Chile, Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. He figured that if he could undermine the legitimate government of Bolivia, he could then export revolution to the entire continent and then, the world. He considered it the final showdown between capitalism and communism.
But his absurd hallucinations did not stop there. Che did not merely want a new world; he also insisted on a whole new race of human beings to put in it.
During the course of the guerilla war against the Batista government, Che took over the town of Sancti Spiritus and immediately issued a series of edicts that sounded like Oliver Cromwell bossing the Irish around. He imposed regulations covering everything: sex, drinking, gambling. You have to marvel at the swelling vanity of it all. What made Guevara think he knew better? Why were his drinking rules superior to the rules people imposed on themselves? But that is the world improver's way: a road to ruin, paved with bad intentions.
But as soon as his back was turned, what did the ungrateful, fun-loving Cubans do? They went right back to pitching woo and getting drunk – just as they always had. Thus, Che learned that edicts alone were not enough. Later, he would try to correct his heaving masses in a more familiar way - by sending them to concentration camps. As he explained, "[We] only send to Guanahacabibes those doubtful cases where we are not sure people should go to jail...people who have committed crimes against revolutionary morals."
Guanahacabibes was the model for a whole gulag of labor camps set up to punish, confine, and eliminate people thought to be uncooperative.
Dissidents, homosexuals, AIDS victims, Catholics, Jehovah's Witnesses, Afro-Cuban priests - the victims changed with the revolutionary fashions were forced at gunpoint to go to special Unidades Militares de Ayuda a la Producción, or Military Units to Help Production, camps. Some were tortured. Some were worked to death. Some eventually returned. Some didn't.
The Soviets had been Che's backers and his inspiration for his work camps, his kangaroo courts, and much of his appalling rhetoric. But no matter how much support they gave, it wasn't enough. Besides, by the 1960s, the Russian revolution was already 40 years old. The old revolutionaries were dead and the new ones were party hacks - bureaucrats who looked forward to retirement. When the Cuban missile crisis exploded, Moscow backed down.
Poor Che was dreadfully disappointed. He'd wanted to fire the missiles himself and go out in a blaze of ersatz glory: "This country [Cuba] is willing to risk everything in an atomic war of unimaginable destructiveness to defend a principle," said Che. Then, he told the British communist newspaper, "If the rockets had remained, we would have used them all and directed them against the very heart of the United States, including New York, in our defense against aggression."
Poor Che. Even the Russians let him down. The whole race had let him down. No, this sorry species was not good enough for him. He began to call for a "New Socialist man" to populate his new world. In his famous article, "Notes on Man and Socialism," he argued, "to build communism, you must build new men as well as the new economic base." The basis of revolutionary struggle is "the happiness of people," he explained, helpfully. This required the creation of more complete and more fully developed human beings. But as far as we can tell, the New Socialist man was new only in his willingness to go along happily with any goofball idea Che came up with.
Readers will recognize the New Man; he is not that much different in essentials, actually, from the old one: ready to believe almost anything and ready to go along with almost anything. He is a good revolutionary, Che explained, because he hates the bourgeoisie, "which pushes a human being beyond his natural limitations, making him into an effective, violent, selective, and cold-blooded killing machine." That is to say, Che saw the new world order as nothing more than the society he wanted to run himself. And the New Socialist Man? He saw him every time he looked in the mirror.
One of his friends asked how he could reconcile this line of thinking with his oath as a doctor. "Look," he replied, sounding more like an unreconstructed hit man than a New Socialist man, " in this thing you have to kill before they kill you."
For Che also had the old-fashioned habit of killing people who got in his way, no matter what class they were part of. Like his Bolshevik role models, he did not hesitate to kill peasants as well as factory owners when they became inconvenient or recalcitrant. He also had an old-world way of lying, cheating and stealing to get what he wanted. He murdered people on trumped up charges, stole their property, redistributed choice property to communist party cronies, and set up forced labor camps on the Soviet model. After Batista fled the country, Che seized an immigrant's mansion for himself.
Opponents were hauled in front of the military court, which, like Stalinist courts, set about cleansing Cuba of counterrevolutionary elements.
Javier Arzuaga, a Basque chaplain who succored the condemned men, gives this recollection of life in the old stone fortress of La Cubana with Che in command:
"There were about eight hundred prisoners in a space fit for no more than three hundred: former Batista military and police personnel, some journalists, a few businessmen and merchants. The revolutionary tribunal was made of militiamen... I remember especially the case of Ariel Lima, a young boy. Che did not budge. Nor did Fidel, whom I visited. I became so traumatized that at the end of May 1959 I was ordered to leave the parish of Casa Blanca, where La Cabaña was located and where I had held Mass for three years."
Che-as-central-banker was just as bad as Che-as-judge-and-jury "[He] was ignorant of the most elementary economic principles," said his deputy, Ernesto Betancourt. Whether that was a good or a bad thing, we don't know. If he had understood economics, he wouldn't have been a communist in the first place. Had he understood anything about economics, he wouldn't have been in Fidel's little band of sweaty revolutionaries and would never have gotten the job running the Central Bank of Cuba. In his case, not knowing anything about economics was a job requirement.
So, what does a man who doesn't know a thing about economics do when he gets to be head of a central bank? Alvaro Vargas explains what happened:
"Guevara's powers of perception regarding the world economy were famously expressed in 1961, at a hemispheric conference in Uruguay, where he predicted a 10 percent rate of growth for Cuba 'without the slightest fear,' and, by 1980, a per capita income greater than that of 'the U.S. today.' In fact, by 1997, the thirtieth anniversary of his death, Cubans were dieting on a ration of five pounds of rice and one pound of beans per month; four ounces of meat twice a year; four ounces of soybean paste per week; and four eggs per month."
Of course, all world improvers depend on central planning; they know their plans are absolutely central to improving you. As Guevara explained in 1961:
"Another function of the ministry is planning...We already control the means of production, but is this enough? No! We must know all the statistics, all the economic factors. As we know, the capitalist system left no statistics, so the government is working on them now."
Planning was easy enough. It was getting a result that was difficult, as Che began to realize:
"We made a laboratory plan. We estimated the production, and this was our working plan. Today we can see clearly that the masses did not participate in the plan, and a plan that lacks the participation of the masses is a plan that is always threatened with defeat."
Those masses! What a pain in the neck they were. You had to boss them around, but you had to get them on your side, too! Che's thinking develops:
"After a year of painful experience, we came to the conclusion that it was most essential to change our whole style of operating and to reorganize the state apparatus in the most rational way, following the planning methods known in our sister socialist countries. "
After a few more months, Che gave up. The economy was a wreck and Che longed for the good old days when "it was all a lot of fun, what with the bombs, speeches, and other distractions to break the monotony I was living in."
So, in 1965, the now-famous revolutionary went to Africa, where he backed Pierre Mulele in the Congo. Nobel prize winning novelist V.S. Naipaul told how Mulele spiffed up things in the heart of darkness: by killing everyone who could read and everyone who wore a tie. Che's intervention may have helped Mulele lose to Mobutu, who crushed the insurgents and ruled like a brutal oaf for decades.
When the Africans had failed him, Che decided to try his own people again...or, at least people who spoke his language. He went off to Bolivia and mounted another slapstick revolutionary movement. It ended when he was shot by a Bolivian firing squad.
That was when Che-the-pathetic-blundering-world improver died. It was not long after that he was resurrected as Che-the-romantic-revolutionary and T-shirt symbol.
Bill Bonner