Showing posts with label Cuban refugees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuban refugees. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2016

Cubanos seeking asylum in Mexico

The make-shift rafts, hand-built boats, and in one case a hot tub transport hopeful people from Cuba to the eastern coastline of Mexico. Cubanos are desperately looking for a better life.

When we moved to Isla Mujeres in 2007, we knew nothing of the Cuban refugee situation other than what was broadcast on American news; refugees periodically arriving in Florida in dangerously unsafe boats. Fascinating stories, but they didn’t affect our safe lives in Canada.
Since our first winter on Isla, there have been about a dozen, or perhaps more, landings that we are aware of.  The Cubans are looking for a less oppressive lifestyle, and for the most part, they have strong family connections with Mexico, especially Isla Mujeres.

Isla’s most well-known pirate, Fermin Antonio Mundaca de Marecheaga, became a famous and wealthy slave trader in the Caribbean, selling Mayan slaves from this area to plantation owners in Cuba.  In 1860, when the British campaigned against slavery, Mundaca rented out his ships to the Yucatan Government, which continued to capture Mayans and sell them to Cuba. Family members of both Cuban and Mexican fishermen visited back and forth for centuries, before international rules and treaties made it difficult to do so. 

Across from Naval Base, May 2009.
According to long-time islanders, after the communist takeover of Cuba, the business of importing undocumented Cubans has been a time-honored way to make extra money. When finances become tight, anyone with a strong boat and two or three fast motors can do well, supplementing their income.  

Across from the Navy base on Isla Mujeres, there is a long string of seized boats, rafted together. These are boats confiscated from smugglers; smugglers of contraband and of people.


Refugee boat - April 2012
The actual laws governing Cuban refugees are a confusing situation. For example, in the USA, the Cuban Adjustment Act was changed in 1995 to what is referred to as the Wet Foot-Dry Foot policy.  If they are captured at sea (wet foot), they are returned to Cuba and possibly imprisoned for the remainder of their lives, or they could be sent to a third country that is willing to take the refugees. If they were captured on land in the USA (dry foot), they were given a chance to apply for an expedited permanent resident status.

Discarded wet clothing, November 2010
In 2012, the Canadian Immigration and Refugee Board did an extensive study on what happened to failed asylum seekers who were returned to Cuba, and to their family members who had stayed in Cuba. The information was scarce and difficult to validate, but officially, the returning person is only incarcerated if they committed a crime before fleeing Cuba. However, the option for the officials to declare the returnee a traitor and ‘blacklist’ that person, preventing him or her from obtaining employment or other services, is a very real threat.


Tourist inspecting boat, landed on Sept 4th 2015
In Mexico, the laws are a bit fuzzier. If the Cubanos are captured, either on the ocean or on land, the official policy is to return the people to their own country.  However, in chatting with various islanders, that is not always the case.  Because of their close family ties and the historical background, the refugees are treated differently. 

In the past years, dramatic rescues of prisoners who were being transferred to prisons. There have been cases of the refugees being arrested, then released with the admonishment to show up for their hearing in a week. There have been reports of officials pointing north and stating, “The US border is that way.” Being Spanish-speaking, the Cuban refugees assimilate quickly into the Mexican culture, receiving dry clothing, food, and assistance from the locals.   

A wink, a nod, a knowing smile when we ask questions of our Mexican friends.  Legends. Stories. Nothing documented.

Cozumel boat arrived April 2016 - Por Esto photo
As for the most recent arrival on Isla Mujeres of nine men and three women, and another larger group of men captured in Cozumel, we haven’t been able to learn what will happen with them. 

According to recent news reports, the authorities believe that both groups and their make-shift boats were ‘planted’ a short distance offshore by bigger boats, enabling the people to safely reach land. 

Either way, stay or return, it is an uncertain future for the refugees. Hopefully, their status will get sorted out, and they can get on with building a better life here in Mexico.

Pieces of a Cuban boat on the north-east side, January 2015

And for those of you who have been following the story of the five missing island fishermen, the aerial search for their boat, the Anastacia, is now centred over the Honduras.  Missing since March 30th, there is still hope for their safe return.   

Hasta Luego



Friday, September 12, 2014

Going for a Touch Down! Blue Flag Beach, Isla Mujeres, Mexico.

North Beach - Playa Norte
Armed with rakes, shovels, and large black plastic garbage bags, a dozen or so hardworking ladies gather every morning on the public beaches of Isla Mujeres. It's their job to keep the sand clean. They chat, rake, and pick up trash while bopping along to music played via their cell phones, IPODS or MP3 players. Their job is a never-ending task.

Beach cleaning crew
The current municipal administration of Isla Mujeres is working toward a Blue Flag designation for North Beach – Playa Norte. The list of requirements to obtain the coveted blue flag is extensive, and the list is reviewed every year before the status is renewed. For example, a Blue Flag beach must provide full-time life guards, clean public washrooms, garbage containers, strict control of domestic animals using the beaches, clean drinking water, wheelchair accessibility, and frequent water quality sampling – to name just a few of the conditions.

New, vacant, life guard tower 
If you have been down to North Beach recently, you probably have noticed the addition of three lifeguard towers and a big blue tractor-type beach-cleaning machine. The tractor operator sweeps past, sweeping up debris and levelling the sand very early in the morning, before the concession operators set out their loungers and umbrellas for the day.

I often wonder if the machine gathers up the lost necklaces, chains and other items that the metal-detector-wielding beachcombers usually search for. I wouldn't mind a turn driving the tractor. Big machines fascinate me, just ask Lawrie, who in the past has rented fun machines like a 32-foot-high scissor-lift, or a Bob-Cat loader, or a Bush Hog Rotary Cutter, so I could do stuff around our property in Canada.

I want a turn driving this tractor!
However, back on Isla, when our low-to-the-ground dog, Sparky, and I amble along the shoreline, giving him a chance to swim in the calmer water of Playa Norte, I enjoy watching the preparations for obtaining a Blue Flag designation. The addition of clean, public washrooms would be a wonderful thing. It's a bit tricky right now for the crowds of folks who use the beaches. Many of the nearby restaurants are frustrated by the situation and have posted signage: restrooms are for the use of paying customers only. So what do the beach-users do when nature calls? I really don't want to know.

Busy beach!
And yes, I do carry my handy-dandy supply of puppy-poop bags to clean up the beach after Sparky has done his business. 

However, I am sure that under the Blue Flag designation, we will have to find him another place to swim.


But seriously, North Beach is a beautiful area, enjoyed by thousands every month, and a little extra cleanup is a good thing. It's a great place to hang out for the day, people-watching in the shade of a big old palm tree. A cold beverage or two helps the day along as well. Blue Flag or not, it's a beautiful location.

Hasta Luego, Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Thomas

PS: When Sparky and I were doing his morning swim/walk, we noticed this.  It is a boat which arrived at North Beach sometime just before dawn, filled with Cuban refugees.  
Cuban refugee boat arrived on North Beach early Sept 12th



Friday, July 13, 2012

"Get your butt over here!" Vivian Reynaldo, Isla Mujeres

Vivian, chef and owner of Qubano, 
"Get your butt over here! I need help."

Vivian Reynaldo, the chef and owner of an Isla landmark, Qubano Restaurant, chuckles while recounting her first weeks in the restaurant business five years ago. She didn't have a clue how to cook pork, one of the main meat ingredients in Cuban foods. Vivian paid the airfare for a Miami friend to come to Isla to teach her. 

She laughs, "I'm Jewish. How would I know how to cook pork?" 

Born in Cuba to a Romanian mother and a Hungarian father, she left her birthplace in early 1961, sent to the safety of her Aunt Fritzi's home in Brooklyn, New York. 

This was the year that Vivian discovered snow, the biggest snowstorm of the century - 100 inches! Later, after the unsuccessful attempt by United States-backed Cuban exiles to overthrow the Cuban dictator Fidel Castro during the Bay of Pigs Invasion, Vivian's entire family fled to Brooklyn. 

 Vivian's first excursion to Isla Mujeres was in 1970, with her husband, when getting there was an adventure on its own. The first paved road linking Merida to Puerto Juarez was built in 1954, allowing limited access to the area. 
The first location of Qubano Restaurant on Isla

Travellers were faced with a long, arduous bus from Merida to Puerto Juarez, then a ride on the Sultana del Mar, the original and very slow passenger boat. 

The streets of the island were carved into the sand.  Sand that drifted with the wind, piling up against buildings, causing havoc for the rare vehicle on the island. 

The new location on Hidalgo Avenue

The main area of habitation on Isla Mujeres was a sleepy little fishing village, with no amenities and a couple of hundred permanent residents. 

She fell in love with the island, returning often and in 1978 with two young children, aged three and five, in tow. Ten years ago, she finally built a permanent home on the island. 

"Why," I asked, "did you open a restaurant?" 

"Because my friends liked my food.  They kept telling me, "You should open a restaurant. So I did."   

Vivian's first location was on Abasolo Street in Centro.  A cozy, colourful, little place that could squeeze about a dozen patrons inside. 

A few months ago, she doubled the seating capacity, moving to a new location across from Angelos Steak House on Hidalgo Avenue. It is just as cozy, warm, and colourful. And the food is still yummy! 

Lawrie's Sliders & my Vivian's Salad
Lawrie is a fan of the little Hamburger Sliders. 

I am an admirer of her special Vivian's Salad recipe that she created over forty years ago.

We haven't tried any of the pork dishes yet. But I'm sure that Vivian's Miami friend did a great job teaching her how to cook pork. 

We're glad she listened to her friends' advice. "Open a restaurant."

Hasta pronto
Lynda & Lawrie

The Famous Fries!


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Friday, June 22, 2012

Escape From Cuba!

Home-built boat for Cuban refugees.
The wooden hull scrapes on the coral, stalling in the shallow water. Men scramble overboard, pushing and pulling the small wooden boat to shore - allowing the others to disembark. Voices whisper softly in Spanish, shushing those who speak too loudly. Scrabbling over the rocks, they swiftly change into dry clothing, discarding the wet pants, shirts, and shoes on the sand.
 
Pirates invading Isla? No, they are Cuban refugees arriving on the east side of the island in the pre-dawn hours of the night. 

We, and the two watchdogs that sleep in our driveway, peacefully snoozed through the night, completely oblivious to the excitement happening a few hundred feet away.


Naval officers investigating
In the morning, Lawrie noticed two naval officers plus two heavily armed enlisted men walking purposefully along our beach. 

Naturally curious, he popped his head out the door to see what was happening. The group had stopped in front of the neighbours' house, peering over the rocky ledge to the beach.  Lawrie raced upstairs to our bedroom patio for a better view and spotted the boat pulled up on the sand beneath the ledge.

A few minutes later, camera in hand, I wandered down to the beach to chat with our neighbours’ handyman, José. He said that the boat had arrived sometime during the night, and that he had reported it at seven in the morning to the Navy officials.  

Discarded wet clothing
José thought there were around 20 people on board, judging by the amount of wet clothing left behind along with space-blankets (thin aluminum sheets that are used to retain body warmth) and the number of empty water bottles in the bottom of the boat. 

José said the eighty-five-mile trip would have taken them at least five days, even accounting for the easterly winds. 

Plastic fan blades for a propeller


 It was a primitive, open boat, with no shelter from wind, rain or sun. Their only means of propulsion were two long homemade wooden oars and a tiny motor outfitted with a plastic fan blade for a propeller. Fortunately for the refugees, the weather had been mild for the last few days - overcast, windy, not the strong storms that can occur in the winter.

The next night, during a driving rainstorm, we could hear loud banging and bashing noises coming from the direction of the grounded boat. In the morning we discovered the abandoned carcass of the boat had been picked clean. The local people had recycled all the wood, the motor and most of the wet clothing. What was over-looked were the two long wooden oars. These now decorate our living room wall. Our little bit of recycling, otherwise known as beach scavenging.

Cuban oars as wall decoration

A quicker, but vastly more expensive, way for Cuban refugees to arrive in Mexico is via fast sport-fishing boats, powered by two or three 250-horse outboard motors. These boats are typically stolen from coastal American marinas and taken to Cuba, where the operators sell passage from Cuba to Mexico at approximately $10,000 US per person.  

The operators will then make the drop-off somewhere on the Mexican coastline, hoping to avoid detection by the Mexican Navy or Coast Guard cutters.  Not all escape detection. There are currently about forty boats moored at the Naval docks on Isla Mujeres. They remain here, year after year, rotting at the docks, mired in a legal battle between American insurance companies and Mexican officials. 

All of these boats have been intercepted by the Navy

Spanish-speaking Cuban refugees can assimilate quite readily into the Mexican population, but for the most part, they eventually try to make their way north to the US border. When researching on the internet to see how many refugees attempt this crossing, I found an interesting news item. It described an incident in June of 2008. 

A group of armed men "kidnapped" thirty-four Cuban refugees who were being transported by police to a detention centre. The thirty-four refugees had been detained by the Mexican navy on a beach near Cancun. They were turned over to the immigration department and were to be transported to the refugee camp at Tapachula near the border of Chiapas and Guatemala. The article suggested that the kidnapping was likely a rescue operation by either friends or paid associates, preventing the forced return of the refugees to Cuba.

This journey is not for the faint of heart.
The next time the wind blows from the east, the sea is calm, and the moon is bright, we'll be keeping our eyes open and listening.  

Listening for the arrival of refugees.  This journey is not for the faint of heart.

Hasta pronto
Lynda & Lawrie

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