It’s a minute to 2 in the morning. I am astir not because I can’t sleep; I could force some shut-eye if I wanted to. Besides, I can feel the demands of this corpora for some undeserved rest. But the reason for my vigil transcends what my physical may not readily grasp. This is one of those moments when I wish the spiritual realm would just swallow me up and spit me back out into the physical, drained and empty. How many times can someone be new again? How does one bury the dead that it may never have the chance to stir anew? Like how can a transgression be pardoned many times? Well, only one answer comes to mind. Grace keeps us alive.
Ernesto “Che” Guevara is some guy. Otherwise, Benicio del Toro must have portrayed more than he should. Cuba must pay some homage to Argentina for producing what history brands the symbol of the Cuban (if not Latin American) revolution. Che took his revolutionary craze to smashing heights, even forging a deal with Fidel Castro to take the revolution throughout the Latin region in exchange for his adamant participation. No one in his right mind would fight a war not his own if we speak in terms of nationality. L’amour is what it takes. This coming directly from a guy not of Cuban descent. A love for freedom and humanity is what drove the revolution. Bereft of that single factor, the revolutionary is pigeonholed as counterfeit. Che defined the revolution quite differently than what is normally understood. Revolution is not war. Winning the war IS the start of the revolution. One does not win a war then go home to his wife and children. One wins the war and goes down to the real business of overthrowing a government. If the governed wins, it does not remain governed. It governs and must take on the task of doing so. Otherwise, all is lost.
Empathizing with the revolutionary that is Che is not necessarily siding with him. But the l’amour that he exonerates leaves the lasting legacy. And the boldness to which he took change into his own hands and extended it to people leaves the indelible mark of a genuine revolution. He was and probably will always be a man of high esteem for his character and principles, for the audacity and passion and for many other reasons the man is worthy of.
If this man from Argentina could take his passion for Cuba to such a level of extremity, a man from his own land could no doubt take it farther. If this revolutionary roots his cause from l’amour, any man who roots his cause from something higher and greater can definitely bring revolution to ethereal realms. Not every man can be like Che, but as the guy points out, even the peasantry can join the force that leads to transformation. Consequently, even the mundane takes on the courage day by day against the option of backsliding in failure. As the seemingly strong cower, the weak musters up the courage to be the strong.
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