REFLECTIONS BY THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF
IDEAS CANNOT BE KILLED
A few days ago, while analyzing the expenses involved in the construction of three submarines of the Astute series, I said that with this money "75,000 doctors could be trained to look after 150 million people, assuming that the cost of training a doctor would be one-third of what it costs in the United States.” Now, along the lines of the same calculations, I wonder: how many doctors could be graduated with the one hundred billion dollars that Bush gets his hands on in just one year to keep on sowing grief in Iraqi and American homes. Answer: 999,990 doctors who could look after 2 billion people that today do not receive any medical care.
More than 600,000 people have lost their
The countries with less development and
more diseases have the least number of medical doctors: one for every 5,000, 10,000, 15,000, 20,000
or more people. When new sexually
transmitted diseases appear such as AIDS, which in merely 20 years has killed
millions of persons, -- while tens of millions are afflicted, among them many
mothers and children, although palliative measures now exist-- the price of
medications per patient could add up to 5,000, 10,000 or up to 15,000 dollars
each year. These are fantasy figures for
the great majority of
To reflect on these realities could help us to better understand the tragedy. It is not a matter of commercial advertising that costs so much money and technology. Add up the starvation afflicting hundreds of millions of human beings; add to that the idea of transforming food into fuels; look for a symbol and the answer will be George W. Bush.
When he was recently asked by an important
personality about his
“Ideas cannot be killed”, Sarría emphatically said. Sarría was the black lieutenant, a patrol leader in Batista’s army who arrested us, after the attempt to seize the Moncada Garrison, while three of us slept in a small mountain hut, exhausted by the effort of breaking through the siege. The soldiers, fuelled by hatred and adrenalin, were aiming their weapons at me even before they had identified who I was. “Ideas cannot be killed”, the black lieutenant kept on repeating, practically automatically and in a hushed voice.
I dedicate those excellent words to you, Mr. W. Bush.
Fidel Castro Ruz