Like many Miamians of Cuban descent, I grew up very aware of my family’s history on the island. This year marked the 40th anniversary of their exodus. My grandmother, aunt, and father left Cuba on the Mariel boatlift of 1980, in which as many as 120,000 Cubans made a traumatic exodus to the United States.
My father was born in Havana in 1964, five years after the revolution, into a family of entertainers. My grandfather, Miguel Cancio, founded the popular 60s band Los Zafiros, along with my grandmother’s brother, Kiki Morúa. My grandmother, Monica Leticia Morua, a musician in her own right, was known as the “Voz de Crystal.”
As a young boy, my father had a dream to become a great doctor like my great grandfather, Dr. Leoncio Morua. He was able to attend a boarding school in the province of Matanzas. When he was sixteen, he was caught telling a joke based on Pepito, a famous Cuban character. My father and his friends were told that they were being expelled for betraying the trust of the revolution. My grandmother, fearing my father’s future in Cuba, decided it was time to leave the country. At that time, there was no legal way to leave Cuba. Then, in April, 1980, an incident at the Peruvian Embassy caused Castro to announce that all those who wished to leave could do so from the port of Mariel.
The Mariel offered an unexpected way out for my family. After appearing in front of a government panel, my father was separated from my grandmother and aunt and was taken to a holding facility in Havana, then to one near Mariel, a camp for unaccompanied males, where they waited alongside newly released criminals. A few weeks later, he was put on a American cabin cruiser. As the boat left Mariel harbor, my father panicked and tried to dive overboard and swim ashore, but the American captain on the boat and a family friend calmed him.
My father was reunited in Miami with my grandmother and aunt, who had come on another ship, and they spent several days in the Orange Bowl, where other refugees were kept, until they found their way to a home in Miami Beach. My father did not return to Cuba until 1993. Since his return, he has dedicated his life to advocating for the reconciliation between his native and adopted countries. Since, then I have had the opportunity to return to my father’s country of birth and walk on the same streets my family once walked through in Varadero.
This year marked 40 years since my grandmother made the decision to leave her family, her career, her beloved Varadero and the future she hoped to have in Cuba for her children. It marked 40 years of her in this country – raising two children and becoming the Abuelita to 3 grandchildren.