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Synopsis: "safe haRBOR At Last"

               A sequel to A Boy, an Orphanage, a Cuban Refugee: The Road to Freedom.


Mom, Norma, and I settled in Newark, New Jersey, arriving there on April 30, 1963. Fourteen months earlier, Norma and I had taken refuge in the US after fleeing Castro’s communist police state. We were interred for six weeks in a refugee camp for unescorted Cuban children in Florida City. Then we went to an orphanage in Indiana, residing there for a year, until our reunion with our mom.


She rented a second-floor apartment in a two-story house with four units, located two blocks from Saint Antoninus Church, which had a racially integrated grammar school. In my estimation, Newark was a quiet, pleasant town. We weren’t aware of the cauldron that would soon erupt into the Race Riots. At the time – 1963 – it was quite pleasant. Well, that was my impression.


But what did I know? I was just a kid.


Although the 1967 Newark Race Riots occurred over a period of a few days, from July 12th through the 17th, there was a significant loss of life and hundreds of people were severely injured. Indeed, racial tensions were clearly perceptible as early as 1964. You could smell the foreboding in the air. People felt restless and anxious.


The Newark Race Riots were just part of a national occurrence which produced over 150 riots during “The Long Hot Summer of 1967” – as some historians labeled it.


The Riots generated a chapter of ferocious, armed warfare in the streets, causing severe property damage. Massive fires, caused by arson, destroyed many of the city's buildings. The National Guard occupied the city.


                                                  Tanks in the street. Snipers on rooftops.
                                                    Storefronts shattered. Looting. Arson.
                                                                     People killed. 


                                                                      Safe Harbor?

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  • This memoir focuses on the two-year exodus of unaccompanied Cuban children to the United States.
  • Between December 1960 and October 1962, under a rescue program created by the Catholic Welfare Bureau, 14,048 children were evacuated from Fidel Castro’s Cuba. They were sent by their parents to begin new, safer lives in the country up north. Operation Pedro Pan (also known as Operation Peter Pan) ended abruptly with the outbreak of the Cuban missile crisis. Nine-year-old Tony and his 8-year-old sister, Norma, were two of those thousands of children who were airlifted to Miami. The author’s memoir offers a compilation of recollections from his first 13 months in America. 
  • In the wee hours of the morning of March 15, 1962, Tony's widowed mother brought him and Norma to the airport terminal in Havana, where the anxious youngsters boarded a Pan American plane to Miami. After they disembarked, they were brought by bus to Florida City, a gated, makeshift refugee camp where they met their temporary foster parents. 
  • Six weeks later, the siblings were transferred to Saint Vincent’s Orphanage in Vincennes, Indiana. The majority of the children at Saint Vincent’s were orphaned or abandoned Americans, plus a few Canadians. But the Cubans were different. They were political exiles with hopes of being reunited with their parents in the future. Their most important job was to learn English. 
  • The author's writing is inflected with a persistent buoyancy, notwithstanding the frightening depictions of life under Castro. He fills detailed anecdotes of his year at the orphanage with reconstructed conversations that display humor and informatively illustrate the meticulous process of learning a new language and a new culture among the strangers who became his friends. 
  • There are poignant, teary moments of melancholy and reminiscences of the father he lost to leukemia when he was just 4, but Tony focuses primarily on the comfort he found in the compassion of the nuns who taught and cared for the children (“They cooked for us and fed us, washed our clothes and dirty linen, nursed us when we were sick, prayed with us, and played with us”). Despite a few too many basketball stories, this book delivers an enjoyable immigration story with a uniquely positive perspective.

A tender, illuminating, upbeat valentine to the Operation Pedro Pan rescuers. ed.

Kirkus Review


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