A BLOG HAS an insatiable appetite for words, hundreds and thousands of them every day, every week. I know. I've fed mine for more than a year and a half now posting every day. I'm beginning to feel like the character, Seymour, in the musical The Little Shop of Horrors who is forced to feed a cannibalistic plant from outer space.

My blog hasn't sucked me dry, not yet, but it's taken blood, sweat, and tears that I would rather have invested in a new book. 

Yes, I've had some success as a blogger. About 1,500 people visit this one every day. That's more than came during the first months. However, it was never my intention to become a blogger. I created it to sell books. That's how you sell ebooks these days. Well, that's what everyone told me. Unfortunately, it doesn't, at least not mine.

I have dreams of writing several books that I've avoided over the past year and a half while I have posted my blog stories from history, current events, and my imagination. I'm not saying that it hasn't been fun. It has. It's also been useful for developing my craft as a writer.

Don't worry. My blog isn't going to disappear. Approximately eighty percent of the visitors to my blog every day are newcomers. Many find something that interests them and there is a repository of more than 400 postings for them to read while I work on my new stories. There will be new postings as well. They won't come every day. I'll try to post at least one each week, but I'm not promising anything.

Hopefully, my novels will be “discovered” after I've written a couple or three more. If not, I'll just have to keep on telling my stories as long as the breath is within me, just for the love of doing it.

Thus, this isn't goodbye. It's just a promise of better things to come.

THE FEW FIDELISTAS who survived the ambush at Alegrío del Pio when they disembarked from the Granma, had a big job ahead of them. Most of them were from the cities and educated. They had little in common with the recruits who came from the ranks of the outcasts and outlaws who populated the Sierra Madres mountains at the eastern end of Cuba.

Inasmuch as I am a trained infantry officer, I understood the kinds of training that they would need. The interesting part of writing Rebels on the Mountain came in creating methods of providing infantry training without the facilities and equipment that I had when I attended Infantry School. There was no record left by the Fidelistas describing their techniques, at least none that I could locate, and the only two surviving rebels, Fidel and Raúl Castro, aren't available for an interview.

Unfortunately, the few descriptions I could find concerning the conduct of the Cuban Revolution, are highly suspect. Like most propaganda, the narratives are mostly apocryphal.

Fidel, I suspect, wasn't much use for training the new recruits. He hadn't demonstrated any capacity for battlefield leadership during his aborted raid on the army barracks at Moncada, the one that landed him in jail. Also, during the stay in Mexico while his men were training, Fidel was constantly engaged in raising funds for his invasion. Ultimately, the only references I could find that mentioned Castro's participation in battles referred to the fact that he fired the first shot signaling the commencement of an attack.

Raúl Castro and Camile Cienfuegos were Fidel's chief lieutenants during those early days. Camile, hardly known in America outside of Cuban-American communities, probably was Fidel's best field commander. His photographs reveal a man of intelligence and humor, the kind that soldiers like to follow. It is doubtful that Raúl would have held any position of importance except by nepotism.

Che was the doctor although he groused continually that he wanted to fight. However, he had no training and, ultimately, proved to be an inept commander, especially at the Bay of Pigs invasion. That left about eight Fidelistas to provide training to approximately 200 recruits. I calculated that they must have been divided into platoons of about thirty each with one Fidelista assigned to lead them in the capacity of a sergeant I supposed. These would be manageable training units.

Every recruit brought their own weapon as Castro had none with which to arm them. One can only imagine the problems this created with supplying different caliber ammunition. How they were able to train these men to move, shoot, and communicate, as a combat team is the stuff of legend. I really enjoyed speculating as I wrote Rebels on the Mountain.

THE GRANMA RAN AGROUND about 100 yards offshore. Castro and his Fidelistas had to wade ashore at a place known as Alegrío del Pio, about fifteen miles east of their intended destination. The few survivors reported that they waded through waist deep waters as though in slow motion. This would be consistent with a heavily laden cabin cruiser approaching a sloping beach. Their distress was most likely the result of short rations while living in cramped quarters, unable to move about for seven days.

Studying that stretch of coastline, it appears that it is a mangrove swamp. This might explain why the Cuban army and air force had to wait a day or two to spring their ambush. The rebels weren't a good target until they wandered inland. It is doubtful that they found food and water in the swamp and must have made some bad decisions about keeping under cover when they left the mangroves. They came under fire as soon as they entered the edges of a nearby sugar plantation.

During the brief ambush, the rebel ranks were decimated. The three principal leaders, Fidel, his brother Raúl, and Camile Cienfuegos, remained unscathed. Che Guevara suffered several severe bullet wounds and had to be carried to safety. During the next few days, most of the survivors of the initial onslaught were hunted down and killed or captured. Only eleven of the band of 82 were able to escape into the Sierra Madres Mountains that dominate the Oriente Province at the eastern end of Cuba.

Every Cuban revolution began, and was mostly fought, in the Sierra Madres. Pico Turquino, the tallest of them, became the base camp for the Fidelistas. Pico Turquino is the mountain in my novel, Rebels on the Mountain.

Fidel lost the majority of his trained forces in that brief attack. Although not mentioned in any record that I could find, they must have been intended as trainers for volunteers that Fidel expected to recruit on the island.

One of Fidel's loyal lieutenants from the 26th of July Movement (MR 26-7), Celia Sanchez, had been recruiting in the Sierra Madres mountains in anticipation of his arrival. She had the pick of many outlaws and outcasts who populated the mountains and fought the hated Rural Guards of the Cuban army from the age when they had first been able to pick up a gun. Although they had valuable local knowledge and ample courage, they needed training to become an effective fighting force that could drive the dictator, Fulgencio Batista, and his henchmen from the island. That was the purpose of the trained Fidelistas who had arrived on the Granma. Now, there were just eleven of them remaining.

FEW OF THE FIDELISTAS who sailed on the yacht Granma and came to be known as los expedicionarios del Yate Granma, survived their arrival in Cuba. It is ironic that they survived the trip on an ill-suited vessel, to die in an ambush set by the Cuban army and air force.

The pilot, Norberto Collado Abreu, a World War II veteran of the Cuban Navy, hadn't allowed for the loss of speed carrying so many men as well as their weapons, ammunition, and supplies, and the voyage lasted two days longer than he had calculated. The worn out engines and transmissions didn't help either. Fortunately, he had brought extra fuel in jerry cans lashed on deck. Even so, they arrived with little remaining in reserve.

I never found a log of the voyage. Most of the Fidelistas died on arrival in Cuba and never had a chance to leave a record of their experiences. Thus, I had to surmise what it must have been like on board the Granma based on many years of experience cruising on similar types of craft. I attempted to depict the conditions on board in my novel, Rebels on the Mountain, as accurately as possible. For example, I imagined the difficulties of 82 men, many seasick, using just two marine toilets. These devices are notoriously cranky and frequently breakdown, especially when they are operated by novices. Also, I suspect that the supplies of food and water were barely adequate for a five day voyage. The extra two days that they spent at sea must have been grueling on short rations.

Che Guevara, the rebels' doctor in the early days of the revolution, must have been in charge of rationing supplies during the voyage. It is clear from extant records that Che was a cold and unforgiving man, and his bedside manner was probably more like Doc Martin in the popular BBC series of that name, than Marcus Welby. (For those who aren't familiar with my references, Che probably treated his compañeros curtly. I suspect that many, misled by popular fictional treatment of Che as a glorious hero, will be surprised by my characterization of the man. However, I will offer more substantial proof in another posting wherein I will discuss Che in greater detail.)

One event was handed down to us from that voyage. It involved a Fidelista who had been sent to unlash and toss the spare fuel cans overboard as the Granma approached its destination. Although not mentioned by the survivors, it is reasonable to assume that they didn't dispose of the cans one-at-a-time so that they wouldn't leave a trail of them across the Caribbean that would lead any pursuers to their location. The pilots of Jimmy Doolittle's squadron employed the same tactic for this reason during their raid on Tokyo. The man fell overboard as he was working and Fidel ordered searchlights turned on to help find him even though the illumination might lead enemies to the rebel vessel. The Granma circled in the night and Fidel refused to give up. He announced that he would “leave no man behind”. Was this story apocryphal, designed to make Fidel appear more heroic? Possibly. However, I never found anything to suggest that Castro was anything but driven and physically courageous, though of questionable judgment at times. Who isn't?

Fidel had planned on landing at Playa Las Coloradas near the municipality of Niquero, near the spot where the Cuban hero, José Martí, had landed at the beginning of another revolution 61 years earlier. Unfortunately, the pilot didn't have an accurate means of gauging their speed and overshot their target by about fifteen miles. He discovered his error in the early morning light. Fidel ordered him to head for Niquero, but quickly changed his mind and chose to head for the nearest land when a Cuban air force warplane spotted them.

Enjoy this brief interview with a new author, Joseph Mackey.

What is the one book you want us to read (title, genre, and availability). 

My book is called FOOLS! FOOLS! Is an entertainment/humor book. It can be found on Smashwords or Amazon.

Give us a one sentence synopsis.

Set between 2003 and 2008 FOOLS follows the adventures of Joseph Mackey and David Chandra, as well as the misadventures and actions of various fools.

Who are the main characters and who would you like to see portray them in a movie?

Me and my friend Dave Chandra are the main characters aside from assorted fools. I would like to see Jim Carrey portray me and Kal Penn play Dave. I think they are both exceptional actors and Jim Carrey is the funniest man alive.

Tell us about the story, but please don't reveal too much.

In 2003 I meet Dave Chandra and he tells me about a man who drops his suitcase down the toilet. We quickly become friends. After that we go on adventures such as stopping robberies, catching the insane, and hanging out with the Pillsbury Dough Boy. We see and record a lot of stupid things happening which is the focus of the book. The story ends in 2008.

What inspired you to write this book and how long did it take?

This book started out as a joke between me and my friend Dave Chandra. When I was in college we laughed about it and I didn't work on it until 2006, a year after college was over. I was unemployed at the time and I thought it would be a good project. It took about a month to write on paper but the inspiration took considerably longer.

What other books have you written? 

None yet, but I am in the process of writing a follow up or sequel.

Which authors inspired you, your style? None at the time although my friend Heather Dickson is a writer and she inspires me.

Where can we learn more about you and your books? 

You can find out more about me and my books on my Twitter, Smashwords, and Facebook pages listed below.

How can we follow you? Twitter, Facebook, Google+, etc. 

You can follow me on Twitter or Facebook  as well as Smashwords.com

Is there anything else you would like us to know? 

This book was a lot of fun to write and I am glad to have done so. I loved doing it, and this book makes me laugh every time I pick it up. Hopefully many other people will do so too. At the present time, I am writing a follow up that is a direct sequel. It will take me longer as I have other responsibilities now, but it is a great work in progress.

CASTRO'S REVOLUTION MIGHT have ended before it began like a tour to Gilligan's Island. Fidel Castro wanted an airplane to ferry his small band from Mexico to Cuba. He got a cabin cruiser named the Granma. You may have expected that he renamed the boat, something revolutionary and heroic. He didn't. Granma stuck and it became beloved. It became the name of a new province carved from the Oriente (Eastern) end of the island following the successful completion of the revolution. It also became the name of the official newspaper of the Communist Party in Cuba. You may even follow propaganda from Cuba on line at Granma.cu. Some might believe that Castro shared the old sailor's superstition that it's bad luck to rename a boat after it's launched. I couldn't say. He never addressed the issue in any of his speeches or writings so far as I've been able to find. 

Fidel purchased the boat with $15,000 US provided by Cuban-Americans living in Florida. Fund raising was coordinated by Carlo Prío Socarrás, a former Cuban president living in exile. 

The Granma was interesting to research. It's length was reported variously between sixty and eighty feet. The confusion may result from the fact that vessels may be measured along the keel or the deck or even the waterline. All three would be different for the same boat. Was it diesel powered or driven by gasoline engines? I found claims for both. However, all sources seem to agree that the Granma's engines were tired from years of use and that the vessel was seriously overburdened on the voyage to Cuba.

Inasmuch as I have the advantage of some experience as a sailor, I was able to calculate just how severely the Granma was tested. Approximately 82 men voyaged on the Granma from the Tuxpam River on the East Coast of Mexico to the eastern end of the island of Cuba. (I say approximately because reports vary.) That's about 70 more than I would have attempted to carry on that trip. Allowing 250 pounds for each man and the weapon, ammunition, and supplies he carried, I calculated that the Granma sailed with its normal load line (waterline) submerged by at least six inches. That may not seem alarming to you. The vessel would still have plenty of reserve buoyancy to remain afloat in a mill pond. Unfortunately, they weren't crossing a mill pond. Even more problematic, that load would have greatly raised the boat's center of gravity, making it extremely unstable.

Granma's buoyancy and stability were both put to the test as soon as it crossed the bar from the Tuxpam River into the Gulf of Mexico. Records show that the Fidelistas departed at approximately 1:00 am on November 25, 1956, to sneak past Mexican authorities in the dark. There was no guarantee that the Mexicans would permit their voyage to begin from their shores. A waning quarter moon would have provided the helmsman with just enough light to steer the channel, and not enough light to illuminate the yacht for sentries on shore.

Records show that a storm was sitting just off shore that night, and it must have been driving waves into the river entrance as the Granma exited. I can only imagine the pilot, Norberto Collado Abreu, a World War II veteran of the Cuban Navy, moving his cargo of men and equipment to make the bow more buoyant so that it could rise with the waves. 

In my novel, Rebels on the Mountain, I populated the Fidelistas with a young engineering student from Havana University, to provide readers with a character to interpret the scenario. I imagined that such a man, with his engineering knowledge, would have appreciated the dangers they were facing. I attempted to illustrate this fact for readers by showing his reluctance to board the yacht when he saw how heavily it was laden. I then demonstrated his commitment to the revolution by having him step aboard at the last second as they departed the wharf.

THE UNITED STATES was conceived by individualists, its wilderness was tamed by individualists, and its economy was built by individualists. Americans used to celebrate individualists and their individualism, but that all changed.

The majority of Americans now seem to abhor them. The adolescent need to be part of a group, to seek identity in a group, and be comforted by a group, persists into adulthood. It's a defensible attitude when you consider that the world and life are far more complex than they used to be. They're often overwhelming, especially if you suffer from any insecurities.

The responsibilities and liberties that individuals thrive on are a heavy load. To many, it is an unnatural burden. If the study of history has taught me anything, it is that few societies have tolerated individuals. Indeed, most have strict social codes against individual liberty and responsibility.

This lesson can be seen clearly in the Bible. The Jews were alloted far more liberty than most peoples of the early world. However, they ultimately decided that they too needed a king, someone to make decisions for the community and bear the responsibility for their consequences. David was presented with the mantle of authority after slaying Goliath, and he faltered when he became besotted with Bathsheba. Solomon became king and then became besotted with the Queen of Sheba. It seems that the Bible is warning us. Even the bravest and wisest among us have a hard time making good decisions and the mistakes of the mighty fall on everyone's head.

Still, as I have observed, the majority in America seem to want to follow this course. They have elected a new breed of bullies to eradicate individualism through the application of rules and regulations. Inasmuch as these laws are extra-Constitutional, a majority of Americans are beginning to agitate to diminish the Constitution. A recent New York Times article penned by a professor of Constitutional Law at Georgetown University, advocates abandoning the blueprint of America's government as antiquated and ill-conceived. I can't imagine that his students will be champions of liberty when they graduate.

Fortunately for those of use who prize our individuality and our liberties, America is not yet a democracy. The majority does not rule. Although its influence is flagging, the Constitution still rules and individual rights prevail.

The Attorney General has launched an all out assault on individual rights without waiting for the people to cast aside the Constitution. With the mainstream press providing cover by not publicizing his more flagrant assaults, Mr. Holder has been sending teams of armed federal agents to bully individuals and small businesses without bothering to provide even a modicum of legal cover. Ignoring Constitutional mandates for Writ of Habeas Corpus and legally specific search warrants has become standard operating procedure for America's Justice Department. One can only wonder when his goon squads will begin appearing on the steps of local and state governments and America will become a de facto federal democracy.

I don't expect to alarm the majority with any of this. By their votes, most Americans seem to concur with the Administration in these actions. The minority, the individualists who fume and bluster daring federal agents to just try and take away their rights, lack organization and may be picked off one-by-one by these Gestapo-like tactics.

America is now fragmented, possibly irrevocably. Compromise seems to be out of the question. Is it time to consider a splitting of America? Should we allow those who are willing to trade their rights and liberties for security to live in one part of the country while the individualists stalk their dreams in another? Or, will the individualists simply vent their annoyance ineffectually while the majority refashions America.

BEFORE THE GUN, bullies ruled the world. A man who was given the leisure to practice every day with his weapons, developed the skills necessary to oppress his community. Peasants, farmers, artisans, craftsmen, and scholars, all feared him. They strove to keep him happy and fed, warmed and well-housed. It didn't matter to them if he were their lord and master or their lord and master's enemy. All people lived in fear of bullies. 

Dominance was based on upper body strength. Casting a javelin. Swinging a sword. Smashing with a fist. Absorbing an enemy's blow. All required well-developed arms and chests. Running was for cowards, and cowards lost the luxury of being taken care of by their communities.

Human physiology dictates that upper body strength is the domain of the male. Despite the illusions (or delusions) portrayed in today's films and TV shows, women have always been, and might always have been, victims to the physical dominance of brutes. Although no one has ever proven that nobles exercised droit du seigneur – the putative right of a feudal lord to take the virginity of his serfs' daughters – it is far more believable than scenes of anorexic women overwhelming men using brute force only. However, a woman with a gun is a force to be reckoned with. Very little imagination is required to see how the gun, especially the handgun, came to be known as the “peacemaker” and an “equalizer”.

Why then are guns feared? Is it because they appeal to the same primitive emotions that caused early man to cower before thunder and lightning? After all, the gun also delivers its lethal charge with a flash and a bang.

Benjamin Franklin taught us the nature of lightning and how to tame it. We no longer have to fear it as a capricious and malevolent god. Still, more than 24,000 people die every year from lightning strikes. An average of fifty-one in the United States. You didn't know that? I'm not surprised. It's not a well reported fact. Who's concerned with the lives of 24,000 killed by “an act of God”?

We don't seem too concerned with children killed in the barrios of our cities either. Countless hundreds of them are murdered every year and there is no public outcry. Their passings are hardly noticed in our news media. However, when a tragedy strikes close to the homes of decent folk, there is a public outcry: “Ban guns!” How silly. It's obvious that removing all guns, even if such were possible, would destroy the peace and we would return to living in fear of bullies.

Some may argue that we don't need guns to protect ourselves. We have the police. There are two problems with that argument. Firstly, there is no policeman sitting here in this room as I write this, and I daresay there is none sitting at your side as you read it. I doubt if there is one within earshot. Certainly, there are many only minutes away. Just dial 911 and they'll come, and they'll arrive long after they're needed.

In countries, such as Great Britain, where gun ownership has been significantly curtailed, violent crimes against people in their homes has risen markedly. Criminals are assured that they can invade houses with impunity. The occupants have been disarmed by their government.

Secondly, there is a new problem. Many cities are losing their police forces. They and other public servants are being dismissed as municipalities are becoming bankrupt. Critical public services are being curtailed. How sad that voters didn't concern themselves more with electing people who would manage their affairs, especially their budgets, responsibly, rather than looking for ways to interfere with our natural rights to fashion a better, fairer society.

Unfortunately, the politicians who are elected are among the worst of hypocrites when it comes to guns. Recognizing that it is politically expedient to be against crime and natural catastrophes, and to preach the evils of guns as well as fornication and addiction, those preaching the loudest are often the first to avail themselves of these vices. They also send their own children to well-guarded schools while announcing to the monsters of the world that our children are attending schools where no such protection as armed teachers or guards will interfere in any massacres that they may wish to perpetrate.

Now, as we begin a new year, look back at the old one and we are confronted with a stark reality. It stares back at us from Chicago. Its overlord, Mayor Rahm Emanuel, is one of the greatest political bullies of our day. He has led the fight to make his city a gun free zone and every year, under his stewardship, violent death by criminals wielding guns has risen to new records. Chicago is now the murder capital of the country, possibly the world. Still, our President will not touch this fact as he shed tears over the tragic deaths of school children in Connecticut, but will not mention the even more horrific blood trail that follows him from his home district. Also, consider the strident call by Senator Diane Feinstein to ban “assault weapons” like the one used by the mass murderer in Connecticut. Is the Senator so blinded by her fear and ideology that she can't see that Connecticut already bans such weapons? Why would she believe that another such ban would make children safer?  

WITH CASTRO IN PRISON and most of his rebel band dead, Batista was confident of his position. In 1954 he granted an interview with American correspondents. He proclaimed that Cuba had finally achieved political stability and was becoming more economically diversified. For proof of his claims, Batista released his political prisoners including Castro and the few survivors of his attack on the Moncada army barracks near Santiago de Cuba.

Batista obviously underestimated Castro. Had he been paying attention, Batista would have been alerted by Castro's continued political agitation, even while behind bars. Fidel renamed his organization the “26th de Julio Movement” (MR-26-7) commemorating the date of his attack on Moncada. Even so, Batista freed Castro under a program of general amnesty.

Castro was received by his followers with great fanfare and celebration. They carried him through the streets on their shoulders. Fidel immediately set about writing and appearing in radio interviews.

Fidel and his brother, Raul, fled to Mexico which had a long tradition of sheltering exiled insurgents. They were followed by a few of the Moncada raiders and other dissidents. There they began planning an invasion of Cuba. Fidel enlisted Colonel Alberto Bayo, a fellow Cuban who had participated in the Spanish Civil War as well as the Cuban Revolution. Colonel Bayo distinguished himself for his courage and tactical acumen, but his side, the Loyalists lost and he took refuge in Mexico as an instructor at the Military Academy of Guadalajara until he joined the Fidelistas.

It seems that Castro had little time for military training. Fortunately for Fidel, Batista's army was well trained but poorly led, and Castro's failings as a battlefield commander went unnoticed. While his rebels trained in Mexico, Castro was kept busy traveling the United States, soliciting funds for his invasion of Cuba. He found contributors within the Cuban-American community but most withheld any significant funding because Fidel refused to offer them high office in his new government. Castro resented the fact that so many were willing to sit back and let him risk his life to depose Batista, and then turn over the reins of government to someone else. Thus, much of Castro's backing came from Americans who were inspired by his impassioned pleas for Cuban liberty.

Fidel wanted an airplane to insert his rebel band onto Cuban shores, but never garnered sufficient funds. He settled for an aging cabin cruiser, the Granma.

FIDEL CASTRO'S RISE from revolutionary leader to dictator shouldn't have surprised anyone who has followed the history of Cuba. He began as his predecessors began, championing Cuba for Cubans, collaborated with foreign imperialists to create the illusion of economic stability, and then elevated himself to dictator when the people failed to grasp the reins of their own destiny. 

Castro's career from the 1948 student riots in Bogotá, Columbia, to his exile from Cuba in 1953, was punctuated by his famous “History Will Absolve Me” speech. The illegitimate son of a wealthy island landowner, Castro discovered his voice and his ability to lead men during his student days at Havana University where he studied law. Many people look back at this period, especially his participation in the student riots, as proof of his communist leanings. However, I can't find any proof of this. 

Castro's early writings and speeches seemed more consistent with the anarcho-syndicalist movement that originated in Eastern Europe during the late 19th Century and found great acceptance in Latin America during the early 20th Century. Although the Socialists and the Anarcho-Syndicalists both rejected capitalism, they were not allies. Karl Marx feared that the Anarcho-Syndicalists would dilute his movement and repudiated them. It is also significant that, shortly after driving Batista from the island, Castro made his first overtures for an alliance with the Americans. He only turned to the Soviets for economic help after the Eisenhower Administration openly rebuffed him and publicly insulted him. Kennedy exacerbated the rift by then mounting a series of attempts to either overthrow or assassinate Castro. Unfortunately, the Americans underestimated the man. It was obvious from the beginning that Castro was a firebrand.

While still a student in Havana, Castro led an abortive raid against the Dominican Republic in a desperate bid to overthrown that island's iron-fisted dictator, Rafael Trujillo. When he graduated in 1950, Castro found little opportunity professionally in a society that boasted too many lawyers. He took a few pro bono cases, but spent most of his time working for the Orthodox Party that opposed Batista, fashioning itself as the true inheritor of the revolution.

Castro was a candidate for the Cuban legislature in 1952 when Batista seized control of the government and suspended the constitution. Championing the restoration of constitutional government on the island, he then led his abortive attack on army barracks at Moncada near Santiago de Cuba. His band of rebels had intended to seize weapons and ammunition there to arm their rebel band. Unfortunately, Castro was never an adept military commander and the mission failed through poor command and coordination. Most of his band was killed and the rest scattered.

Castro was captured and would have been executed on the spot except for the intervention of his archbishop. Fidel's early education had been at the feet of the Jesuits and he was a pious man until he declared himself a communist.

During his trial, Castro made a four-hour speech in his own defense in which he condemned Batista and his government, and declared that history would absolve him. He was sentenced to serve fifteen years in prison of the Isle of Pines, but was later exiled to Mexico.