In 1959 my father went to Havana to make a movie about the Cuban Revolution. While there, he met a Cuban dancer and my mother divorced him.
In July of 1961 he showed up in Los Angeles and pounded on our door at three in the morning, yelling that he been imprisoned and tortured in Cuba while working on a CIA frog farm run by Yanqui Commandante William Morgan. (Morgan will soon be the subject of a feature film directed by George Clooney). A psychiatrist diagnosed him as a paranoid schizophrenic.
Growing up, this was all I knew about my father: either something happened to him. In Cuba. On a CIA frog farm. Or he had lost his mind.
In 1999 I went to Cuba to try and make sense out of the nonsense…and learned that my father may have been telling the truth.
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