I am including two letters written by Janet "Ray" Weininger the duaghter of Thomas P. Ray. I met Janet on May 12 in a fast in front of the Miami Herald.
August 25, 1995 Richard Nuccio Special Advisor to the President and the Department of State for Cuba The White House OEOB Room 469 Washington DC 20500 Dear Mr. Nuccio: Last week in Miami at the Association for the Study of the Cuban Economy Conference, I had the opportunity to have a brief conversation with you concerning the Democracia Flotilla to Cuba. It is important to the struggle for the freedom of Cuba that our words be put in a hard copy form. It is best to begin by reintroducing myself to you, for if you met me on the street you would describe me as one who represented the typical American wife and mother, carpooling the children to school, ball games, dance and music lessons with the dog in the back for companionship. I like to describe myself as Pure Vanilla with a lot of Tobasco. The Tobasco part I inherited from my father an American pilot who gave his life for the freedom of Cuba. On the July the 13th Flotilla of which I was a participant, I couldn't go on the Democracia because I wasn't Cuban, but this time Ramon Saul Sanchez said, "Janet this time we need your flag." You forewarned me to be careful because as you said, "Cuba dosen't need another hero." I responded ,"Yes, Cuba doesn't need another hero. They just need to know the way home." When my father made the decision to fly his final mission, he knew the highest levels of the United States government had betrayed the Brigade 2506 and Cuba under the facade of the best national interest of the United States. He made the right decision, a decision of conscience, not a selfish decision. It is time to make decisions of conscience. It is time for Cuba to be free. Sincerely, Janet Ray Weininger
Here is another letter to Mr. Clinton.
Dear President Clinton: Thirty-four years ago, a six year old girl's heart shattered when she learned her father's plane would never again break through the clouds, never again would she run to the arms of the man in the green nomex flight suit, never again would her cheek know the feel of her father's whiskers. With a plaintive howl, she pleaded to God not to abandon her father. The only sound she heard was the whimpering of her dog, Chase, as he licked her tears, tears of pain, selfish tears. Out of love for her father, this little girl embarked upon a mission lasting over eighteen years to learn the fate of her father, to learn what makes a man take off on a mission he knows will be his last. Why would an American give his life for Brigade 2506 and Cuba during the 1961 Bay of Pigs Invasion? The answer would come as she watched his coffin descend from the plane in the shivering mist. This son of the south made his final flight home to Alabama, to the arms of his little girl, after being kept in a pullout drawer of a Havana morgue since his execution. The only request she made of the Cuban exile communtiy was for a Cuban flag. It would be the last thing that rested on the coffin of an American who made decisions of conscience, decisions of honor. As the coffin was slowly lowered in the ground, Pete Ray's daughter cradled his Cuban flag that now held tears for Cuba. He had taught her how precious freedom is, her mission had just begun. If you don't understand the reason for the September 2nd Democracia Flotilla to Cuba, read Pete Ray's daughter's letter to Richard Nuccio or ask her why an American would join the flotilla. I know what she will tell you because I am that six-year-old girl who will never abandon Cuba. It is time for Cuba to be free. Sincerely, Janet Ray Weininger 17901 SW 84th Avenue Miami, FL 33157 (305)255-5160 Email: email@example.com