Brotherhood in Little Havana

This weekend we headed down to Miami to celebrate freedom with a chapter of the club that knows more about the horrors of Socialism than any other in America.

Many were brought here by parents escaping Fidel Castro and his murderous Communist regime just 90 miles from our shores.

Saturday started with a trip to a world class restaurant and cultural icon of the exile community.

In Miami, if you want to run for office, mobilize the anti-communists, talk to the movers and shakers of business and politics, you come here to
Versailles.

Founded in 1962 by patriots of their homeland in Cuba, who are also American patriots, showing love and appreciation for the country that gave them a home when the Communists destroyed their nation.

While many of my countrymen sit on their hands with BLM and ANTIFA burning cities, our brothers in Miami know what happens if we lose. They can always be counted on to show up.

When you are up front facing the enemy, and you look beside you, they are there ….every time.

Millions of pastries and cups of coffee are sold at the Versailles walk up bar annually. It is a huge facility and always bustling with customers.

They don’t take group reservations.

Today, for the Proud Boys… they did.

The Miami brothers gathered freed prisoners and Proud Boys from all over the country to this epicenter of anti-communism in Little Havana, where they welcomed us with love and support when so many ignorant people show us hate.

They fed us like kings and you honestly don’t know what coffee is supposed to be like until you have it Cuban style.

Out front of the restaurant is a monument on a humble stone.

***The Versailles Restaurant***

***In recognition of the Cuban men and women who never resigned themselves to living without freedom.***

***They daily met in this Restaurant Versailles, a patriotic and cultural center of exile in order to contribute ideas and share the dream of a return to the homeland that awaits them.***

***La Peña de Versailles***
***May 2***

The last few years have been a terrible time of persecution for us. Many of our own countrymen, who we defended with our own blood turned against us.

Not one moment during the largest federal operation against any club in history did the Cuban Exile Community down here turn their backs on us.

After the meal we went to Miami Beach. Their VP and I rode the bikes while a huge rental van loaded up the crowd.

Afterwards Vice City threw an epic party at the chapter President’s beautiful home, cooking us a traditional cuban bbq with a whole pig, served with Yucca, Black Beans and Rice, Plantain, washed down with gallons of beer and cocktails.

Later in the evening a group of us went to a local bar and they had a huge sign “Welcome Proud Boys”.

On my trips to Miami and getting to know these men more and more, I can attest that the faith and family values, the work ethic, the patriotism, all of the things that made America great are here in abundance.

It is an honor to know them and to be called brother by them.

My life has taken many winding roads, and many were dead ends.

This path, a few hours down I-95 south, is no dead end.

These men will be at my side to the bitter end, they are proven and tempered by the fire, and the work of forming a more perfect brotherhood with them is among my most cherished life experiences.

They have stood in the face of evil, stood on their principles when it cost them, and defended me in rooms I was not in. This can never be taken away.

Thank you Vice City Proud Boys for being true brothers. We will never forget the sacrifice of Nick and Gilbert, who went to federal prison with honor and came home with it.

The rats like Enrique Tarrio and Fernando, the paid FBI stooges like Joe Biggs, and the pathetic scum who continue to associate with them are not worthy of wiping off our boots.