Sublime

Nineteen thirty-five was the year of the bomb: at National City Bank (today known as Citigroup), at post offices, at police stations. They exploded on holidays—New Year’s Day, the Fourth of July—or directly after Albizu’s speeches. Nobody was killed and nobody was convicted, but it wasn’t hard to guess who was responsible. “Some night, here, we wil

Tejada knew some of the basics of how to elicit a confession but he had never tried to stop one before. Señorita Fernández’s clear voice rang through the empty street. “You don’t believe me, Sergeant? Viva la República! I’m a member of—” Tejada grabbed her arms and kissed her.

For Muñoz Marín, Albizu’s long absence from Puerto Rico was a relief. Negotiating with Washington was a lot easier when the Liberation Army wasn’t drilling in the street. Yet Albizu returned to the island in December 1947, and several thousand people greeted him at the dock. Forty cadets from the Liberation Army formed an honor guard around him. Pr

Trinidad Oliva era un hombre que picaba alto. Se sentía injustamente postergado por el gobierno. Había estado preso en tiempos de Jacobo Árbenz por conspirar contra el régimen y no tenía la menor simpatía por Castillo Armas, de modo que podía ser una pieza clave para el proyecto.