He was 12 and his sister was 14 when their mother told them they were leaving for the United States. It had been only two years since the Cuban Revolution, and fear had spread that the new government would strip parents of custody of their children or send them to the Soviet Union. Before they boarded a plane to Miami, their mother handed his sister a guitar and gave him a box of candy. Eleven days later, sitting on bed number eight in a shelter in Kendall, Frank Rodríguez felt hungry.

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Henry Hernández saw on local television that one of his favorite Cuban bakeries in South Miami had hosted Democratic congressional candidate Elliot Rodríguez and House Democratic Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries last Friday. So outraged was he by the visit from the politicians, whom he labels “socialists,” that this Wednesday he stopped by for one last colada, a Cuban version of espresso, and told the cashier: “I’m here to say goodbye, because I’m never coming back.”

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