On the last day of our cruise, we had some—unscheduled—excitement courtesy of oppressive social and political conditions in Cuba.
Debra and I were enjoying the late afternoon (me at the blackjack tables and Debra relaxing in the cabin) when the captain came over the loudspeaker informing us that the ship was turning around since we had spotted a boat of Cuban refugees headed towards the United States. The Empress had immediately reported the sighting—per U.S. law—and been asked by the Coast Guard to stay in sight of the boat so when they arrived, they would know where to find it. This meant two things: everyone rushed to the top deck to try to catch a glimpse of the unfolding drama and we were going to be late into port the following morning.
Both Deb and I searched the web to find articles about the situation, but only came up with this link from a South Florida NBC television affiliate.
We never got closer than a mile or two, so the photos aren’t the best given I was taking them with my little Canon digital camera. But photo (1) shows the crew members trying to re-locate the boat after we turned around and got back in the vicinity of where it had been originally sighted, (2) is the closest shot I got of the Coast Guard boat as it passed our bow on its way to the refugees and (3) shows the little dinghy deployed by the Coast Guard making actual contact. (By this time, we were already resuming our trip back to Ft. Lauderdale, so we didn’t see if they actually brought everyone on board the Coast Guard ship or how it was all “resolved.”)
The last we heard of it was when the captain came back on the loudspeaker informing us the Coast Guard had “thanked” us and were unwilling to share more information given the “sensitive” nature of the situation…
We actually talked about it at dinner that night with our table mates and had somewhat similar reactions to our fellow passengers’ reactions as we listened to the conversations among those on the top deck watching. I thought it was fascinating—and an interesting object lesson—how people’s professed politics (”don’t let any damn illegals in the country—they’re taking our jobs and costing us money!”) don’t always play out when faced with a “real life” situation. The general sentiment seemed to be of sadness for the Cubans who were so close to getting to the U.S. and were now apparently going to be sent back. Ask many of those same people a week before the cruise what their feelings about illegal aliens were and you would likely have sparked some vitriolic comments about keeping “them” out. But when you put them in a situation where the humanity is unavoidable, it appears more (morally?) challenging to be as absolute on the topic. Interesting.


July 7th, 2005 at 8:19 am
While in the Dry Tortugas in May, two boat loads of Cubans headed to Loggerhead Key, the Island next to Fort Jefferson (Garden Key). One boat load made it to the beach and the cubans got a foot on land at the high water mark. They got a ride to Key West. The other boat load got picked up at sea by the Coast Guard and got a ride back to Cuba. We were told that families in Miami are sending GPS units to their families in Cuba with one waypoint entered to be used to find the US…. The waypoint was Loggerhead Key. These boats are about 12 ft long with one small diesel engine (one cylinder) and the boat is full of people (10-15) and fuel. Guess it takes them 10 days to make the 90 mile crossing. For those that make it to land, we are told that our government gives them fresh clothing, $3000 t0 $8000 in cash and a letter to appear in court at a set date (wonder how many really show up for the court date). They must be desparate to get off that Island.
July 7th, 2005 at 10:38 am
Another side note in addition to Carl’s comment. One day we were told that a large power boat brought about 20 Cubans to US waters for a charge of $8,000 each. They dropped them all in the water and were told which way to swim. A few made it to shore. The rest were picked up by the coasties. It is our understanding that Cuban-Americans put up the money for their relatives. Quite a lucrative little business arrangement.