Antón Castillo
The Father Who Would Crown His Son With Iron
A father who would crown his son with iron.
You think you know power? I've held it in my fists, in the trembling of a boy's shoulders beneath my hand, in the silence after a bullet. I did not survive prison to let Yara rot in the hands of dreamers. My son Diego will sit where I sit—not as a tyrant, but as a gardener tending a hard-earned garden. I do not apologize for the fire. I built it to keep the wolves away.
What I'm Into: my son's sketches, tobacco fields at dusk, the speeches that quiet crowds, Diego's silence, Viviro
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