Every December 10, the world marks Human Rights Day . Governments and NGOs issue statements about freedom and dignity. In my homeland of Cuba, those words sound faint against the clanging of iron doors and the quiet prayers of men and women who refuse to renounce their faith.

I know this silence. I spent nearly 12 years in Cuban prisons for defending life and liberty. My “crime” was to affirm that every human being is sacred because God created them. My cell was small and damp; light came through a crack above the door. What kept me alive was faith—not in politics or ideology, but in something deeper and higher than the Castro regime could touch.

That conviction is the real foundation of human rights. They are not the inventions of diplomats or lawyers, but the outgrowth of an older t

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