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Goodbye to Illusion and Spontaneity in Cuba / Iván García

Ivan Garcia, 9 January 2017 — The sun’s rays were not yet peeking over
the horizon, when Danier, 10, a fifth grade student at an elementary
in southeast Havana, with a small backpack and two plastic
bottles of frozen water, went with his parents to the Plaza of the
Revolution to participate in the “march of the fighting people” and
afterwards to see the military parade for the 60th anniversary of the
founding of the armed forces.

Seated on the curb of the sidewalk on Paseo Street, they breakfasted on
egg sandwiches that were already dry and a glass of soda pop. Although
the authorities have not offered an estimate of the people who attended,
to Danier it seemed like hundreds of thousands. “I imagined a military
parade with tanks, rockets, airplanes and helicopters. But there were
only soldiers, militia members and people,” he says, disappointed.

His parents, like the rest of those present, were not summoned at
gunpoint or forced to attend. The methods of ’s Cuba are more
subtle. “Before leaving for the end of year holidays, the teacher at my
son’s school asked them to write a composition about their experience
at the parade. If we hadn’t brought him, there was no way he could have
done the assignment,” says Julian, the kid’s father.

Julian was not forced to attend, nor did he go out of loyalty to Fidel
Castro. He probably would have preferred to sleep in until nine in the
morning. “But I have an important job at Labiofam. And if I didn’t
attend without a good reason, you know how it is,” he says, shrugging
his shoulders.

Less and less, businesses and schools pressure their employees and
students to attend public gatherings. In the years of Soviet Cuba,
listening to all of a four-and-a-half hour speech by ,
cutting cane, or participating in voluntary work, as well as receiving a
diploma or a tin medal, was all worth it to enter your name into the
state drawing for when they doled out fans, washing machines, Russian
televisions or a microbrigade-built apartment.

Now the handouts are other things. A snack, in the case of the state
phone company, , which later you can sell for twenty Cuban pesos,
or people go simply because an important share of Cubans act like
zombies and prefer to fake support for the government, which in the last
twenty-seven years has bot been able to benefit the workers.

In Cuba, the people who work for the state without stealing or
embezzling are, along with pensioners, those who live the worst. Deadly
inflation makes their ridiculous salaries disappear when they buy a
string of onions and ten pounds of pork.

But on the island, the Revolutionary symbols still weigh heavily. The
official media cling to them to camouflage the disaster. Celebrating
Christmas Eve and Christmas is considered a ’petty bourgeois’ custom.
There is only room for the olive-green narrative.

These and other Christian celebrations of the Western world are allowed
by the regime, but with a frown. Their legend is different. If God
exists, then the Cuban Revolution has Fidel Castro.

They don’t need museums, streets with his name, nor running the risk
that in difficult times his statues would be torn down by his
adversaries. Fidel is in the ether. He is omnipresent.

He was the architect of the ranch, he taught us to read, write and
think. The sportsman in chief. He was like Santa Claus, when he
distributed five boxes of beer or a can of deviled ham on the ration
book for parties or weddings, like one of the Three Wise Men when he
moved Christmas to July and offered children under twelve three toys.

Fidel Castro tried to bury the traditions. Proscribe the dreams. Danier,
10, is an example. He never believed in the fable of the Three Wise Men.
His parents, on the eve of Epiphany, never put toys under the bed.

“When I want a toy, if my parents have money, we go to the Carlos III
shopping center or the Comodor and buy it. There are children in my
school who are my age and still believe in the Three Wise Men. But I
don’t,” says Danier, back from the Plaza of the Revolution.

The anthropological damage that the government of Fidel Castro has done
to Cubans is incalculable. When at some moment we objectively evaluate
its effects, we will observe and realize its dimension.

We should not have feelings of guilt or believe we were idiots. The
leaders of the masses are expert manipulators, snake charmers. Citizens
as rational as the Germans also applauded a devious man. In his delirium
and self-centeredness, Fidel Castro sought to demolish the cultural
foundations and traditions of the nation.

One morning in January of 1960, from a small plane, the Rebel threw
candies and toys to poor children of the mountains who had never had
them. On another occasion, in the basement of the old Radiocentro
— today the Yara move theater, in the heart of Vedado — along with
Ernesto Che Guevara and Juan Almeida, they dressed as the Three Wise Men
and distributed toys.

The message was timely: now the traditions are ours. Fidel Castro
hijacked and changed dates of festivities like the carnivals of
Havana. In his eagerness to take over everything, he ruined the country.

He killed illusion and spontaneity in children and adults. It’s
unthinkable one person can cause so much damage. Fidel could.

Source: Goodbye to Illusion and Spontaneity in Cuba / Iván García –
Translating Cuba –
translatingcuba.com/goodbye-to-illusion-and-spontaneity-in-cuba-ivn-garca/

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