Portrait from the Hall of Shame
When a historian encounters ignorance of the past or a distortion of history, the encounter can actually produce physical pain. When that historian is a Cuban exile and the ignorance or distortion involves Cuba, the pain becomes unbearable, even crippling.
What is the most adequate description of the man in this photo? Moron? Miscreant? Monster? All three? How about @#$!*!&^%$&^$#@!? Feel free to add to the list.
Unfortunately, he is much too typical, too commonplace. His name is not worth mentioning.
He “loves” the Cuban people and marvels at their deprivation and primitive simplicity. “They love talking baseball,” he says. “They’re blown away by our ability to travel, by our equipment.” He brings them baseballs, bats, and mitts, but ignores their enslavement and glorifies it. Worst of all, he attracts media attention and his pathetic crusade serves to augment the myth that Cubans are eternally poor noble savages who love their repressive government and can only survive through the largesse of benevolent foreigners.
So, take a close look at the photo. How many revolting items can you find in it? None of them are hidden from view.
The worthless pain-inducing article that accompanies the photo can be found HERE.