Here we go again….
The Latin American correspondent for the New York Times visits the three neighborhoods in Havana where one is most likely to find Castronoid oligarchs and he declares that the island slave plantation is well on its way to joining the Free World.
Worse than that, the essay seems wistful about the good old days when inequality did not exist on the island. The emotional climax of the piece is a quote from a resident of a very crowded multi-family cuarteria (as they were called in pre-Castro days): “There are people with a lot, and there are people with nothing,” she said. “It’s just a sign of the times.”
Employing a privately-run nightclub in Miramar as the main lens through which to view the “new” Cuba, Mr. Cave asserts that the pace of change is truly astonishing. No word on who owns the nightclub in my former neighborhood, where only foreigners and the most rabid Castronoids are granted the privilege of living. No word on the acts of repudiation that the Ladies in White are subjected to every Sunday in that same neighborhood, on Quinta Avenida, at the church of St. Rita.
To add credence to his observations, Mr. Cave mentions in the second paragraph that his wife is a Cuban-American.
On and on it goes. It will never stop. Nor should we Cubans expect it to stop. The devil has us all by the short nether hairs. Talk about inequality. The Cuban people really have no voice in the news media. At home, their corrupt government controls all expression. In the United States, anti-Castro exiles are marginalized are reviled. The news business in this country is controlled by a clique of self-annointed intellectual elites who all share nearly identical credentials, as well as a deep faith. Their love of the noble “experiment” of the so-called Revolution is one of the chief items in their life of faith, a key definitive element of their religion, much like the Greek term “homoousios” (consubstantial) in the Nicene Creed. To disagree with them on this issue is heresy.
For me, the most disturbing thing about this piece is not the content –which is horrific enough — but the fact that it will be read by the intellectual elites who run higher education in the United States. Most of them worship at the Church of The Times, and spend their Sundays in its ample nave and multiple side chapels. They believe everything it tells them, and its articles and op-ed pieces frame all of their thinking and nearly all of their social chit-chat.
Now I will have to hear about all the changes in Cuba every time I set foot on campus.
Read it and weep.
The Cuban Evolution
by Damien Cave
HAVANA — MAYBE it was the Robin Thicke music video playing on a half-dozen flat-screen TVs, or the black-and-white image of the Brooklyn Bridge splashed above the V.I.P. area, or perhaps it was just the nightclub’s name: Sangri-LA. All I knew, as I sipped my $4 rum, was that this was not the Cuba of Fidel Castro’s 1959 revolution.
Nor was it the Cuba I first visited in the late 1990s with my wife, who is Cuban-American. That was a nation of grinding scarcity; nearly everyone we met asked us for something they needed — soap, pens, money, even the sneakers on our feet.
This Cuba, which I encountered on a recent weeklong visit, felt like a country struggling with its wants and jumpy in its eagerness to catch up with the world — as epitomized by this small but flashy nightclub, privately run, in the basement of a mansion in the capital’s leafy neighborhood of Miramar.
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