Another photo essay: Havana bares its soul
Martha Beatriz Roque continues to document the disintegration of Havana -- a process that is not limited to its physical infrastructure, but also extends to its culture and morals.
Is such deterioration reversible?
Probably not. And if by some miracle real change were to take place tomorrow -- the return of free enterprise and democracy -- it would take at least a generation or two for the damage to be undone.
Physical ruins can be repaired. Slave mentalities and degenerate cultures are much harder to fix.
These photos from Old Havana show yet another collapsed building that has become a neighborhood garbage dump. Residents complain to authorities about the stench, and about the rats and cockroaches that have overrun the neighborhood, but nothing is done about it.
The residents do nothing. The government does nothing. No one does anything but to hurl more and more trash into the ruins. And God help you if you complain too much.
This street reflects the current state of Cuban culture, of the Cuban mind, the Cuban soul. And the devil is in the details, literally.
This is where all the people-to-people junkets should spend every day, where all tourists should be lodged.
This is where Linda Ronstadt, Oliver Stone, Sean Penn, Michael Moore, and those who praise the "accomplishments" of the so-called Revolution should spend the remainder of their sorry days on earth.