Good Cubans

Another Cuban dissident dead at the hands of the castro regime and it will be business as usual today at the International Flights Terminal at Miami International Airport. The lines for the Miami to Havana flights will still be the same, with “gusanos” stuffed to the gills all over, brand new TV’s and Playstations wrapped up all nicely in their boxes and gold jewelry laden “good” Cubans waiting with pockets teeming with cash. Every single one of them, of course, dutifully there to visit and “help family” back in Cuba. The very same country these good Cubans fled and were granted asylum from.

Ask anyone of them what their thoughts about the death of Wilmar Villar Mendoza are and, if you don’t get the resounding “Who?”, you’re sure to get the standard feigned sympathy. “Si, que lastima.” and then they’d go back to the business at hand of waiting for boarding.

The Envios a Cuba stores are still in full operation today like any other day. With “good” Cubans also dutifully waiting in line with their packages of luxuries, also neatly boxed and wrapped, ready to be shipped back to those families back home in dire, dire need of curling irons and cafeteras. Care packages, we’re led to believe, to ease the dreary and the mundane. Bandaids for the misery.

Ask any one of those “good” Cubans about Wilmar Villar Mendoza’s suffering prior to his murder and, if you don’t get the unapologetic “I don’t know who he is” you’re sure to get hypocritical empathy. “Muy triste,” they’ll say, and then pony up the cash to send that much needed dress for a cousin’s birthday, or that crisp C-note which will ultimately end up in the hands of the needy uncle as a Ulysses S. Grant.

It’s business as usual at Valsan and No que barato today as well. With duffel bags flying off the shelves as well as their bloomers and tshirts and shorts and sneakers stuffings. More “good” Cubans taking care of their own, making sure their families are not want of sparkly shoes and shiny earrings.

Ask any of these “good” Cubans if they might send Wilmar Villar Mendoza’s family a candle to help them mourn, and, if you don’t get a roll of the eyes and a scoffing “Bah. You’re one of those intransigent Cubans,” you’re sure to get ignored.

Today, the day after the murder of Wilmar Villar Mendoza, the all-inclusive retreats along Cuba’s beaches are all song and dance as usual. Daiquiri’s and Piña coladas flow aplenty, quenching not just the thirst of foreigners from around the world, but the insatiable appetite for vacilon of those “good” Cubans. Those who left their homeland as political refugees but who’ve returned after a year and a day for “their families” who would otherwise never be able to step foot in that resort. Dignity is a small price to pay for two weeks of fun in the sun.

Meanwhile, the puppet masters in Cuba sit gladly by and pack their money counting machines. They wrap those earnings nicely in their bundles then split their take. One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me. Only there is no “you.” There is only “me.” And like true pennypinchers, they will spend only what they need on their bought and paid for underlings, on their muscle, on tonfas and screamers, tough guys and overseers, mouthpieces and echo chambers as recompense for maintaining the “me.”

Wilmar Villar Mendoza lived his final days within a putrid, dark and damp cell. He had no HDTV flatscreen TV or XBox. When his cell door opened he didn’t receive packages from abroad with new tennis shoes or fancy jeans. That’s not to say he was deprived of gifts from “good” Cubans from abroad. The largesse of “good” Cubans from abroad is clearly evident: brutal beatings and depraved indifference, funded and shipped from America.

2 thoughts on “Good Cubans”

  1. I oppose hunger strikes. If you start one but quit, it looks like weakness or a failure, and if you don’t quit, you get to “succeed” by dying. Martyrdom is noble and dignified, but if there isn’t enough chance it will accomplish the desired goal, it’s a kind of heroic waste. Besides, the bitter truth is that, despite exceptions, the Cuban populace does not deserve such sacrifice. Cubans, bot on and off the island, should do more themselves and expect less, much less, from isolated individuals, from heroes or martyrs like Mendoza. If “la patria es de todos y para todos,” then TODOS have and should take the responsibility for freeing it and redeeming it.

  2. Asombra good point, but really I believe that the decision to go on a hunger strike is noble and heroic, but also a very personal contract with God. There are some who reach a place where inaction is no longer an option, and a hunger strike is a desperate choice. That said, I hate the waste, it’s heartbreaking. How many martyrs can a people suffer?

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