‘Viva la Revolucion’ propaganda aimed at Cuban children: part 2, a painful confession and history lesson

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Hey! Thanks for the post, Alberto. The images came flooding out of my vault of oblivion, like the Atlantic Ocean into the ballroom of the Titanic. @#!%$#@!

I collected these “postalitas” and filled up my album while casting a wary eye on all of the propaganda nonsense. I pasted them on the newsprint-quality paper with mucilage or Elmer’s glue, or even with starch (almidón) distilled from boiled yuca or malanga.   Even worse, I’m ashamed to confess, I found out after buying countless card packs and amassing lots of “dobles” (same card over and over) that my uncle Mario was a business partner in the whole venture. Imagine that: a capitalist cashing in on revolutionary fervor.

He took me over to the studio where the artwork was done, and I got to see the next series of cards in the process of being drawn. The artist was a nice guy, and we joked around a lot about the whole project, the way Cubans joke about everything.  What a shock to discover that the drawings were not the same size as the cards, but about fifty or sixty times larger.  On the way out of the studio I was walking on air and so totally distracted that I failed to notice a floor-to-ceiling glass partition in the lobby and walked right into it.   Boom!  Ay!  Imagine that:  a brand-new air-conditioned Cuban building with fancy glass partitions, built by Cuban entrepreneurs.  Yeah, we were third world for sure in 1959. Instantly, the largest bump ever seen on planet earth erupted on my forehead. My uncle and the artist laughed their heads off. “Oye, carajo, tremendo chichón; ahora si que te pareces a un marciano con ese cuerno en la frente…” And so on…

I eventually got the complete set of postalitas from my uncle, and filled up my god-damned album in one fell swoop, feeling like a cheat. As the country quickly transformed into a tropical Third Reich I hung on to my album, despite my loathing for it, thinking that some day it might be valuable.  Of course, I left it behind, along with everything else, including my whole family and my collection of Batman comic books in Spanish. I didn’t have the first issue, but I did have number 2. Where is all that crap now? Who knows? Who cares? Well, as it turns out, if I want to be honest, I have to say, after looking at these images: I care. I should have been able to hang on to that album and sell it at Christie’s, along with my Batman comic book collection.  Commie bastards…. Now they’re hawking the album to a new generation of sniveling cretins who might be as enthralled as I was  by the bright colors of the postalitas and their comic-book rendition of history.  I should have killed them all while I was still a child, and not yet fully responsible for my actions.  Maybe if I  travel back in time …. like Superman… I can fix it all.  Yes.

Así mismo. Vuelvo, y los mato a todos.  I had a few of those comic books too, so I know all I have to do is fly really fast westwards around the earth, opposite to its spin…  $#@!%$#@!

4 thoughts on “‘Viva la Revolucion’ propaganda aimed at Cuban children: part 2, a painful confession and history lesson”

  1. I too had the album de la revolucion and I recall vivdly looking foreward to the next group of postalitas to come out. I also lost it between Guantanamo and Miami back in 1960. I was not sophisticated at 13 years old to recognize propaganda. Also, I don’t think there is a single mention of communism or socialism in the album.
    What I find interesting is that Batista allowed them. Imaging the castro fascist allowing an ambum depicting the Escambrey rebellion. Or an ambum about the Bahia de Cochinos invasion by Cuban patriots.

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