I was doing some research on Latin America and came across this article. Not sure if it's been posted here before (it's from 2002), but thought people might find it interesting. If anyone has any good links on Cuba, I'd very much appreciate your posting them.
http://www.alternet.org/story/14066It is possible that Cuba after Castro's death will find itself saddled with a government that mouths the rhetoric of the revolution, but destroys the institutions that make Cuba so remarkable. In front of the most popular ice cream shop in Havana there is an oft-photographed billboard -- a photo of Castro, looking old and grizzly but still fierce. He is caught mid-speech, mouth open and soft, finger raised in the air to illustrate his point. Below the photo, in big letters, are the words: Contra el Terrorismo y Contra la Guerra. Against Terrorism and Against War.
It sounds sane and rational. For those of us in the States who have had difficulty stating a similar position without being branded traitors or terrorist-sympathizers, it's inspiring to see the message displayed so openly. But while it continues to provide a measure of inspiration to the solidarity brigades that come from all over the world, increased tourism and continuing shortages and restrictions mean that Cuba is having a harder time inspiring hopefulness and energy in its own people.
One's impressions of Cuba depend a lot on one's expectations. Anyone visiting Cuba, and especially anyone who visited the Soviet Union when there was such a thing or traveled to China in the last 10 years, would probably be pleasantly surprised by the amount of unregulated joy found on almost any Cuban street. People burst into song, play guitar and woo each other by the ocean's edge, and dance so well their clothes seem to want to fly off their bodies.
Returning on a packed truck from a beach in Santiago, I found myself surrounded by dueling songs. A woman would start a song, all the other women would join in, and then the men would respond with a (usually more sexually explicit) song of their own. At a few points, the songs converged and then the whole truck, including the driver, would shout out the chorus (Bad! No! Good! Yes! -- this was the chorus I remember best). I tried in vain to picture my rush-hour subway car, similarly crowded, breaking out in unified song.
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