Monday, June 11, 2007

Cuba y Puerto Rico son...

I was going to breakfast this morning when I noticed about a dozen Puerto Rican youths, draped from head to toe in their flag, waiting for a New York-bound bus to take them to the Puerto Rican Day Parade, now in its 50th edition. I confess that I got a lump in my throat not only because the Puerto Rican flag, the twin of our flag, and consecrated to that fraternal people by José Martí, stirs in me almost the same powerful emotions as does the Cuban flag, but also because I was touched by their simple patriotism. When it comes to patriotism, simplicity is its highest expression.

I am sure that none of them knows anything about Puerto Rico; most may not even speak Spanish and those that do would probably surprise us with their innovations to the language. Few, if any, have visited the island, which would have allowed the senses to absorb everything that one can find in books. And yet, wonderful miracle of Nature and nurture, they feel Puerto Rican: it is what they are and what defines them in a great and notoriously absorbing city and nation.

This is instinctive patriotism, which flows in the veins and to the heart, bypassing all other internal organs (including the brain). It used to be that music, at least, bound them to Borinquén, but now hip-hop has replaced el punto. I suppose that their grandmothers still cook arroz con gandules and they eat it, but that is probably their only tangible connection to an island 3, 4 or more generations removed from their personal experience. And, still, there is their flag, with which they adorn themselves not just on this special day, but every day of the year. Their flag is beautiful, modelled as it is on our own. But there must be some other explanation for their love of it and identification with it; there must be, but, try as I might, I can't uncover it.

Which leaves us with the flag itself as the repository of history, culture and civics, not just the emblem of the nation but the palpable thing itself. Those who burn the flag, any flag, understand this, and those who support their right to do so do not understand it. If they did understand the real significance of the flag they would never support that so-called right.

The history of the Puerto Rican people is relatively uncomplicated as compared to ours. Our star sits in a triangle of blood; theirs in a serene sea of blue. On the island their historians have studied the Grito de Lares, which lasted all of one day, as thoroughly as our historians have the Grito de Yara, which lasted ten years. Every fact of their history and culture is explored and re-explored, and they revere all their prohombres whatever their political stamp, whether separatists, autonomists or annexationists (to Spain or the U.S.). Confronted as they are every day by the beauty of their country it is no wonder they love it; but I believe that they don't love it any more than those youths waiting for the bus yesterday.

God grant that, if nothing else, Cuban exiles have been able to inculcate that same love of country in their progeny born in this country or raised here; for we are in greater need of that instinctive patriotism than our Puerto Rican brothers (with Dominicans, the only brothers we have in this world). For in Cuba, there are vast numbers who hate our flag, who hate our country, who hate Martí. Not just those who have profaned our flag for 48 years but even their victims who react against the symbols which the enemies of our country have appropriated and used to cover their worst crimes. It is my hope and should be the hope of us all that this is a temporary delusion which will be dispelled as soon as our flag again flies over a free country. If it is not dispelled the future will not bode well for our unhappy country.

In any case, all will not be lost if Cuban youth, raised or born here, espouse that instinctive patriotism, always beautiful, but never more beautiful than when witnessed in the young.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

You're NOT Going to Believe This!

Now, what are the odds of this?

There is another blogger named Tellechea.

He is also Cuban (but not related to me).

He is also anti-Castro.

But he blogs from Spain.

The writing is brilliant and so are the graphics.

(Well, would you expect less from a Tellechea?)

Now, don't trample over yourselves trying to be the first to visit J.A. Tellechea's blog:

http://estanciacubana.com/index.htm

And after you've enjoyed the rich humor there, visit this other Spanish blog where the current state of our country is analyzed with great vision and historical perspective by Camilo López:

http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/estanciacubana.php

Finally, let me recommend to you, also from Spain, the anti-Castro blog Yo Fidel: Blogger en Jefe, "ghostwritten" by José Ferrer:

http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/bloggerenjefe/posts

Saturday, June 9, 2007

The Babalú Radio Hour: A Review

Henry: I think that one of the things about this whole thing that tell us that we are doing well is how many enemies we make.

George: I think events of the last week bear that out and I think it's very flattering.

Henry: Not just people that might be, you know...

George interrupts with canned recording: "DON'T GET STUCK ON STUPID."

Henry: ... not just them but other people, too, when they start doing blogs writing about you, and they start analyzing everything you write that must mean that we are getting up there.

George: Well, some people... Those who can do, and those who can't decide to create review blogs.

Henry: Yeah, correct, correct. That's the way it is.

The Babalú Radio Hour #14, June 8, 2007


Transcribing this was hell, I will not deny it, and yet it is likely to be all that remains for posterity of this hideous exercise in so-called "blog radio," which, more accurately, should be called an extended party line, for it is not likely to reach many more listeners than the old party lines did, despite Henry's frenzied avowals earlier about The Babalú Radio Hour's increasing audience. From 17 to 23 is an increase but it won't ever chart on Albitron.

So why bother to even answer the little miscreants' attack on us on their make-believe radio show? Well, for one thing, I never leave any attack unanswered, and, for another, attacks like this do not diminish us but only serve to illustrate the stupidity of those whom it has been our unfortunate duty to expose as mountebanks time and time again.

If ever any man was unfit for radio, even blog radio, it is Henry Gómez. Henry is a much better writer than he is a speaker, and as a speaker he could not be worse. George Moneo did not exaggerate when he called this exercise "an hour of our ranting." He meant, of course, Henry's ranting, but I do not think that anyone, even Henry, could have failed to make the right attribution. Every week it's the same: Val & Henry sitting before a mirror, unbosoming themselves of all their puerilities and undigested facts, in a self-indulgent and -congratulatory haze, providing to each privileged listener in their most select audience a higher quotient of insecurity and hubris than even Larry King does, whose shtick has to be spread rather thin to cover his millions of lobotomized listeners.

In this 14th edition of The Babalú Radio Hour, George Moneo substituted for Val, which is always an interesting diversion. Moneo has presence and command of himself, which neither Val nor Henry do, but he sets his intellectual clock in sinc with his confreres', pleasing them rather than his listeners being his object. George is the smart kid who knows that he has to play the dolt in order to fit in with the other boys and having played the part so long it has become internalized, so that he has in effect become what he wanted to be. In any case, whoever Henry is partnered with on the broadcast, it is always better than listening to him solo (does anyone remember the catastrophic "Cuban-American Pundits' Hour" which preceeded The Babalú Radio Hour?)

George, in particular, exercises a powerful restraint on Henry, literally shocking him from time to time with the blog radio equivalent of a cattle prod. Does wonders for Henry's equilibrium and jump starts him when he gets stuck on a word (which is often). The "cattle prod" is a recording that blurts out a cocky "DON'T GET STUCK ON STUPID" at appropriate intervals (which could be every interval). It would be refreshing to be able to note that Henry himself had invented this device to quicken his prodding intellect. A man who knows his limitations is half way there to conquering them (and will probably stay halfway there forever).

I am glad that Henry feels self-important because of my criticism of Babalú. It really is the best spirit in which he could take it, that is, the least personally abrasive. Supposedly the fact that I point out all his foibles empowerers him, and it is my sincere hope that it might. So long as he profits from my advice I don't care a fig if he preens himself upon being the recipient of it. He is indeed fortunate so to be. Let him extract all the validation that he can from it.

Flattered that I take cognizance of him, Henry is loathe to mention me by name, or even in such narrow details as would indicate who I was without naming me. George feels no such compulsion, as he is infinitely more full of himself than is Henry. He cuts in on Henry's ecstasy about "other blogs writing about [him], analyzing everything [he] writes" — which to Henry indicates that [he] is "getting up there" in the world — with a remark that does George no credit, and, I believe, is meant more to take down Henry than me: "Those who can do, and those who can't decide to create review blogs." This from a man who delivers himself of a brief post every two or three weeks which usually has nothing at all to do with Cuba. Yes, George, those who can do, and those who can't should really try learning Spanish. If Henry can speak it (even atrociously) why can't you? It is not necessary to speak Spanish to feel Cuban, but you definitely do lose something. Aren't there some Berlitz records in your monumental collection?

There are some good writers at Babalú and even some good thinkers, especially now that the rolls have been opened. Hopefully they will have the good sense at some point to ask Antonio Rafael de la Cova, a great writer, thinker and proven patriot, to become a collaborator. I don't think that I ever did a greater service to Babalú, not even by creating this blog, than when I forwarded Tony's e-mail address to Val years ago and asked him to get in contact with him.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Monomania Valentina: Or, How Well Do You Know Val Prieto?


Val Prieto at Babalú is running a contest to see who among his Valalusians is best acquainted with his personal history as showcased from time to time on his blog. There are three questions in all that might stump the Sphinx let alone anybody outside of Val's immediate family.

The first question asks Val's middle name (shades of Seinfeld). The next question is who designed Val's wedding invitations (shades of Seinfeld). The last question is what hotel on Miami Beach did Val & his family stay at during vacations (shades of Seinfeld).

The first to answer each question gets a copy of the children's book ¡Oye Celia! A Song for Celia Cruz. I hope Val kept a copy himself. He has to start learning Cuban history somewhere.

http://www.babalublog.com/archives/005358.html


UPDATE:

Everybody is stumped. No surprise. Val has now instructed his readers to use his blog's search engine to find the answers.


UPDATE 2:

His middle name is "Jesús."

More Like Tony the Tiger


Marc Masferrer has a post at Babalú on his jubilation at being elevated at long last from a second-class to a first-class contributor at Babalú along with the new class of Valalusians (I guess Marc at least gets seniority). On this solemn occasion Marc was required to choose a nickname for himself and he picked "El Tigre" in honor of his great-uncle the Tigre Másferrer (who used the accent mark even if Marc doesn't). He admires the fact that Uncle Rolando (whom he never met) was a "man of action." Nothing odd here: men of inaction always admire men of action. Marc, however, does not think that his great-uncle was a "patriot" even though he admits that he was on the right side of history.

As the old Italian saying goes: To those Whom God does not give sons, the Devil gives nephews.

Not a patriot? Really?

He must know something I don't (audible laughter in the background).

Not a "patriot" but still a role model?

I guess I could understand this if I had Marc's uncommon sense.

http://www.babalublog.com/archives/005356.html

Thursday, June 7, 2007

And He Will Go Gently Into that Dark Night


It had never ocurred to anyone that Fidel Castro's mind would die before his body did. And yet, in retrospect, nothing seems more obvious. Castro's body has never been exercised in the ways that other men's bodies have by the time they reach his age. He lived and will die a man who never did an honest day's work in his life, the national bitongo, because it took the unceasing labor and sacrifices of an entire nation to support his lifestyle, the nearest to that of a sultan which any man lived in the latter 20th century.

His mind, or, more precisely, his tongue did not live such a life of leisure. It was once calculated — and there is no reason to doubt it — that Fidel Castro has pronounced more words than any contemporary. The value of the words is negligible; their quantity prodigious. Fidel holds the record as the longest-playing record in the history of mankind. His parents wound it up 80 years ago and it is still humming the same monotonous tune, now more "mono" than ever before. Naturally that propitious organ was not a perpetual motion machine. The gears that kept his mouth moving were in his brain. It was an exceptional brain in its capacity to absorb information without the ability to process it. He had some knowledge of everything, or claimed to; but no practical knowledge of anything. He gathered numbers but could not add them; he drew conclusions in the absence of facts and made up facts to support his groundless conclusions. He thought he knew everything when in fact he knew nothing. Therein is the cause of every calamity that has befallen the Cuban people in the last 48 years. For it is better to be ruled by an incompetent who relies on others than by an incompetent who relies only on himself.

His latest interview (and probably his last), which was more carefully edited than The Battleship Potemkin, could not erase, but, rather, confirmed as never before the fact that Fidel's brain has at least kept up with the deterioration of his body, though I believe that by now it has actually gone leagues more on the route to extinction. In his declining years (will it be years?) he is destined to become a waxwork, more or less animated depending on his medication and other unpredictable factors, who will be rolled out periodically for important guests who don't want to miss out on the opportunity to say that they too communed with the great sham. In that twilight area between existence and non-existence he will quietly pass to the other life, or, for him, the perpetual void, unnoticed and mostly unlamented. We might almost regard this slow decline as poetic justice of a kind except that for every additional moment that Fidel languishes on earth, there are thousands of innocent men in his jails who suffer that many more minutes of unremitting suffering. If it necessary to end their suffering by wishing an end to his, then there is nothing that we can do but to wish him a quick release.

We will not know the satisfaction that the Romanians experienced when Ceausescu was terminated; nor shall Christmas bring the pleasant memory of our deliverance. Castro has eluded justice as he eluded responsibility for his acts all his life. We may hope that divine providence will settle accounts, but having been so indulgent with him thus far at our expense, I must really wonder what punishment could even come close to fitting his crimes.

On top of all his other shields — material or diabolitical — Fidel now has the additional one of an addled brain. No excuse or concession is to be denied him. His charmed life, with the common mishaps of an ordinary man and the compensations of those born to the purple in antique times, will end placidly; for he has no conscience and now probably does not even have the full recollection of his crimes.

There is a great unspoken secret among the survivors of the Holocaust; it seems almost indecorous to say and so it is seldom said. But the truth is that the Jews who did not lose their lives lost their faith in the Holocaust and it seems likely that such is and will be the reaction of many of our countrymen to his 54 years of inflicting pain and misery on our people without even a minute of retribution.

Babaloo's "Boo Boos"


In a brief but telling post, Henry Gómez, a grown man, supposedly, confessed that he made a "boo-boo."

Henry has made us seriously consider whether we should change the name of one of this blog's favorite departments from "Babaloo's Waterloos" to "Babaloo's Boo Boos." Really, we cannot bring ourselves to choose between them, so we have decided to use "Babaloo's Waterloos" for its biggest blunders and "Babaloo's Boo Boos" for lesser faux pas. Such as this.

And so with a smile on our face and no malice in our heart for those who fight the good fight against Castro — whether fools or not — the Review of Cuban-American Blogs marks its 100th post.

Seems like only yesterday, doesn't it, Siboney Val?

http://www.babalublog.com/archives/005342.html

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

New Times Names Oscar Corral "Best Commie Spy" in "Best of 2007" Issue


"Honrar, honra" (In honoring others we honor ourselves) said our great Martí, and before him the Golden Age Spanish writer Gracián. Well, there really is very little room for elegant variation in a quotation consisting of two words, and when Martí said it, the quote caught on.

In any case, I don't think the quote is applicable in every instance. For example, this one. Still I would be remiss if I did not congratulate Oscar Corral for the dubious honor that The Miami New Times has seen fit to bestow on him in its "Best of 2007" issue, where he was named Best Commie Spy. But although I rejoice that Oscar has been recognized for something other than as the worst reporter on The Miami Herald, I am not altogether sure that he is deserving of this Award. The best commie spy, of course, would be the one who doesn't blow his cover, that is, someone who has worked at The Herald as a Castro mole for years without ever raising any suspicions. Now, Oscar has raised a whirlwind of suspicions since he arrived at The Herald. If he were a commie spy, he is not the Best, but the best known commie spy on The Miami Herald.

However, I have on more than one occasion defended Corral against the charge that he was a Castroite spy on the grounds that he is simply not smart enough and Castro's spymasters are too smart to recruit him. I will stand by that position until proven wrong, and I am by no means adverse to the idea of being proven wrong in this case.

If Western Union telegrams had not been discontinued I would have sent him one and had it delivered ceremoniously at The Herald. But since I couldn't, I have personally left my congratulations at Miami's Cuban Connection, and I note that my erstwhile ally in the Miami Moonlighters' case Henry Gómez was the first to congratulate Oscar.

Here is my own congratulations:

I suppose I must validate your Award with my own congratulations, which I offer most sincerely. For me, the New Times' intended sarcasm is nothing of the kind, but a true testament to all that you have done over the last year to foster Castroism by misrepresenting and defaming his enemies.

While I am at it, let me extend my congratulations also to Critical Miami and Stuck on the Palmetto for their respective New Times Awards. All three blogs were former haunts of mine and I remember them all with fondness.

Finally, I want to promise Mambo Watcher that I will do everything in my power to make sure that he is the 2008 recipient of New Times' Best Commie Spy Award, so help me God.

http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/award.php?award=483433


POSTSCRIPT:

Oscar's apologists have come to his defense at Miami's Cuban Connection. Curiously, they don't attack me but Val & Henry. Victor offers this gem of personal invective:

"Say it ain't so Oscar, say it ain't so. I didn't know Fidel had agents in The Herald...Will it ever stop?... I say give him to Val the Impaler of Truth over at Babalu Aye's blog... He and his Prince of Fat Henry can 'slice him up real good' over at the next 'man camp event.'"

Whatever his political shortcomings his Shakespearean allusions show that this Victor has an education, though "Prince Hamlet" would have been better.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

The "Today Show" Goes to Cuba


Matt Lauer Visits "America's Mysterious, Friendly Neighbors to the South" After 18-Month Quarantine

With Morro Castle as a backdrop, Matt Lauer remarked that the 16th century fortress at the entrance to Havana Harbor had been built to protect the city from pirates, and not skipping a beat, he introduced the subject of the U.S. trade embargo, leaving his viewers to make the implied connection. Because of the embargo (not, of course, the Communist system or the Castros' own venality), wages are low in Cuba (50 cents per day), but that's more than enough for Castro's hapless subjects, because, according to Lauer, there is low unemployment and no homelessness in Cuba, its people pay no taxes but still enjoy the boons of a high literacy rate and free healthcare. Where have we heard that before? Yes, on every U.S. television program ever broadcast from Cuba or documentary filmed there. So much for the expectation that many nourished about more open and less biased coverage of Cuba in the wake of the transition to nowhere.

After commercials, interruptions and a running sideshow of (non-Cuban) freaks, there was a brief interview with a 17-year-old guitar player who asserted that the youth of Cuba are interested in music, not politics. But how could it be otherwise? The Castro regime fulfills all their material needs, leaving them all the time in the world to indulge their artistic pursuits. Later, Lauer would assure us that there is indeed "creative freedom" in Cuba at least in the arts. Matt has obviously never heart of the Padilla trial or Castro's injunction to Cuban writers and artists that "everything was possible within the Revolution but nothing outside it." But who would want to be outside the Revolution anyway? Certainly Lauer gives us no reason to justify such a "snobbish" attitude, and so it must naturally follow that dissent doesn't exist in Cuba; and since dissent doesn't exist there, then it follows naturally too that there must be no dissenters, which, explains, of course, their complete absence from the show.

Next Matt briefly interviews a very haggard-looking Ricardo Alarcón and asks him, "Who is in charge in Cuba today." Finally, a question worth asking; but not, however, a question that Alarcón thinks worth answering and so he doesn't. Lauer, of course, does not take him to task for his evasion, but accepts Alarcon's assurances that everything is running smoothly in Cuba regardless of whom is in charge.

After blaming the trade embargo for Cuba's collapsing infrastructure (as he will for everything negative which he observes on the island), Lauer has a brief interview with Marion Berry. No, not the cocaine sniffing former mayor of Washington DC, but the (white) congressman from Arkansas of the same name. Berry is a rice farmer. His government subsidies are obviously not enough for him. He wants to sell his rice to Cuba, which Lauer noted the U.S. already supplies with 10 percent of its rice imports. That 10 percent covers the needs of Cuba's elite. The other 90 percent consume a rice that has such natural additives as pebbles, talc, dead insects and their excrementa. This rice is imported from Vietnam where it is usually fed to hogs. Still it's good enough for the Cuban people, who before the Revolution imported only China's highest grade rice and consumed more of it than any other people on earth.

After a teaser about a certain Rivero family that leads nowhere, Matt next has the most offensive exchange in the show with correspondent Andrea Mitchell, whose hatred for Cuban exiles is at least as rabid as the unlamented Katie Couric's (is that a job requirement for female reporters in the MSM?). She tells us that the U.S. and Cuba "have a shared interest and are working quietly together to make sure that [in the event of any change in Cuba] Miami people don't hit the boats and Cuban people don't hit the boats." And this is true: the U.S. and Cuba cooperate like allies when it comes to maintaining the status quo in Cuba or curbing the exiles' impulse to change it. In the view of the U.S. and Communist Cuba, Cuban exiles are not Cubans anymore; they are just "Miami people." And what do these Miami people want in Cuba? Is it to rescue their relatives as they did in the Mariel exodus? No, silly. The "Miami people" want their property back. Lauer observes that it is this fear of the "Miami people" which may be keeping Castro in power in Cuba, not, of course, the regime's apparatus of repression. The "Miami people," we might observe, though Lauer does not, have sent more in cash remittances to Cuba over the last 25 years than all the island's properties are worth.

Matt then proceeded to make what is undoubtedly the most telling remark in all his reportage on Cuba -- he referred to the trade embargo as a "blockade" as in "Cuba has persevered in the face of challenges [including] the blockade." This was no doubt a concession to "balanced reporting." You see, by interchangeably using those terms, you demonstrate your impartiality. No you don't. What you demonstrate is that you don't know the meaning of either a "blockade" or an "embargo."

In the bad old days of the Soviet Union, when Stalin made an an unexpected and incredible statement which took everybody's breath away, he usually prefixed it with "As is well-known..." Well, Matt used the same device when he declared with no hint of sarcasm: "We [Americans] know an awful lot about the history of Cuba." He then proceeded to tell us what Americans know (or at least believe they know): "Havana was a playground for tourists and gangsters. It was a period captured in the classic film The Godfather [II]." This was a refreshing admission that Coppola's toxic film is the source for everything that Americans know about pre-Castro Cuba, and, of course, it is a fictional representation which in turn derives its "historical facts" from the Castro regime's own hackneyed propaganda.

More Cuban "history" follows: After the fall of the Soviet Union, Castro called for an "organic revolution," and, as if by magic, farmers' markets sprung up all over the island to supply the deficiencies of "The Special Period." So the fall of Communism actually "benefitted" the Cuban people materially just as every other calamity that has befallen them in the 48 years of Castro's rule. King Midas should have been that good.

We next learn that Cuban grocery stores are filled with American goods. To prove it, Matt's goofer shows bottles of Hunt's Ketchup and Windex purchased in a Cuban store for an extravagant amount, which seems altogether reasonable to Matt, who obviously doesn't do his own shopping. However, the balding wunderkind failed to make the connection that the average Cuban worker earning 50 cents per day (according to him) would have to labor for more than two weeks to buy that $8.00 bottle of ketchup.

And what does he conclude from that $8.00 bottle of ketchup: "A lot of people think that the time has come to end the embargo." Why? So that the Cuban people can buy that $8.00 bottle of ketchup from American capitalists rather than from Fidel? It is wily Fidel who wants the embargo to stay in place, Lauer reasons, supposedly because he gets to sell the people $8.00 bottles of ketchup. So let's thwart Fidel and lift the embargo and Cubans will be introduced to the $7.99 bottle of ketchup.

Next came a debate of sorts -- you know, the kind when the debaters can't address each other directly -- between Sen. Bob Menéndez (D-NJ) and Kirby Jones of the U.S./Cuba Trade Association. Needless to say, Menéndez annihilated Kirby even though Lasuer cut him off when he mentioned jailed political dissidents (the only time they were mentioned in the show). Perhaps Lauer thought that because Sen. Menéndez is a Democrat he would be less "volatile" than Ileana or the Díaz-Balarts. He was wrong. Menendez is a cool character. He didn't miss the opportunity to praise Clinton's Cuba policy, but cut no slack to the opponents of the embargo or to the Castro regime. Kirby Jones, sitting beside Matt, surprised us with the most honest answer that any opponent of the embargo has ever given regarding it: "If this were a worldwide embargo, it would be another thing." Yes, indeed. It would most assuredly be "another thing." The "thing" it would be and the result it would produce can be seen in South Africa, where apartheid was flushed out precisely because all the world's nations banded together to repudiate it through a worldwide embargo. Even the Vatican, a constant critic of the embargo on Cuba, supported the embargo on South Africa.

And speaking of apartheid, Matt acknowledged that it does exist in Cuba. For Matt, however, "tourism apartheid" did not consist of excluding Cubans from hotels, beaches and other facilities which are reserved for foreigners, but, rather, he defined apartheid not as segregation of the natives, but the preference given to maintaining tourist sites in a better state of repair than the buildings inhabited by Cubans. So, in other words, if Castro only handed out paint and brushes, "apartheid" as defined by Lauer would disappear in Cuba.

But even if Castro can't give the Cuban people paint and brushes, he has given them games, that is, baseball, boxing and ballet (of course, Castro introduced all these to Cuba). In fact, "no country in the world has a greater appreciation for the arts than Cuba." This is one of Matt's many elliptical statements. Allow me to complete it: Nor does any country on earth control the arts and the artists as does Communist Cuba; nor does any country exploit artists more, cheat artists more or suppress artistic expression more.

Speaking of the Cubans' love for baseball, Matt remarks that as soon as a boy is born in Cuba his parents want to get him a baseball bat and mitt. Another elliptical statement: Matt does not mention that the average Cuban parent will not be able to satisfy that desire unless he has relatives in Miami.

Matt next extolls Cuban music with all the usual clichés. While interviewing Juan de Marcus, the Cuban producer of the Buena Vista Social Club, Matt actually declares "There is still creative freedom here [in Cuba] for artists." But most of the artists featured in the BVSC had been buried alive by the regime for 40 years and forced to work as laborers and shoeshine boys before an American record producer rescued them from oblivion and made himself and Castro another fortune (the artists themselves receiving little or nothing) from the vaunted sale of 12 million CDs. Marcus, not to be outdone, delivers himself of ths pearl: "Music is like the food for Cuba." Not just like it, but most of it. There followed a performance by Los Van-Van which was my cue to empty my bladder, so I can't critique it.

And, finally, after several plugs, comes Elián, or, rather, he doesn't. He's 13 now and must be going through that teenage "angst" which is best not broadcast. In fact, his angst must out-angst all other adolescent angst. Matt does acknowledge that Elián is a propaganda tool, or, as Matt puts it, "he is being groomed for political office in Cuba." When the host in New York observes that Elián's Miami family has not been allowed to see him since he was returned to Cuba 7 years ago, Matt smirked and actually gobbled, the only word I could find to describe his facial and neck contorsions, which were necessary to prevent him from blurting out what he was really thinking: "The Miami relatives and all Cuban exiles can go to hell." Instead, after he regained his compusure, Matt blamed the distance between Cubans on the island and in exile for this separation. Of course, Fidel, who engineered it, and Juan González, who complied with Castro's orders, are not to blame. Elián's two "fathers" and scary "Uncle" Raúl had nothing to do with it. Matt even told a bold-faced lie when he asserted that Elián's father sued and won custody in U.S. courts. The fact is that the Clinton administration preempted the trial and subverted the justice system by kidnapping Elián at gunpoint and forcibly repatriating him to his "extended family" in Cuba.

The program concludes with Matt being presented with a pure Irish linen guayabera, the kind that was last available in Cuba at El Encanto and which no Cuban can afford or wears today except the capos of the regime. He accepts it with very little graciousness, remarking that it is likely to be seized by "the trade embargo people" on his return to the U.S. owing to that bad, bad embargo.

Cuba es ...


We are grateful to Jewbana for providing us this quotation from Juan Cueto Roig, who pretty much feels and speaks for all of us when he writes:

"Cuba es un recuerdo que se niega a ser olvido. Una distancia que desgarra y enajena. Cuba es el paradójico Edén por el que mueren: los que en volverla a ver mueren soñando y los que en escapar sueñan muriendo. Cuba es la última ilusión de mi vida".

Which I have translated as:

Cuba is a fresh memory that refuses to grow old. It is a distance in time and place which breaks our hearts and alienates us from the world we inhabit. Cuba is the paradoxical Eden of those who died still dreaming of seeing her again as well as of those who escaped death only to live in its shadow without her. Cuba is the last illusion of my life."

An Interesting Discovery


No doubt others may be familiar with it but I am not. I think it will especially interest our Brazilian-based reader who never comments here but visits us daily. It is a Portuguese blog entitled Fumaças (Fumazas), which is dedicated to "charutos [cigars], politíca, poesia [e] prazeres" and whose motto is "Never, never, never give up." It is written in Spanish, for the most part, by João Carvalho Fernandes. In it I found little about "charutos, poesia [e] prazeres" and a great deal of Cuban news and commentary, all of it critical of the Castro regime. The man is certainly one of us and how he became one of us is a pleasant and encouraging surprise. I urge you visit his blog and thank him for feeling our pain at such a remove. Visit it also as a tonic against Matt Lauer's lies. The world does not consist solely of this country. Civilization both includes and transcends this country.

http://fumacas.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/cat_cuba.html

Monday, June 4, 2007

NBC Is Going to Cuba to Praise Castro, Not to Bury Him


Matt Lauer is mostly known in this country for his ever metamorphosing hair (hair today gone tomorrow). Nevertheless there is great anticipation about his trip to Cuba among my fellow Cuban bloggers. One has already bought into NBC's propaganda and is actually soliciting questions for Lauer. As if. Well, on today's "Today Show" they had a video preview of some of those questions. There was a man, virtually in tears, pleading with NBC to tell us the truth about Cuba. He was not allowed to specify what that "truth" was. And then there was a prototypical dyke who was allowed to opine on air that "I know that in the Batista days there was no middle class, just rich and poor in Cuba." Really, and yet every indicator shows just the opposite, that before the Revolution Cuba had the largest middle class in Latin America. Well, what else may we expect? Castro taught Cubans to read? Gave them "dignity?" His "legacy" will survive him?

Well, as I said, they came to praise him, not to bury him.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

La Raza


We all know that Martí famously said that there are no races, and yet throughout his writings we find the expression "la raza." Of course, there is no contradiction in terms. The races which Martí denied were the artificial constructs which divided men on the basis of the quantity of melanin in their skin or the contours of their facial features or hair. For Martí, "race" meant something else. In a word, identity. That is, what an indidivual happened to identify himself as, not how society identified him. Marti extolled la raza at every opportunity. He knew such a diverse people as inhabited "Our America" could only find common ground in a shared identity that transcended color or ethnic origins and embraced everyone who claimed a share in it. Although Martí tended to idealize the indigenous peoples, he did not do so at the expense of the Spanish. Never in his writings will you find any mention of the Black Legend which purported that Spaniards were more bloodthirsty, rapacious and brutal than any other European people. This canard, invented by the English to explain Spain's predominance in the Americas, could have been exploited to good advantage by Marti among their American descendents, who continued to believe it long after the English discovered that the French were the real "villains" of Europe. But Marti rejected the Black Legend because it was a lie and he had no intention of building the future upon a lie. He also surmised that it would be the greatest folly for Hispanics to attack the mother country on such grounds, because sooner or later that same Black Legend would be transposed on the descendents of the Spaniards once the Spaniards themselves had been forced to quit Cuba and Puerto Rico.

Ironically, Marti's death unleashed just such a response in the U.S. media of the time. An industry actually grew up around defaming Spain, which was nurtured by William Randolph Hearst and other imperialist editors, who championed Cuba's freedom but not her independence. Freedom, that is, under the aegis of the United States. Of course, the Spanish committed atrocities enough in Cuba to require no embellishment, particularly in the 2 years of Valeriano Weyler's rule. But the anomaly was transformed into the norm. Cuba was the "Ever-Faithful Isle" for nearly 400 years not because Spain was always cruel to us, but because she was not. It was only in the last 50 years years of its 400-year rule that Spain became a cruel mother and then it was not because she disdained us but because she didn't want to let us go. That break would have been quick and relatively painless except for the U.S., which sanctioned and abetted Spain's abuses while turning its back and worse on the rebels who only asked from this country what the Thirteen Colonies had asked of France and Spain.

The U.S., of course, wanted Cuba as a slave state and tried on numerous occasions to buy the island from Spain for extravagant amounts. When Spain declined to sell (and bless you for that, Spain), the U.S. decided that it was in its interest to uphold Spain's claims in Cuba until the day that it would wrest Cuba from her. What it didn't want to do was wrest the "ripe apple" from a victorious Cuban Republic, and it did everything in its power to make sure it wouldn't have to. Like a vulture that circled its prey for a century, the U.S. finally moved against Cuba when the rebels had wrested control of 90 percent of the island from Spain and were on the verge of ending Spanish rule in Cuba. Then came the yellow press, jingoism, Manifest Destiny and finally the misnamed Spanish-American war where with a loss of no more than 200 soldiers (and most of these from diarrhea) the Americans stole the victory which a half-million Cuban lives had secured and then came Occupation, the Platt Amendment, and Guantanamo which framed the birth of the Cuban Republic, and, a half-century later, the Eisenhower State Department (which Senator McCarthy was right to say was riddled with Communist agents), The New York Times, the embargo on arms sales to Cuba and the ultimatum to Batista to turn Cuba over to that "Jeffersonian democrat" Fidel Castro. After they had killed the Cuban Republic, the Americans buried it but good with the Bay of Pigs, the Kennedy-Khruschev Pact and a hundred over betrayals, which brings us to today's "Wet Foot/Dry Foot" policy and the U.S. becoming, Communist Cuba's largest trading partner.

BUCL's campaign against Spain ignored two vital facts: the first was that we (not the Americans) defeated Spain more than 100 years ago, and, second, that we have yet to overcome the consequences of U.S. meddling in Cuba, and that not until we do shall Cuba again be free.

I sense, because I can read the BUCLERs and anticipate their acts — no great praise accruing to me therefor, since it is like guessing the tricks of really simple children — that they are soon to conclude their Campaign against Spain and move on to another target of opportunity; Italy, perhaps. Before we conclude the Spanish imbroglio, however, I should like to point out the reason that attacking the Spaniards is no different from attacking our own oppressed brothers on the island.

The first to discern this fact was not a Cuban, but the great Puerto Rican patriot and philosopher Eugenio Maria de Hostos (1839-1903), himself, incidentally, the grandson of Cubans and married to a Cuban. Of him Marti said that if Cubans had heeded Hostos' advice in the Great War (1868-1878) they might have prevailed. So Hostos' opinion is important; very important. Call him, if you will, along with Betances, the Puerto Rican Marti. He observed this about Spaniards and Cubans and what he noted 130 years ago is still true today:

"The Spanish, whose will is misguided, have not been able to commit the one evil deed that would forever have condemned Cubans to the horrors of being Spaniards: they have not been able to engender Spanish children. The Spaniards mixed with Indian women, and had Cuban children; with negro women, and had Cuban children; with foreign women, and had Spanish children; with Spanish women, and even they bore Cuban children. They brought them up to love Spain and hate Cuba; but their children became Cubans in their love for the oppressed island and their bitter hatred for the oppressor. They taught them to be zealots of the Spanish God, the Spanish king, and Spanish grandeur, but their children became Cubans in their zealotry against Spanish zealots. They sent them to Spain to make them forget Cuba, but their children came back cursing Spain. When the revolution broke out all the young Cubans who could left Spain, where they had spent most of their active years, to go fight against Spain in Cuba, where they had lived only the early years of childhood. This is the rebellion of nature; it is the sacred abhorrence of injustice; the divine anger of goodness.

If the Spanish at some time opresssed us, it was their children who helped to liberate us. It was in Cuba, also, that the Spanish character, purified and refined in that crucible, reached its greatest expression, not only in our glorious Martí, son of an asturiano and an isleña, but in millions of other Cubans, even Cubans born in Spain herself, who found in Cuba not just a refuge but a home and repaid their adopted country with their honest labor and industry.

For the last time: any Cuban who undertakes a bigotted campaign against the mother country does not know or does not care to know that what we are, for good much more than for ill, is the children of Spain:

"La raza is the greater homeland and ought by right to command from all the countries she engendered the same tribute owed a mother by her children." — José Martí

Saturday, June 2, 2007

An Important Notice Regarding the Artist Formerly Known as Val Prieto


Val Prieto will henceforth be known on this blog as "Siboney Val" in recognition of his tireless defense of the island's indigenous people against the assaults made on them by Spaniards attempting to force religion on them. As the exemplar of our highest cultural values, and avenger of the Spaniards' immemorial wrongs, Siboney Val has earned the right to represent the otherwise extinct Siboney people.

Hail to you, Siboney Val, the areíto will never die in you!

Friday, June 1, 2007

Is There Anything At All in Henry's Mind On Any Day?


So who is dumber? I honestly believe that Henry is, because Val at least knows the lacuna in his knowledge and avoids whenever possible questions that might betray it. When Val dips in unfamiliar waters he is usually the worse for it, as in his recent assertion that Spaniards "forced religion" on his siboney ancestors, which leads naturally to the question (at least in well-ordered minds) of whether religion is a good thing or not. Most historians agree that at least in the colonization of America, it was. In fact, religion curbed and helped eliminate the abuse of the indigenous population by boldly declaring that the natives were human beings no different from the colonists in the dignity of their persons. That was the subject of a papal bull of 1537. The descendents of the English didn't get around to acknowledging that until 1965, when the Civil Rights Bill was signed.

To be fair to Val, I am sure that he had no idea whatever that he was propagating the Black Legend, which claims that Spaniards are more fanatical, intolerant, bloodthirsty and greedy than any other European people. This myth, of course, was invented by the English, whose ideas of racial superiority prevented them from ever mixing with the natives, and, on the rare occasions when they did, led them to disinherit and even enslave their progeny.

Val, however, stumbled on a fact which Henry was quick to discern and exploit — if you resurrect the Black Legend, Spaniards will listen. In his latest post on Babalú, Henry Gómez exploits the Black Myth for all it's worth as no has since 1898.

Henry accuses Spaniards of "plundering the new world of all its gold and silver" (there's as much of that stuff there now as there was then) and being "frozen in a psychological state of colonial masters." Why? Because the Spanish government has asserted a claim to the historical reliques on a sunken Spanish galleon which the descendents of Englishmen (of all people!) want to, shall we say, plunder, as their pirate ancestors did 500 years ago. Are the English, then, still "frozen in a psychological state of colonial pirates?" Is the Jolly Roger still synonymous with the Union Jack?

Of course, Henry is not making "war" on the English. These are the people that nurture his American uber Cuban soul.

And this ignoramus and self-described "American-Cuban" named Henry has the temerity to accuse our friend Charlie Bravo of Killcastro blog, who first brought this story to light, of being some kind of poseur because he calls himself "Charlie" instead of "Carlos?"

OK, Henry, here's another lesson in history for you: there really was a historical figure name "Charlie Bravo." His real name was Colonel Charles (not Carlos) Hernández, but he was known by everybody in his day as "Charlie Bravo." (bravo means brave and daring in Spanish). Who was he? The most successful gunrunner in history. For years he almost singlehandedly kept the Cuban rebels supplied with arms in violation of the so-called U.S. Neutrality Act (which allowed U.S. arms merchants to sell to Spain but not to the rebels). Charlie Bravo was indicted dozens of times for violating the U.S. Neutrality Act but always acquitted because of the legal genius of Horatio Rubens, a young Jewish lawyer chosen by Martí to be the legal counsellor of the Cuban Revolutionary Party, and because the American people then actually sympathized with the Cuban rebels (even though their government didn't) and no jury ever found them guilty.

"Charlie Bravo" is actually a symbol of resistance to both Spanish power in Cuba and the U.S. government's attempts to thwart Cuban independence as it waited for the "ripe apple" to fall into its lap.

Of course, Henry would have wanted Charles Hernández (aka Charlie Bravo) to be put in jail because he flaunted U.S. laws, and if Henry had been on one of those juries he surely would have voted to convict him. Such a good American, Henry is.

http://www.babalublog.com/archives/005290.html


UPDATE:

In the "Comments Section," Henry's support for burning the Cuban flag.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

And From the Peanut Gallery...


Tallachea can't take it ... he is on a suicide watch
Posted [on Babalú] by: Abajofidel at May 31, 2007 10:17 PM

Suicide watch? Because Henry cajoled EFE, after a thousand entreaties and God knows how many enclosed stickers, into writing a "Ripley's Believe It or Not" story about the bumptious BUCL's bootless campaign against Spanish "explosion" of Cuba, which is certain to rival in popularity even the story about the cat with two heads? Oh, please, deluded one, if I were a Spanish journalist I would have a field day with BUCL just quoting its communiqués.

http://www.babalublog.com/archives/005284.html