Why the UBPC Cooperatives Failed / Dimas Castellano #Cuba

cpa peopleindexLast August, the Cuban Council of Ministers approved a new General Regulation for the Basic Units of Cooperative Production (UBPC), which was complemented by a packet consisting of 17 measures. The purpose, according to the daily Rebel Youth on September 23, consists of liquidating the dependency of those with respect to state enterprises.

The original Regulation issued in 1993, although it did not recognize the legal character of the UBPC, which is to say, the capacity to acquire rights and contract obligations, stipulated in its foundational points the correlation between production and income and the effective development of management autonomy.

The breach of those and other positive aspects was reflected in the poor results. Of the 170 thousand hectares that the existing 1,989 UBPCs possess, almost 40% of their lands remain idle; although their extent represents 27% of the agriculture surface of the country, they produce only 12% of the grains, tubers and vegetables and 17% of the milk; only 27% have satisfactory results; the rest, to greater or lesser extent, present difficulties; in the year 2010 15% of the UBPCs closed with losses and another 6% did not even present a balance sheet; and their losses exceed 200 million pesos.

The UBPCs were created when it was demonstrated that the concentration of the country’s arable land in the hands of the State had generated disinterest of the agricultural workers, the generalized debasement of agricultural products and enormous expansions of vacant lands infected with the marabou weed. A deplorable picture aggravated by the loss of the subsidies provided by the socialist countries of Eastern Europe.

In that context the country’s authorities decided to convert a part of the unproductive state lands into cooperatives, but without giving the requisite freedoms nor waiving the monopoly of property. The ignorance of the essence of cooperativism and the subordination of economic laws to ideology explain both the cause of the failure and the effort to repair that decision with the recent measures.

The Declaration of Cooperative Identity, adopted in 1995 in the 2nd General Assembly of the International Cooperative Alliance (ACI), defines the cooperative as an autonomous association of people who voluntarily join to address their economic, social and cultural needs and aspirations by means of a business of jointly and democratically controlled property.

In accordance with this definition — of an organism like the ACI, that since1985binds and promotes the cooperative movement in the world — the UBPCs are not classified as true cooperatives since they were not created voluntarily by the owners of land and means of production but emerged from an agreement of the Communist Party.

In spite of the new General Regulation (Resolution 574 from August 13, 2012) the UBPCs will count on legal personality; the power to elect the administrators for the majority of the General Assembly of Partners; to buy products and services from any legal or natural person; to establish direct contractual relations with the input provider companies; and to decide the percentage of the utilities to distribute among the partners; other vital aspects are still missing.

Again it is the State and not the agricultural workers who make the decision to join in cooperatives. If it is added to that that those workers are not owners but usufructuraries (a kind of lessee) of a state property, it is not difficult to envision that we are facing the beginning of a new failure and therefore the need to implement new reforms, good for the current government or good for the successor, until the UBPC members become collective owners of the land they work.

The virtual lack of agricultural cooperatives before 1959 is understandable because of the advances in the sugar industry since the end of the 19th century which had generated enormous landholdings through the dispossession of thousands of small owners. What is absurd is that with a revolution that declared itself socialist, cooperativism, akin to that social system, has been absent and in its place they have experimented with arbitrary and subjective forms applied vertically by the revolutionary State.

Before 1959 there were in Cuba some hundred thousand landowners, to whom were added another hundred thousand to whom the Revolution delivered ownership titles with the First Law of Agrarian Reform of 1959. Those two hundred thousand farmers constituted the basis for the development of a true cooperative movement. Nevertheless, the concentration on the part of the State of 70% of the arable land was a coup de grace to a process of association that had contributed much to the Cuban economy and society.

The first manifestation of state arbitrariness in the agriculture cooperativization was the creation in March 1960 of the sugar cane cooperatives in areas that previously belonged to the sugar mills. Nevertheless, the decision to monopolize landownership made these businesses become property of the State. Then the true cooperativism was limited to a few associations formed over the base of private farmers.

Fidel Castro himself once expressed: “those cooperatives have no real historical basis, given that the cooperatives are really formed with the farmer landowners. In my judgment we were going to create an artificial cooperative, converting those agricultural workers into cooperativists. From my point of view, and maybe applying some of the verses of Marti, slave of the age and the doctrines I favored of converting those cooperatives that were worker cooperatives and not farmer cooperatives into state enterprises.”

Not satisfied with most of the soil in the hands of the State, instead of promoting voluntary cooperativsm, there began a process aimed at diminishing the quantity of independent farmers. In May 1961 the National Association of Small Farmers was created, and a policy aimed at trying to “cooperativize” the 200 thousand farmer owners began. Farmer associations were created, then came the Mutual Help Brigades and next the Cooperatives of Credit and Services (CCS),made up of farmers who maintained ownership of the land and the means of production but lacked legal character.

cpaindexAfter 1975, with the thesis of the 1st Congress of the PCC concerning the need for cooperativization of the land, the development of the Cooperatives of Agricultural Production (CPA) were promoted, formed by farmers who united their farms and other means of production “voluntarily” as a means of socialist development of the countryside.

At the end of 1977 the number of CPAs was 136 and in June 1986 it was 1,369, representing 64% of the farm lands, at the same time that state ownership had increased to 75% of the arable land due to the reduction of volume of land in the hands of private farmers.

The results were not long in coming; Cuba has to buy from outside agricultural products that are perfectly growable in our soil, as is the case with the coffee that we have had to acquire in Vietnam, a country that Cubans taught how to reap the grain. That’s why insisting on reforms of the cooperatives without permitting the farmers to be the ones to voluntarily organize and without counting on the collective ownership of the land that they work, is to insist on failure.

Published Wednesday, November 21, 2012: http://www.diariodecuba.com/cuba/14133-por-que-fracasaron-las-cooperativas-castristas

Translated by mlk

November 26 2012

The Magic of the Words (Of Another) / Luis Felipe Rojas #Cuba

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Photo: Malcom (LFR’s son)

I owe this interview to Armando Añel, who conceived it as a photograph, like a portrait drawn from the words that I say. It’s like returning to the times of the African Griots [West African historians, storytellers, singers, poets and/or musicians], when only the actions and words of those who spoke from the heart flowed from them.

Definitions 2012: Luis Felipe Rojas

NEO CLUB PRESS:The definition is, in itself, a portrait of the person doing the defining. In its primordial essence, it reveals the personality of the one who issues it with an almost photographic fidelity. So in this new series of interviews that we propose to our readers, we will try to define our interviewees — all of them creators or animators of culture living in Miami, the city that grows, diversifies, with ever more bifurcations culturally speaking — through their definitions.

On this occasion Luis Felipe Rojas, writer, blogger and dissident Cuban newcomer to Miami, kindly responds.

NCP. Define for me please, what Miami is for you.

LFR. Is the yard where my kids play freely. It’s where I read poetry in public and walk without looking over my shoulder for the shadows that haunted me just two months ago. Miami is the Universal Bookstore where I no longer have to look at a copy of the paper from a distance, without touching it, touching the books and magazines. Miami is a sidewalk cafe, standing, and seeing Cuba walk by going to work every day. I may sound a bit nostalgic or rose-colored, but my life, as you may have noticed, is closely linked to these sensations.

NCP. Life

LFR. What, that predestined for me? Where the gods guided me or where I was putting it together piece by piece, blow by blow, behind every kiss, every handshake? I couldn’t sum up life in a long career but rather in segments broken up by hate and love, by bravery and fear of getting up everyday and doing something for me and mine. I am a peasant anchored in two or three hobbies that make up my routine: looking, listening and hoping; I think hoping has been one of my most effective resources, because I believe there is a third will that we always have something prepared.

NCP. Transcendence

LFR. Pfffff! I do not believe in that concept, I believe in the alignments of the times, in which everything is subject to a blow at the precipice. From an unknown place ’someone’ pushed a book of Borges and we discover ourselves. ’Something’ made a being like Tarantino slink between that happening you spoke of earlier. In this universal chaos, these stones of history will always surprise you. Anyone who works thinking about transcendence is fried … literally.

NCP. Mediocrity

LFR. A diabolical tool to get into the lives of others. To make things bad for their own sake.

NCP. That which never says no.

LFR. A friendship, whatever its source. Many will claim this is to be gullible, I assume that weight. Love, substantial or childish, I like to love and that has taken me more than once to the pillory, but I don’t have any remedy but to accept that I am bound to love and to my friends.

NCP. A scandal

LFR. When I wrote my first newspaper articles under my own name. When I got arrested by the police the first time in my house. When I said No publicly and others were saying Yes hanging their heads. When my daughter Brenda was born and everyone said contradictorily that she was cute… And she looked it to me, ha ha ha!

NCP. A trap

LFR. To believe I could change the world putting together a literary magazine in the early years of my youth. Surrendering myself completely to a woman who crumpled up my work and threw it in the sea and crossed the ocean.

NCP. A dog

LFR. Sulti, the first. Marshmallow, who accompanied my sleepless nights waiting for the worst to come and he was still there, faithful.

NCP. A cultural jinetero [hustler].

LFR. A mediocre person who can’t be creative or a promoter of anything, an abject being who neither does nor stops doing.

NCP. The year 2012

LFR. The year of the rabbit, not in the Chinese calendar, but by the pole jump that got me and my family from a remote village on the maps of God, like St. Germain, to this crazy Miami and space for everyone.

December 19 2012

The Fair / Regina Coyula #Cuba

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Yesterday I went to the International Crafts Fair located in Pabexpo, an exhibition area in the northwest of the city. This is an expo/sale held every year on this date. The first thing that struck me was the number of people in a space as big as this, so many it was difficult to move and I was constantly stumbling.

The fair this year is much bigger than in past years, especially the area devoted to furniture. You can see that the artisans have seen many Ikea catalogs, the lines and feel of many stands seem taken from the pages of one of those Swedish catalogs. There are other things made with great quality, but that give me nightmares.

The men (or women) who make furniture (I don’t know if either of the two is correct), the lamp makers and the artisans in general who work on high value objects, don’t come to the fair to sell, simply to exhibit; they always have business cards in hand through which they can be contacted; they have webpages, Facebook sites. They are “in tune with the world,” to plagiarize ETECSA’s lying slogan.

The shoe section caught my attention for the number of exhibitors and the lack of imagination. Save the exceptions with good and original designs, the models repeated themselves in detail to the point of boredom. Yes, this shoe exceeds in quality-price what is sold in the hard currency stores, some offer shoes in boxes with their brand and logo, yes Sir!

The foreign representation seemed the same as last year: something from India, a lot of Andean weaving in the synthetic version, a lot of cotton clothing Made in China, and jewelry, the cheapest and most popular. Exhibitors have even come from Spain with merchandise purchased at bargain prices and despite export costs and exhibition, they do a good business. Cubans buy because it is cheaper there than in the store.

Another of the observations from my visit is that the simple artisans, many have become small (and not so small) and successful companies. I already said something similar the other day: in a city of two million people there is a “niche market” for everyone.

December 19 2012

Travel Expectations / Rebeca Monzo #Cuba

If there is one thing that motivates Cubans and leads them to make fatal decisions it is the prospect of travel, whether it be to “escape” the island or simply to visit other countries, often without regard for the means or the cost.

I am one of those people who likes to do things in due course and without forcing an issue, especially when it involves getting on a plane or having surgery. In the last two instances I make all the arrangements and take all the precautions that I can, but I realize the final result is in God’s hands.

It has been seven years since I have been able to visit my sons and granddaughters. I last saw the two youngest when one two years old and the other was two months old. On that occasion acquiring the necessary travel documents was complicated in the extreme and the exit visa was six months late in arriving. I was going to an exhibition of my work at the City Hall in Elba, but when I got there, everyone was on vacation and I had to “swallow my losses.” Fortunately, thanks to some friends, I was able to sell enough to pay for my plane ticket.

Finally, after much effort my sons made arrangements for me to travel this year. They organized an exhibition of my work at a friend’s gallery. This is where it all started. Since I have been an “independent” artist and member of the ACAA (Cuban Association of Artisan Artists) for several years, I have the option of making travel arrangements through that organization, which I did this time as well as on previous occasions.

As often happens, things were delayed a bit, and there were some mistakes and setbacks, but finally everything was resolved. The last document to be processed was the application for an entry visa to France, my destination. This step turned out to be the most hassle-free. As always these “scuffles” were resolved, and I ended up feeling surprised and satisfied, but mentally exhausted.

The day I went to the French embassy to pick up my visa, some images came to mind that I translated into words and wrote down quickly on a paper napkin that I was carrying in my purse. As I did this, I thought about those individuals who packed their suitcases, thinking about a family reunion and speedy return – something I never managed to accomplish – but who decided to stay. No wonder we Cubans are looked upon as though we have the word “immigrant” tattooed across our foreheads.

I submit for your consideration, dear readers, these few lines, “begging your forgiveness,” especially from my friend, the blogger Ana Luisa Rubio, who is a real poet, and a good one, too! I am merely a teacher, artisan, blogger, tweeter and, as you can see here, a bit audacious.

“Visa sin Divisa”*

Happiness took a trip,
packing its bags
with its newest garments.

Do not forget
the golden sandals,
or the rose, or the nightingale,
or the thrush that was singing
perched atop the TV antenna.

Do not the forget any
of the many things that nourish me
because the visa has now come
to my old solitude.

Translator’s note: Literally, “visa without hard currency.” The writer employs an internal rhyme in the title.

December 17 2012

Part Seven? / Rosa Maria Rodriguez Torrado #Cuba

I do not understand how it occurred to the Sunday staff of the “Art 7″ movie theater to exhibit, on December 9th, an Indian film just when the 34th edition of the Latin American film festival is being celebrated in Cuba! I know that my compatriots from that environment have a high level of professional and cultural instruction and that in order to work in Cuban TV the aspirants must pass through several filters of ideological verification in order to prevent “politically disagreeable accidents” in that vital medium of mass circulation for governmental propaganda. As we all know, to err is human, and that program’s collective committed a blunder like anyone. I just want no upstart to want to take advantage of that slight fumble in order to go whisper in some intolerant ear abouthidden subtexts and intentions where perhaps there are none. Or are there?

Translated by mlk

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December 19 2012

St. Lazarus Day / Yoani Sanchez #Cuba

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A man crawls on his knees in the street, carrying on his shoulders timbers made into a cross. He is traveling on the avenue that leads to the airport. The cars stop and let the penitent take his time. It’s December 17, the day dedicated to Saint Lazarus, syncretized into African beliefs with the orisha Babalú Ayé. This is the most popular Catholic saint among Cubans, especially those with a physical illness who ask him for a quick recovery. Then comes time to repay the promise, which entails taking an offering to the Shrine of El Rincón.

Every December a sea of people walk, crawl, or carry heavy stones to the small church on the outskirts of Havana. Alongside the street, stalls offer for sale images of saints, candles and rosaries. The people of El Rincón make a killing with everything the pilgrims are going to need: water, food, sanitary services. At midnight on December 16 the area around the temple is already full of people. Prayers and whispers are heard.

The images in the Church of St. Lazarus are impressive and not only for the faith one sees in the people. What is striking is that in a nation where for decades the government has established atheism, so many people remain devoted to the saints and deities. Right now, at St. Lazarus people are asking not only for help with sickness, the pleas have been extended to matters of love, obtaining housing, or taking a trip abroad. This December, one man carried on his head a wooden carving of an airplane. Perhaps to receive a visa or an exit permit.

17 December 2012

Next to Last Month / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo

Have you ever wondered why all the windows in Heaven were broken? Does anyone know if this wandering Earth will be found? Where the night is long. Where oblivion doesn’t hurt. And the digital tic toc of dawn. And the date, odd. Day 29, month 11, me 1.

It begins to snow in the secret heart of Europe. Celestial milk, snowflakes from God, wheat without more meaning than its physical characteristics, hyperreal. We are alive, now. It will be distressing to not be so later. Heaven and Hell are two enormous punishments for those that have been born on Earth and love their counterparts in History,

I don’t want to share anything with millions of souls pure or putrefied. I want the bodies that I loved. I want the conversations that I could and could not translate with our poor language, so silent, so Cuban. I want the brilliance of corneas, not an aura of salvation. I want the touch of fingertips. I will everyone, a lot. I will miss you a lot. It’s perfect.

Everything is late. Everything happens yesterday. We don’t know how to live in the present. This is also perfect.

It’s an explosion. Life is less than a dream, but much more intense for that same reason: life might be the ephemeral instant in which it seems we are either exhausted or ready to wake up. Then, in our sleep or in our wakefulness, life is what happened to you while you are busy doing other things.

We are in the second to last day of the second to last month and this is the second to last line, even though it is only for imitation.

I have a lot more to add but now I realize how perfect it would be to know how to shut it all up once more.

November 29 2012

Sadistic, Extravagant and Kleptomaniac: General Gondin / Juan Juan Almeida #Cuba

CarlosFernandezGondinJuan Juan Almeida, 16 Dec 2012 — When being “Papá’s boy” I decided to break out of my bubble, I knew I would face criticisms and threats. But I never imagined that the wicked and fearful smile of Carlos Fernandez Gondin while I was cruelly expelled from the funeral of my father on the orders of General Raul Castro, would remain in my memory as eternal scar. I wished I had died that day.

Today I want to write about his sons for whom, more than medication, I recommend an exorcism. It has not been easy for them to have a father who is believed to be a popular hero and is just a bunch of medals. It’s a pleasure to color the image of the occasional smiling General Gondin, with guidelines more than stories, whom they called “The Fairy Godmother” because he loves to make numbers out of names and turn people into a national security issue.

Despite his small stature, grotesque manners, and hideous countenance, General Gondin Fernandez is a man detached and extravagant, especially with what is not his. Let’s say that like Farouk, the last Egyptian monarch, the soldier referred so inclines to the promiscuous, is extravagant and a kleptomaniac.

Thoroughness is his virtue. Spying for Raul, and sharing the love of vodka, he became head of the Military Counterintelligence, a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Cuba, Division General, First Vice Minister of the Interior, and with the arrival of Raúl to the presidency of the Republic of Cuba, the cloying Gondin thought to occupy the throne of his Ministry.

But no, the theories are flawed and even the Roman Empire lasted four centuries longer than expected. With the entry onto the scene of Alejandro Castro Espin as Colonel Coordinator of the activities of his father, and the total subordination MININT to Vice Admiral Julio Cesar Gandarilla Bermejo, Head of the Directorate of Military Counterintelligence, the only sailor who can not swim; exacerbating the fears of Gondin who, feeling displaced, dedicates himself to mining in silence the old wall of loyalty.

There is nothing more frustrating for a climber than to feel he is a spectator. But his life continues to be a sort of ossuary. He is shy, intense, unusual and almost mute; severe prudent, unscrupulous, sadistic and not the least starry-eyed. Despite all his glory, and although enjoying the benefits of selling fake battles, he appears paranoid and insecure. Maybe because of this he visits the empyrean realm of divination with a gentleman of Havana. Miramar, to be exact.

Hungry for power, he knows exactly where to run in panic situations. With his arrogant appearance, and his ridiculous outfit, he loves hunting, fishing, and is steadfast to the allegory of terror. Some say Gondin is a good man, who did not reach tenth grade, and doesn’t know the article of the Declaration of Independence that says “When a government becomes a danger to its own ends, it is the right of the people to abolish it.”

“Commander in chief, at your orders” has been his motto in life. But his work — by his own comments — is reduced to inventing the impending accident, one that also seems fortuitous, such as making one of the beautiful granddaughters of the chief slip and fall into the bed occupied by the gentleman lawyer, President Rafael Correa, during one of his visits to Havana. We must not think evil, that’s not pimping, hustling, nor even a foreign siege, it is a coldly calculated attempt to change the geopolitical division of the region.

December 16 2012

Champions Who Die While Living / Luis Felipe Rojas #Cuba

ImagenLate last night I learned of the death of Arnaldo Mesa, a former boxer from Holguín province who shone back in the 1980s. The digital Diario de Cuba (Cuba Daily) carried the report and it hit me in the face like a rock. Along with Ángel Espinosa, Manuel Martinez and Ricardo Diaz they formed a fearsome foursome in places where the Cuban amateur boxing showed off their best.

Mesa was technical, aggressive and quick, and he had the punch that everybody avoided. In an edition of the former World Cup, the three (with Espinosa and Martinez) won gold medals for the country and received in exchange for an apartment or the fixing of their homes, nothing more. That and the lack of discipline, the disincentives and precariousness of life in the provinces led to misery. Years later two others emerged: Mario (Mayito) Kindelan, who dazzled the world with speed and Gerardo Doroncelé, who shone with a lesser brightness in the national pre-selection.

Espinosa could be seen until recently in any “kennel” (beer-on-tap stands)fighting to quench his thirst and frustration. Before leaving Cuba I ran into my former neighbor, Manuel Martinez Crespo, jovial, quiet, almost shy boy, but now surrendered to the struggle for looking for a life and for a chance to be able to visit his daughters, living outside the country.

Mesa could be seen until recently outside the Calixto Garcia baseball stadium, looking for alcohol, women, or for the first business available to start the day.Some time ago, Ricardito Diaz drove a Soviet make car (a Moscovich) that he rented out to tourist to drive to any point of the province, but he keeps smiling, surly, also a bit stuck on alcohol,watching the shadows of hisvictories fade away.

Years ago we saw an excellent documentary, Forgotten Glories, by Manuel Benito del Valle and Darsy Ferrer about several Olympic and world medalists who died or are still living in poverty on the island. Far from the applause, medals and awards given at the hands of Fidel Castro himself, Angel Herrera and Sixto Soria, just to mention two, wear the fate of any athlete retired to the provincial life.

Before this reality stands the counterpart of those who remained outside Cuba, or those still inside who took the road of missions of sports collaboration as coaches, officials and technical staff who prepare athletes on some other continent. Mesa’s case is one among many, it’s enough to look around any city to see this glory who was now reselling sundries, renting their car from twenty years ago or crouched, waiting for the opportunity pick up the first coin of the day.

December 18 2012

The Effect on My Life of the Death of Oswaldo Paya / Mario Lleonart

opindexThe sacrifice of the precious life of Oswaldo Jose Paya Sardinas and of so many other martyrs that have preceded him in this type of targeted assassination, far from terrorizing me, stimulates me to continue forward in my ministry which cannot exclude the condemnation of this despotic regime.

When I said goodbye to my friend Juan Wilfredo Soto Garcia, beaten to death in May 2011, I was already asking who would be the next victim in one of the posts that I then wrote, and we have buried after him Laura Pollan (October 2011), Wilman Villar Mendoza (January 2012) and now Paya (July 2012).

I am heir to an uncountable multitude of martyrs who preferred dying over refusing to preach or live the liberating faith of Jesus Christ, the same faith that motivated the life and work of the irreplaceable author of Project Varela.  In this sense, as a follower of a Jesus who gave me an example by not shunning the cross, and who asks us to follow him also carrying ours, I do mine, as also Paya did his, his own responding words before the death threats sent by Herod:

And he said unto them, Go ye, and tell that fox, Behold, I cast out devils, and I do cures to day and to morrow, and the third day I shall be perfected. Nevertheless I must walk to day, and to morrow, and the day following: for it cannot be that a prophet perish out of Jerusalem. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets. (Luke 13.32-34, KJV)

But throughout history what tyrannies never seem to learn is what Paya himself had already noticed about tyrants:  Be careful with those you kill, they might spur the people’s yearning for liberty.

Translated by mlk

November 21 2012

The Guayabero / Ignacio Estrada #Cuba

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Havana, Cuba – A genuine artist departed the far east on March 27, 2007. Not exactly the east where he was born, but that to which people flock to the presence of the supreme architect of humanity. For Cubans, this date would mark the death of all who knew him as “The Guayabero”.

Faustino Oramas began in the sextet The Tropical at an early age, say some he was fifteen when he wrote his most famous composition, that gave this troubadour his nickname, “The Guayabero”.

For over seven decades this artist toured the world, appearing on different stages. Teaching the art of genuine double tune, artistic work that distinguished him among the singers of all time. This genuine musician from Holguin knew how to pick the best of traditional Cuban music and give it rhythmic beats and add his usual mischief to improvisations.

His musical work made great contributions to the rescue of our musical roots and our troubadour tradition and was an unparalleled contribution to the musical mood.

The Guayabero even still is walking the streets of a city where he was born, carrying his guitar and Cuba, like the rest of the world, feels his presence every time we hear one of his compositions.

November 19 2012

The War of the Worlds / Regina Coyula #Cuba

guerra-mundosFree enterprise is not a term that is mentioned in the new process of “updating the model,” but you just have to give a little nodto “the factors” in constructing your own socialism now that the Frankenstein of socialism, which according to them is being built in Cuba, seems to be delayed. There are some new entrepreneurs who are serious.

A 3-dimension cinema has appeared, with prices that seem would attract no customers, but they do; a city of two million inhabitants has several hundred happy citizens who don’t have to count their pennies at the end of the month.

Asking for directions to a friend’s, they pointed to a door at the end of a pleasant terrace equipped as a tapas bar. Going through that door was like entering a parallel world. The place is equipped with the best, down to the slightest detail, the menu and the bill are presented on an iPad. In fact, when the iPad gets to the cash register it has to be transcribed because the technology doesn’t go that far, but the effect on the customer is devastating.

A popular snackbar made stickers for cars, and those who return with the sticker on the windshield received a discount. The stickers, I was told, were ordered withdrawn because private businesses are not allowed to advertise. On their own, or with the knowledge of what had happened to the snack bar, some clever person got a bullhorn and advertised from a vintage car, an impeccable almendrón. What did they advertise? Movie showings in 3D with a matinée of children’s films at a reduced rate. So there’s competition for the guys with the iPad.

Until now inventiveness, “the struggle” has been banned. This is the real parallel world.

December 17 2012

Another December 10th / Rafael Leon Rodriguez #Cuba

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Yesterday we commemorated the 64th anniversary of the signing of the Charter of Human Rights by the United Nations of that time, in the creation of which there was an outstanding Cuban representation.

The authoritarian authorities of our country, who already for more than half a century have appropriated and pretend that it really belongs to them, have set aside, according to their own interests, the importance of this date, accepting now a discreet approach from the media and organizations controlled by the regime at the celebration of the event.

On the other hand, they have undertaken coercive and punitive measures they think are necessary to prevent an independent civil society, the political and peaceful opposition and whoever opposes them from publicly demonstrating that day, because they know like the violators they are,that civil society not only will celebrate the date, but will demand the recognition and implementation of these violated rights of the Cuban people.

Arbitrary arrests, demonstrations of rapid response paramilitary groups, public parks occupied by government activists, the phones of people related to the opposition have been cut off, police visits to the homes of opponents with the intention of intimidating them, are some of the measures implemented by the repressive police organizations to discourage and prevent these citizen actions.

Meanwhile, the working committees of the National Assembly is meeting on the eve of the great and last annual day of this 2012. The attempts to create an economy the works, that is sustainable, while at the same time ensuring the dynastic succession and perks seems nothing more than to progress towards discouragement, corruption and vested interests of the government bureaucracy. In addition they remain silent on changes that need to be made in the field of human rights that are based on the ratification and implementation of the Covenants on Civil and Political rights and on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights of the United Nations.

The need to realize real social and political changes is more than obvious if we really aspire to retain a sovereign independent Nation in the near future for all Cubans. This necessarily should include firm respect for diversity and plurality of the citizenry, and from it, project the imperative and urgent National Rule of Law, endorsed by a new and plural Constitution of the Republic of Cuba.

Human rights belong to everyone and each one is like an indivisible beam and only with this can the Cuban nation be reborn in the true virtue and the necessary hope for the future of the country of all.

December 17 2012

Two Outdated Terms / Fernando Damaso #Cuba

Peter Deel

While I was having a conversation with the poet Rafael Alcides on “the human and the divine,” something we do regularly, he reminded me that the terms right and left, as applied to different political positions, appeared in Cuba at the beginning of the 1920s as a reaction to the Russian revolution of 1917. Never before in our history had they been used, having been preceded by annexationism, reformism, autonomism, independentism and, after the establishment of the Republic in 1902, by liberalism and conservatism. At the end of that period, the 1920s, they carried a certain weight, and their use reached a climax with the fall of the regime of Gerardo Machado in 1933 and in subsequent years with the legalization of the Communist Party, rechristened the Socialist People’s Party to make it more palatable to the masses.

These terms were only used, however, by communists in their propaganda, referring to themselves as being of “the left” and generalizing all their opponents as being of “the right.” In reality it was a minority party, one whose orthodox true believers led the way in the national political arena. The change came about in 1959, “the year of the accident,” when the state was proclaimed to be “leftist” and imposed its political, ideological and economic concepts on all of society. Subsequently, it tried to portray the left as the sum of all that was progressive, new, humane and good, and the right as the sum of all that was archaic, obsolete, brutal and bad. But life, that supreme judge, showed that neither left nor right were what they proclaimed themselves to be. The former showed itself to be a fraud, becoming fossilized, and the latter, reinventing itself over time, consolidated.

To speak of left and right in today’s globalized world is very anachronistic, a topic suitable for dilettantes, now that both have been bypassed by history. The terms have become so intermingled that any differences are discernible only in their extreme forms. Those who support democracy, development, and solutions to political, economic, social and environmental problems are “progressive,” while those who cling to totalitarianism, lack of freedom, backwardness and stagnation are “retrograde.” Trying to maintain this dichotomy of left and right at all costs, taking advantage of their historic meanings and even trying to inject new life into them, is a task doomed to failure.

December 16 2012