You need to become a henchman to do away with citizens. They don’t know what to do with this person when the rations booklet, CDRs, jobs in the public sector, their children’s school and groups of friends and acquaintances… stop working. The system isn’t designed to control individuals as citizens. The system is designed to control individuals in their masses via different spaces: the rations booklet, the CDRs, jobs in the public sector, their children’s school, groups of friends and acquaintances, family. Nothing condemns more than a person’s right to think and speak their minds. Nothing hates your system of values more than individuality. I couldn’t guess that your mission wasn’t to eliminate these spaces, but to eliminate people on an individual basis. I didn’t see this very clearly, for a long time. That’s because anyone who dedicates themselves to torture will always find a way to torture. You don’t want people to downplay 60 years and feel like they are living with the continuity of a time of physical torture. The faces of Frank, Abel are still living in the popular imagination. Pictures of people murdered, tortured, are still fresh in our memories, even in books in Cuba. There’s nothing more you’re afraid of than being named and called out as a henchman. What better strategy than putting a name and face to fear? Very few things are more contagious than fear. But you were always one step ahead, you decided to use this visibility and these social media platforms in your favor to hike up this fear of contagion. Oh, how you systematically went for more, without cellphone cameras or social media to report you. You went too far, like you did in 2003, when you put 75 innocent people behind bars. The new generation of emigres didn’t adapt to the spaces that exist in their host countries, they didn’t force themselves to integrate, and they even continued to raise their voices to shine a light on everything you were doing in Cuba.Īt that moment, you realized that this exile strategy wasn’t going to work. The people who left knew how to bandage up the wounds that result from exile, they learned to reinvent themselves, to share their pain with others, to not keep silent. We both agree that this strategy didn’t work. ![]() I thought you believed you’d destroy these spaces by getting people to surrender en masse and pressure human beings. Condemning them to exile, to being a migrant, to the permanent abandonment that losing your home stirs in you. That the way to destroy these spaces was to condemn their leaders to wander in every time zone in the world. For a few years, I thought your mission was to destroy those spaces of rebellion and freedom, where people would challenge your end, your means, your ideals. I wake up every day, drag my feet out of bed, slowly do up the buttons on my dress, and hug my children before going to work, where I sometimes spend two or three hours trying to understand your end goal, and I still don’t understand why or what you’re doing. It doesn’t matter who they must tread on. That’s because the culprit and the cause are never going to disappear. But the wise Government gave you something to cling onto. You know that everything is falling to pieces, healthcare, education, and the roof on your neighbor’s house. You know that your ideals are just that, ideals, that neither the healthcare or education system, or the many other breakthroughs they sold you as conquests, are being upheld. That the people who don’t think like you are directly attacking your ideals, that they are serving this powerful omnipresent enemy. An important part of you needs to think that there is a powerful foreign culprit, that has the sole mission of crushing you and the ideals you defend, that your ideals are noble and pure.Īt the end of the day, you are defending a free public education and health system, and who could possibly be against health and education being accessible? You’ve convinced yourself that the end justifies the means. ![]() ![]() You might have had a blackout the night before, maybe your family didn’t have anything to eat that morning, but you’ve decided to believe that somebody else is to blame. ![]() HAVANA TIMES – You wake up every morning, drag your feet out of bed, slowly do up the buttons on your shirt and go to your office.
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