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Atlantis
If there was one thing I knew about Cuba. it was as a
country .i. emerged from the staggering burden of a colonial past
and a dictatorship — Batista's, as we emerged from apartheid's white
minority one — but Cuba now, uniquely, subjected for more than forty
years to a USA blockade. If Castrds regime. as long as Soviet
Communist power existed, was a launching pad against the USA,
militarily and ideologically, neither threat has any existence
today. 1 I am a signatory to the international protest demanding
than the
USA G& On bknkadn,..nal aware that in the USA there
is a
considerable body of opinion that wants it abolished.
I am a member of the African
National Congress in South Africa, but nor of the South African
Communist Party, one of its alliance partners. I didn't go to Cuba
prepared to celebrate uncritically what the Fidel Castro regime has
achieved, nor rejoice in Western glee over its failures to provide
important freedoms.
Culxins are poor, yes. Even the writers. academics and cultural
administrators I spent time with are poor by the modest standards of
people working in the arts in Europe, the USA and even my own
country. In the crowds at the opening of the Havana International
Jazz Festival, pelvis-to-buttock, breath-to-breath in
standing room
only, there was a calm equilibrium that could be
sensed. A Cuban companion joked, 'We aren't jealous of the ones who
found seats. We don't own property. There's no keeping up with the
Joncses. you sec. We don't have any Joneses;
Storming the bourgeoisie is the convention of
revolution; taking over its ruin there is a reality. Creating a new
and more just life may take longer than the forty-four years since
the beginning of the Castro regime. This reality of taking over the
grandiloquent ruins of colonio-capitalism in economic circumstances
brought about by factors in the present is nakedly in your face as
you drive along the sweep of the ancient fortressod harbour towards
old Havana. Here are the empty hulks of a long facade of vast
mansions that must have been merchants' headquarters or sumptuous
residences - but no, our empty. WItcic oven three walls
stanel at one of the jagged. roofless levels people are bravely
living. Glimpse of a table, bed. Terrible living conditions,
comparable to those in pares of Johannesburg where illegal
immigrants from neighbouring countries in conflict, squat. In a
shopping alley that runs off a grand square of exquisite
seventeenth- to nineteenth-century buildings. I was among dignified
people, wearing the T-shirts and jeans of our international uniform,
buying pizzas from hole-in-the-wall vendors. The minimum wage in
Cuba is twelve dollars a month. How dues one subsist? Education and
medical care are good and free, and here are shed-depots where
everyone exchanges their ration tickets for basic foods at low
prices payable in pesos. A wartime measure - but then the USA
blockade is a wartime action against a country where no one is at
war with anyone.
I was driven more than ;so kilometres from Havana to
a resort of the Caribbean Paradise style dating from Batista's time,
available in dollars only. It was uncrowded, since tourists -
unfortunately
for
the island's economy - due to the USA's ban on its
citizens' travel to Cuba, were confined to a Canadian party and
several French people. USA 'exemptions allowed 176.000 Americans to
visit in 3001, and 25.000 came clandestinely; but I encountered
very• few anywhere.
Everywhere royal palms are watchtowers over the Cuban
landscape. The roads were walled
with sugar cane interrupted by villages. I had the displaced feeling
I was in the old Deep South of the USA; these rows of cabins, with
someone sitting out in a rocking chair. But this wasn't the Deep
South, it was rural Cuba 2003. The poor in their rocking chairs had
big cigars in their mouths. Almost the only cars and buses were on
the single highway: there are few private cars in Cuba, these mainly
vintage Oldsmobiles, de Soros and Chryslers. The weekend family
outing was measuredly taking place by horse and cart.
In Havana t had asked a
writer why there were no independent newspapers in Cuba, no freedom
of expression, stressing the difference there is between a press
seeking to bring down a regime and a newspaper advocating reforms
within it. Money, rather than fear of state retribution, he said.
The only funds available to any reformist group for paper and
printing would come from the Cubans in Florida whose sole intention
is to topple Castro, and the importance of whose vote in USA
elections keeps the blockade in force. But I knew that dissident
Cuban journalists land in prison ...
I see Cuba as a place of
symbols. An Atlantis risen to confront us. The fall of the Soviet
Empire drowned the island in our time as a relic of
twentieth-century power-politics. To visit it is to come upon a
piece of our not distant past, significantly surfaced.
Here 6.11 drat is left of Marxist-Leninist orthodoxy of our
twentieth century, in the form it took as the utopian dream for a
just world.
Here is the flotsam of vulgar
capitalist materialism: the forties and fifties cars with their
airflow flourish, fishtail embellishments, somehow kept running!
Two features from our past: the once great solution to an unjust
world, Marxist-Leninism, become another kind of honourable
folk-wisdom to follow, rather than the unquestionable solution to
that world: and the trivial values of that world: they seemed
shockingly reduced to the same level against the realities of our
twenty-first-century survival. One of Cuba's intellectuals asks
'Cuba: socialist museum or social laboratory?' Could it be the
latter? A social democtacy of the Left already showing a tendency to
follow the
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inspiration of Jose Marti: could Fidel Castro (or his successor)
make use of the ideas of his original mentor for human justice,
facing inevitable millennium facts, testing globalisation's
universality, without betraying an evolved revolution%
The end of the USA's strangulation blockade will not solve magically
the problems of a country with few natural resources. But the
beginning of an transformation of Cuba's nobly borne hardship and
poverty is the lifting of the outrageous edict. The blockade is a
shameful and meaningless act of an overweening power, senseless in
terms of world politics since the Soviet Union doesn't exist
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