Many Cubans who immigrate to Miami are seeking to improve their standard of living. There, within easy arm’s reach, lies everything needed for the family shopping basket, which seen from the island appears more like a divine satchel of riches (except for health care, of course).
Crushed. That’s how I would feel whenever I failed to fight off my sleepiness before the start of the Saturday night movies on Cuban TV. That was back in the ‘90s, but those memories still live within me.
I’d like to give another example of the favorable economic and social outcomes that can be achieved in Cuba when the productive forces are released and non-neoliberal market mechanisms activated to reward positive economic performance.
There are no canons that permit the prioritization of different cultures in our global society. Each culture has its particular history. Today we should only base ourselves on the respect for differences, the respect for others.
It’s now a proven fact that all power has the property of growing like a snowball. But for a long time there have also existed ways to restrict this. Through the liberal approach, the solution lies in the separation of powers into the legislative, executive and judicial branches.
The pilgrimage of the “Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre,” a religious figurine discovered 400 years ago and known as the patroness of Cuba, came to my Havana’s Santos Suarez neighborhood. Not since the capital city’s baseball team won the championship have so many people turned out to celebrate such a popular event of national significance.
What Jorge doesn’t understand is why he was prevented from putting up a tent in the yard of the farmhouse where he lives. He stays there with the homeowners, who “adopted” him some time ago.
I prepared myself psychologically to deal with the paradoxes of Western medicine. I reviewed and considered all the potential complications that would be implied by me introducing myself into the dynamics of the Cuban public health care system.
In his films, Charles Chaplin offered a look at the daily lives of the poor, but not merely to discover their material restrictions. In his work, poverty is a constructive force of dissimilar circumstances where the poor express a rich cultural world. “That’s poverty!”
In my first-grade reading book were stories in which Cuban children lived in harmony with their families, where politics was the voice of the people and those in power practiced the gospel of providing service to the citizenry.