I Don’t Like Politics but…

Street scene in today’s Cuba.

By Pedro Pablo Morejon

HAVANA TIMES – I turn on the TV every evening to see the weather forecast. I’m not exactly obsessed with the weather, but it’s become a bit of a habit. I might be getting old and not realizing it.

Anyway, it’s hard not to listen to one or two news reports when trying to see it. This time, they were talking about trials against protestors in Camaguey during the mass July 11th protests, last year.

The narrative in this biased journalism is that the July 11th mass protests were riots and that those arrested took part in violent acts that infringed upon peace and people’s safety. That’s to say, they are criminals who attacked the general population.

They show images of a large group of people, mostly young people, throwing stones at the Communist Party headquarters in this province, followed by images of people with wounds apparently inflicted by the protestors.

This is then followed by statements of two defendants, admitting their mistake. They say they don’t know why they did it, that it was “getting caught up in the moment.”  The other one admits that what they did was very wrong and tells viewers that when you have a concern, it’s better to present it to the authorities.

Watching this, I imagine how much pressure, fear and abuse these prisoners have been subjected to for them to come forward like this, knelt before the executioner that oppresses them, just like those mothers who came on weeks before and questioned the actions of their imprisoned children.

As if this isn’t enough, they show us some lawyers saying that they were allowed to sit down and talk to the defendants, look over the investigation file, provide proof in favor of the defendants, all within a framework of respect for due process of the prisoners charged. Yep, there are always people willing to defame themselves. Just to survive.

None of these images have been shown on TV screens outside our borders, and they instead show thousands of Cubans protesting peacefully, and images of protestors being brutally arrested and beaten by special police forces and paramilitary groups when they demanded their rights.

More of the same old distorted information to manipulate the Cuban masses.

I mustered up my patience and tried to stop my mind from overheating with rage, I need to eat, and I want good health and to digest my food properly, more than anything else.

This morning, I got on a truck that was passing by and a patrol car stopped us before I got to work. One of the police officers with a stern look bursted onto the vehicle and ordered all of the standing passengers to get off. Another two stood with us outside. I heard voices coming from inside the truck, it seems the police were asking questions about the contents of a suitcase and a woman’s voice giving an incomprehensible answer.

All of us under the sun looked annoyed. I cursed with all of the words that are on the tip of many Cubans’ tongues, today. I say them in my head, the abbreviation being DPEPDPE, which I can’t transcribe here without violating the rules.

Some 15 or 20 minutes passed by, and we were finally able to carry on our journey. Inside, a woman angrily said, “All police officers are assholes, I have a cousin who’s a policeman and he can’t enter my house unless he’s dressed as a civilian.”

Another man, an elderly man, says: “With people needing so much and all they do is stick their nose in people’s business, who are only trying to struggle to live another day.”

It seems the fury from the night before was still there, huddled in a corner of my mind, so I couldn’t help myself and I shouted out, direct to the point: “Instead of chasing after the Cuban people, they should be asking Diaz-Canel what he’s doing with a watch that costs thousands of dollars on his wrist, the only criminals here are the ones that govern the country.”

But I’m normally a person that walks away from a situation, I try not to get mixed up in problems, but like the chorus of a Porno para Ricardo song goes:

“I don’t like politics but… Politics like me, compañero.

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Pedro Morejón

I am a man who fights for his goals, who assumes the consequences of his actions, who does not stop at obstacles. I could say that adversity has always been an inseparable companion, I have never had anything easy, but in some sense, it has benefited my character. I value what is in disuse, such as honesty, justice, honor. For a long time, I was tied to ideas and false paradigms that suffocated me, but little by little I managed to free myself and grow by myself. Today I am the one who dictates my morale, and I defend my freedom against wind and tide. I also build that freedom by writing, because being a writer defines me.

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2 thoughts on “I Don’t Like Politics but…

  • It’s very hard to live under the Cuban dictatorship and not being political. Everything in Cuba is dominated by political decisions from the military Junta PCC I was telling two young Americans friends that when I was living in Cuba until 1980 was ilegal for males to wear shorts or sleeveless tops you could get arrested for wearing any of those garments in a hot Cuban summer.
    I noticed then in the early 1990’s videos from Cuba with males in shorts I asked some if my old males gay and straight males friends that still in Cuba when exactly the ban was lifted and nobody knows with exactitude but a friends who still in Cuba and alive told me that when tourism open in the 1990’s the political police were sent out in the street wearing those garments for good touristic image and the the rest of Cubans to follow without the fear of being arrested. The prohibition was so absurd that the king Castro didn’t even dare to publicly announce it in the PCC rag ( Granma) So even if you don’t like politics they would affect you in your mist personal way under the Cuba dictatorship.

  • Cuban propaganda is so obvious that it is unbelievable that the Castro dictatorship continues to promulgate such claptrap but there it is.

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