Yoani Sánchez Charms Cuban Exiles in Miami

HAVANA TIMES — Cuban blogger Yoani Sánchez continued her global tour on Monday with a visit to Freedom Tower in Miami where she was greeted with shouts of Freedom! Freedom!

The special guest received repeated ovations as she brought a message of unity among Cubans that was very well received. Eduardo Padron, president of Miami Dade College, the promoter of the event, called Sanchez’s presence “a historic event”, noted dpa news.

Outside the building small numbers of supporters and detractors of Sanchez made their presence felt before dispersing when rain began to fall.

These included members of the far right Vigilia Mambisa who oppose Sanchez’ anti-embargo stance; moderates who support the blogger, and another group of Cuban government supporters who were demanding an end to the half century US embargo on the island.

The following is a complete English translation of the speech delivered by Yoani Sanchez at Freedom Tower on Monday, taken from her blog, Generation Y.

Cubans, period

By Yoani Sanchez

Years ago, when I left Cuba for the first time, I was in a train leaving from the city of Berlin heading north. A Berlin already reunified but preserving fragments of the ugly scar, that wall that had divided a nation. In the compartment of that train, while thinking about my father and grandfather – both engineers – who would have given anything to ride on this marvel of cars and a locomotive, I struck up a conversation with the young man sitting directly across from me.

After the first exchange of greetings, of mistreating the German language with “Guten Tag” and clarifying that “Ich spreche ein bisschen Deutsch,” the man immediately asked me where I came from. So I replied with “Ich komme aus Kuba.”

As always happens after the phrase saying you come from the largest of the Antilles, the interlocutor tries to show how much he knows about our country. “Ah…. Cuba, yes, Varadero, rum, salsa music.” I even ran into a couple of cases where the only reference they seemed to have for our nation was the album “BuenaVista Social Club,” which in those years was rising in popularity on the charts.

But that young man on the Berlin train surprised me. Unlike others, he didn’t answer me with a tourist or music stereotype, he went much further. His question was, “You’re from Cuba? From the Cuba of Fidel or from the Cuba of Miami?”

My face turned red, I forgot all of the little German I knew, and I answered him in my best Central Havana Spanish. “Chico, I’m from the Cuba of José Martí.” That ended our brief conversation. But for the rest of the trip, and the rest of my life, that conversation stayed in my mind. I’ve asked myself many times what led that Berliner and so many other people in the world to see Cubans inside and outside the Island as two separate worlds, two irreconcilable worlds.

The answer to that question also runs through part of the work of my blog, Generation Y. How was it that they divided our nation? How was it that a government, a party, a man in power, claimed the right to decide who should claim our nationality and who should not?

Yoani Sánchez. Photo/archive by Kelly Knaub/HT

The answers to these questions you know much better than I. You who have lived the pain of exile. You who, more often than not, left with only what you were wearing. You who said goodbye to families, many of whom you never saw again. You who have tried to preserve Cuba, one Cuba, indivisible, complete, in your minds and in your hearts.

But I’m still wondering, what happened? How did it happen that being defined as Cuban came to be something only granted based on ideology? Believe me, when you are born and raised with only one version of history, a mutilated and convenient version of history, you cannot answer that question.

Luckily, it’s possible to wake up from the indoctrination. It’s enough that one question every day, like corrosive acid, gets inside our heads. It’s enough to not settle for what they told us. Indoctrination is incompatible with doubt, brainwashing ends at the exact point when our brain starts to question the phrases it has heard. The process of awakening is slow, like an estrangement, as if suddenly the seams of reality begin to show.

That’s how everything started in my case. I was a run-of-the-mill Little Pioneer, you all know about that. Every day at my elementary school morning assembly I repeated that slogan, “Pioneers for Communism, we will be like Che.” Innumerable times I ran to a shelter with a gas mask under my arm, while my teachers assured me we were about to be attacked. I believed it. A child always believes what adults say.

But there were some things that didn’t fit. Every process of looking for the truth has its trigger, a single moment when a piece doesn’t fit, when something is not logical. And this absence of logic was outside of school, in my neighborhood and in my home. I couldn’t understand why, if those who left in the Mariel Boatlift were “enemies of the State,” my friends were so happy when one of those exiled relatives sent them food or clothing.

Why were those neighbors, who had been seen off by an act of repudiation in the Cayo Hueso tenement where I was born, the ones who supported the elderly mother who had been left behind? The elderly mother who gave a part of those packages to the same people who had thrown eggs and insults at her children. I didn’t understand it. And from this incomprehension, as painful as every birth, was born the person I am today.

So when that Berliner who had never been to Cuba tried to divide my nation, I jumped like a cat and stood up to him. And because of that, here I am today standing before you trying to make sure that no one, ever again, can divide us between one type of Cuban or another. We are going to need each other for a future Cuba and we need each other in the present Cuba. Without you our country would be incomplete, as if someone had amputated its limbs. We cannot allow them to continue to divide us.

Just like we are fighting to live in a country where we have the rights of free expression, free association, and so many others that have taken from us; we have to do everything – the possible and the impossible – so that you can recover the rights they have also taken from you. There is no you and us… there is only “us.” We will not allow them to continue separating us.

I am here because I don’t believe the history they told me. With so many other Cubans who grew up under a single official “truth,” we have woken up. We need to rebuild our nation. We can’t do it alone. Those present here – as you know well – have helped so many families on the Island put food on the table for their children. You have made your way in societies where you had to start from nothing. You have carried Cuba with you and you have cared for her. Help us to unify her, to tear down this wall that, unlike the one in Berlin, is not made of concrete or bricks, but of lies, silence, bad intentions.

In this Cuban so many of us dream of there will be no need to clarify what kind of Cuban we are. We will be just plain Cubans. Cubans, period. Cubans.

[Text read in an event at the Freedom Tower, Miami, Florida, 1 April 2013]



4 thoughts on “Yoani Sánchez Charms Cuban Exiles in Miami

  • Exellent. Bravo. (Standing ovation!)

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  • Yoani has the gift of gab! She also has the truth on her side! GO FLACA!

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  • Very thoughtful. I’m seeing history in the making. Pretty exciting.

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  • A wonderful essay from Yoani. The revolution has divided a traumatized nation, one half cut off from the other. This was no accident, but Fidel’s conscious plan.

    Like a victim of assault, in whom violent trauma has caused the dissociation of part of the psyche, so has the trauma of revolution dissociated one part of Cuba from another. The abuse is re-enacted through the constant barrage of propaganda, and those air-raid drills inflicted on children, ensuring they too internalize the split inside themselves, between the confident half that wants to grow and the frightened half that needs safety.

    Therapy to heal this dissociated nation of Cuba comes from brave Cubans like Yoani who dare to reach out and discover the other half, the disavowed Cuba in Miami or New Jersey or Spain. This is why the abusers taunt and shout and try to silence her, to mock her and accuse other of all kinds of paranoid conspiracies and attempt to incite further divisions among Cubans. Anything to stop one half of Cuba from knowing the other half.

    At every step, the revolution has worked to relive the trauma for all Cubans to witness: the televised executions, the constant propaganda, the repudiations, the UMAP camps, the spectacle of the balseros, the abuse heaped on the Mariel Boatlift and so on. The trauma is enacted again and again, reinforcing the split between the dissociated halves of Cuba.

    It’s no surprise then that it is from Cuba’s writers that the work to heal this trauma has begun. By nature and vocation, writers search for truth and from the details of ordinary life build the narratives that re-connect one Cuban to another, to integrate the shattered Cuban psyche.

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