September 29, 1997

A citizenry of sheep?

By Pablo Cedeño
Decoro News Agency

Havana, September - Zoology plays an important role in our popular speech. The ignorant, is called burro, the strong; mule, the successful; stud, the dull-witted; swine, the fast; lynx, the coward; sheep. So you must not be surprised if you hear on the street; "Cuba is a country of sheep." Of course, there is an inherent injustice to the expression, because truly, what we have in Cuba is an absence of dull-witted swine. Since we do not have the slow-minded, we also lack candidates for suicide.

What do you expect? That a midget is going to challenge the heavyweight champion? No one around here believes in the legend of David and Goliath, unless God will warn us beforehand of the outcome. And, since what is happening in Cuba so much resembles a godly punishment, God seem not to have yet expressed himself. Let us wait till January and see how the Holy Father will orient us.

Now, once that the issue of sheep or, swine is out of the way; lets talk about the reasons why the Cuban people will seem so passive, calm, domesticated.

The thing is that nobody takes a risk without a reason and in Cuba there is nothing to be defended. The Motherland belongs to the state. All businesses are State owned. The Sea is State owned, the Sky is State owned. Therefore, let the State take care of it.

Cubans suffer a escape mania. Everyone wants to defect. Hoping of at least being owners of their name in some other part of the world. Here we are just called comrades. Comrade this, comrade that.

Since the State is the sole owner; what is the use of any confrontation? Strikes? Do not be silly! Its been thirty years since the last time someone actually worked around here. War? Nonsense! How can it be warring in a country whit not enough fuel to cook? Ideas? Only through the mass media abroad. Therefore, to await is the form of our struggle, since the must important thing around here, is to stay alive.


Translated directly from the Spanish electronic version by R. Rikki.