Now that we know the resounding results of support for the revolutionary process in the national elections last March, let us suppose that our enemies gather an ounce of dignity and decide to sit down and listen to some things they refuse to understand.

Now that we know the resounding results of support for the revolutionary process in the national elections last March, let us suppose that our enemies gather an ounce of dignity and decide to sit down and listen to some things they refuse to understand.

In this scenario, the hawks from the Pentagon, the Washington think tanks, the politicians from a comedy and some unmentionable vermin would attend the meeting.

Having gained the attention of such an ‘illustrious’ quorum, we would like to give them a bit of history, if they can control their hysteria.

It would be good for them to know that centuries ago, an infamous Spanish general named Valeriano Weyler had the grim hope of starving the Cubans and driving them to the extremes of misery, with the dastardly determination to surrender the rebels or the collective betrayal of the Cubans to the cause of the independence of the homeland.

But he failed, and there is the old Spain, sometimes melancholy, harboring lost illusions, and where some still wonder how it was that they could not defeat the poorly dressed warriors, poorly fed and armed mostly only with machetes for work.

A little closer in time, centuries ahead, a bloody dictator, who liked to clink glasses of fine baccarat with Richard Nixon himself, bet again on barbarism, forgetting the failure of the Spanish dictator, and took the lives of 20,000 Cubans with the useless illusion of subduing those who insisted on being free or martyrs.

The figure came out like a dog (my apologies to such noble animals) that knocked over the pot, only this time instead of knocking it over, he took it with him, loaded with the money he stole from the country.

Then… well, after that the story is better known: bombs, epidemics, sabotage, blockades, intimidation, prohibitions of all kinds, and a lot of evil.

And again, the method of promoting shortages, the recipes of repression in search of the collapse of the country, the setting of deadlines to celebrate the capitulation, and even the purchase of suitcases left over from the closets.

So much for the class. The gentlemen in the audience will leave without having assimilated the teachings, wearing the dark glasses of arrogance that will make them stumble over the same stone again and again.

Everything, absolutely everything, for one great reason: they do not understand the nature of the Cuban, which holds the keys to an enigma called resistance and another called pride.

Within this insular and beloved house, the great family knows its mistakes, its errors, understands that it is necessary to make fewer mistakes and work harder, the harshest criticisms are made and anyone who deserves it is put in his place, but the family, at the end of the day, does not allow outsiders to stick their noses where they do not belong or hypocritical neighbors to point out moles with the same fingers with which they try to gouge out our eyes.

Ah! and in the case of the vermin, they are even worse, because if there is one thing that makes Cubans’ blood boil, it is betrayal. Incidentally, all that remains of the rayadillos is the unpleasant memory of their infamy and the Cuban mockery in the cartoons of Elpidio Valdés and his horse Palmiche.

Source: Granma