Cuban Progress Never Enough in Miami


Blue Convertible, La Habana Vieja

The New York Times has an excellent article on free enterprise taking hold in Cuba

You can make your own observations about the article, and I commented on it. (Comment # 22) But I was most interested in the letters  from the general public As the comments suggest, for many in the exile community there can never be progress in Cuba no matter what actually happens on the island. The economy is opening, most political prisoners have been released, and as the article suggests the Cuban people see these moves as positive.  But for those sitting on their patios in Miami, it is not enough. They want the Cuba of 50 years ago, when their rich relatives partied with the corrupt Batista dictatorship and kept the Cuban people in uneducated semi-starvation. N0w from that same poolside vantage point, they want the Cubans to take to the streets and begin an Egyptian style revolution.

What they forget is that the Cuban revolution already took place, and they lost and fled to Florida. Unfortunately, because of their political power in this country, they have kept the rest of Americans from seeing what a beautiful, safe, and friendly place Cuba is, as witnessed by tourists from around the world.

The Peoples Republic of Florida


Some Cubans in Florida continue to try to live by their own rules, despite what the rest of the country does. The latest example of this idiocy came to light last week when President Obama lifted some restrictions for academics traveling to Cuba. It was praised at Universities around the country as a reopening of educational visits between our two countries. But not in Florida. Those academics, ostensibly working in the United States, will not be able to take part in these new regulations because the State  of Florida prohibits contact with Cuba. Once again, hard- line Cuban exile politicians have exerted their power to block the laws of America in order to carry out their political vendetta against the people and government of Cuba. Read it here;

Obama administration lifts some Cuba travel restrictions


The president has issued his new Cuba travel regulations, and I am disappointed. Despite  what the Cuban government has been doing regarding prisoner releases and opening of their society,  President Obama is still bowing to the hard liners in Miami at the expense of the Cuban and American people.  Then new regulations leave us about where we were under President Clinton, which is better than we were under President Bush, but it’s still a one of a kind foreign policy which only effects Cuba and no other country in the world.

There is no need for our embargo against Cuba, and the travel ban is constitutionally questionable since it allows Cuban Americans to travel to the island, but prohibits the rest of us from going.  I thought this might end under Obama, but I guess we should have known it wouldn’t when he  made a campaign stop at the home of Gloria Estefan, a great singer, but a right-wing hardliner  with direct family ties to the Batista dictatorship  which the Cuban revolution  deposed.

Travel to Cuba : A worldwide right – An American Crime


Havana at Sunrise

The election of a Democratic controlled congress in 2008 led many of us to believe that the ban on travel to Cuba might finally be lifted. For a lot of reasons, it never happened. The question of if it ever will should be back on the table. Surprisingly there is talk that the Republican house majority may just be the best way to get it through, with Tea Party conservatives offering libertarian solutions which could force this draconian one of a kind foreign policy to the historical scrap-heap where it belongs.

Meanwhile the rest of the world continues to see Cuba as the safe and interesting vacation destination that it is. A British cruise liner has docked in Havana, and Cuban tourism officials are awaiting many more

The Brits also poked fun at the American Embargo and Travel Ban, laughing at our 50 year folly.

Virtually Killing Castro


I am not a “gamer”, have never been one. I have enough ways to waste my time on reading, television and the information portion of the internet, so that virtually blowing people away with a 50 caliber machine gun really does not do it for me. I was in the military during Viet Nam, and have a good idea that killing people is a lot more involved than just pressing a button on a video controller.  I realize that my friends who play these games are just utilizing the latest technology to spend some free time and I’m cool with that.  But the phone message I received a week ago from a close friend was still a bit shocking. “I shot Fidel last night”, he told me. He was referring to actions in the highly anticipated release of Call of Duty: Black Ops, a “first person shooter” game in which the players are taken back in time to Havana during the Cold War with the mission to assassinate the Cuban leader.  Naturally, the Cubans take exception to the idea of using the man who most of them consider a great leader of their country as a target for assassination, since the United States has in fact made him an assassination target for 50 years. The British documentary 638 ways to Kill Castro goes into some of those attempts.

An English language summary of the Cuban media reports is here:

At the Miami Herald, a columnist chides the Cubans for their sensitivity, arguing that the game teaches them about freedom of speech which they supposedly don’t have:

What it does of course is perpetuate the idea that Castro is something of a terrorist or illegitimate leader of his country who deserves to be eliminated. This is not the first time that controversy has surrounded the release of a game in the series. Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 featured a “No Russians” level where players can kill civilians with a terrorist group. But there are, as far as I can find, no games which call for the murder of other living heads of state.

And when the incoming head of the House Foreign Affairs Committee is on record as favoring that assassination, you can see why Cubans might think that this is more than just a game.

Honoring Terrorists at the University of Miami


Terrorist Orlando Bosch receiving award

In the past few years, radical Cuban exiles in Miami have toned down their act. By toned down I mean they don’t necessarily kill Americans who might tend to disagree with them which was sometimes their practice during the past 50 years. That never stopped them from killing people in Cuba, and from making it a priority to kill Fidel Castro at all costs. Two of the best known of these wanted international terrorists, Orlando Bosch and Luis Posada Carriles live openly in the Miami Cuban community. But if that were not enough, a radical exile group recently gave an award to Bosch, at the University of Miami, which has caused an uproar among academics at the school. Here is a letter sent after the event.

To Our Colleagues in the Academic Community and Friends:

On October 12, 2010, Orlando Bosch, an internationally known and convicted terrorist, was paid homage at an event held on the premises of the Institute for Cuban and Cuban American Studies (ICCAS) of the University of Miami. The U.S. Department of Justice has called this individual “a terrorist unfettered by laws of human decency, threatening and inflicting violence without regard to the identity of his victims.”

The undersigned faculty affiliated with the University of Miami’s Center for Latin American and Caribbean Studies (CLAS) wishes to declare that our Center and students had absolutely nothing to do with this event and firmly opposes holding such events and any other activity glorifying, condoning, or praising inhumane acts or violations of human rights, regardless of the alleged justification.

Read the full letter here:

You can read about Bosch’s history of terror by just going online here:

and here:

Enrique Ros (gray suit) at award ceremony for Orlando Bosch

But an interesting note was that seated next to Bosch at the awards ceremony was Enrique Ros, the father of  Representative Ileana Ros-Lehtinen  (R-Florida).  Could an elected official anywhere in the United States maintain ties to a convicted terrorist and be re-elected?  Only in Miami.

Enjoy them while you can.


There was a nice piece in the New York Times about the visit of the American Ballet Theater to Havana.

It was the first time the company had been there since 1960, when the U.S. Embargo against Cuba went into effect. The piece talks about expanding cultural ties between our countries. Good luck with that. A slight loosening of the regulations under the Obama administration  has allowed several Cuban music groups to perform in the United States, and brought pianist Chu Chu Valdez and Buena Vista Social Club diva, Omara Portuondo on tours earlier this year. If you enjoy Cuban art and music, I strongly suggest you see them while you can. The dark days may be coming back.

With the Republican victory in last week’s elections, expect more of the anti-Cuban legislation which could limit Visas for musicians like Chu Chu and Omara. Their crime is that they return to Cuba every time they leave. Can you imagine, wanting to return to their homeland?  The radical Miami-Cubans can’t, as long as Raul or Fidel Castro remains in the government.  They insist if you leave Cuba, you must stay away until the Castro brothers are gone. Think about that. A foreign government telling the citizens of a sovereign country who can or cannot be their leader. It’s exactly what we do in the Helms-Burton Act, an internationally ridiculed piece of legislation  which serves to keep the embargo in place until WE get the government we want running Cuba.

With the expected move making Miami Republican Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen Chair of the House Foreign Affairs Committee and the election of the equally radical exile Marco Rubio to the Senate, there is no telling what legislation these two will cook up to try once again to reverse the results of the Cuban Revolution.  It does not matter to them that they are taking away your rights as an American to freely visit a peaceful and friendly country.

Since you can’t go to Cuba and see her yourself, here’s Omara performing at the Club Las Vegas in Central Havana. Please be forewarned; there may be actual Socialists in the crowd.

Cuban Airline Crashes Killing All Aboard


Cuban Airliner Burns After Crash

A Cuban airliner flying from the eastern city of Santiago de Cuba to Havana crashed Thursday evening after declaring an emergency, killing all 68 people aboard, including 28 foreigners. Government investigators were at the scene of the tragedy, and are attempting to determine a cause. Our sympathies go out to the families of the victims, and to the Cuban people.

A few years back, I wrote about flying on airlines inside Cuba, and this is the piece as published in the Chicago Tribune.

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The Englishman, the Italians, and the Sky Marshal

. There is little doubt that at least some future plane trips will include an additional crew member; the armed sky marshal.. Sky marshals (or air marshals), first got on board selected  flights in 1970, after hijackings worldwide had increased  from 38 in 1968 to 82 attempts in 1969.  “Take this plane to Cuba”, became the five words American pilots feared most. As well as sky marshals, passengers soon found metal detectors and x-ray machines standing between them and the aircraft they were about to board. In addition, the US and Cuba, put aside their differences long enough to sign a treaty which required each country to extradite or punish hijackers. It all worked, and by1973 hijacking attempts had dropped to 22 world wide, with only 2 in the US.

Decades of relatively  terrorist free flights went by in America, and the skymarshal program was cut back, until September 11, 2001  But for our hijack treaty partners, the Cubans, airline security  never went out of style, a fact I was reminded of  while taking a flight inside Cuba.

I’m  at at a very small airport outside of Havana, waiting for a plane to take me to the colonial town of Trinidad.  I wasn’t certain what to expect, since this would be my first trip on Cubana Airlines. On the runway sat our plane, which, for a twin engine turbo-prop looked  normal enough to me. Of course, I know absolutely nothing about airplanes.

Everything you had with you would be x-rayed, then hand searched.  And everybody would go through a metal detector.  Most of my fellow travelers were Italian tourists, many who seemed annoyed with the pace of security.  One of the women attempted to go directly  to a small concession stand, but something in her purse set off the metal detector. As the very polite counter people tried  to tell her she would have to wait with her husband until both of their tickets and baggage were checked, she began an argument whose main point seemed to be that she wanted a cup off coffee, and was going to get it now.  From a back room emerged a man who could have played power forward in the NBA, standing at least 6’8″, and as wide as a door. He wore a sport coat. which bulged under the armpit, but just his size and sour demeanor were enough to get everyone’s immediate attention.  Her husband read the unspoken message, and told his wife something in Italian which finally caused her to get back in line.  When my turn came to check in, my U.S. documentation  was given a thorough perusal, and I was made to remove the glasses I was wearing, since I didn’t have them on in my passport photo. The small tripod I had with me would not be allowed  on board, but had to be checked.                                                                                                                     There were only a few Cubans on  the flight, but they received the most intense screening of all.  Their tickets and documents were gone over several times, and the questioning as to where they were going and why, went on for several minutes.

My next surprise came when we were allowed to board.  Rather than a stairway into the cabin, we walked up a ramp in the rear, built for trucks and tanks. The prop wash was strong enough to almost knock you over, but at the top of the ramp stood a smiling Cubana flight attendant, oblivious to the roaring engines. Once inside there were about twenty rows of seats, loosley bolted to the frame, and few other signs of the transformation this plane had undergone.  Initially, it was impossible to hear anything, and, it didn’t get much better when the ramp went up. One of the areas where they’d saved money was on sound proofing; there was none.  I took my seat, and nodded to a smiling Englishman who would be sitting next to me. His name was Steve Day, an engineer with a wicked sense of humor, who worked in the oil business. His job was to go to a location somewhere in the world, and set up an oil rig. He proved to be an invaluable source of information, since he had flown throughout the third world, and knew this aircraft.

Steve’s first bit of reassuring information came when he explained why there was white smoke pouring into the cabin.  It seemed to be coming from somewhere underneath, and rose about a foot .  I wasn’t sure whether to run for  the now closed ramp, or head up front toward an exit.  Discouraging the later was the big guy from the terminal, who appeared again, walking slowly from the rear to the front of the plane.  He turned around and gave everyone one moreglowering stare, before folding down a jump seat right next to the locked cockpit door. Here, the whole airline hijacking scenario that I’d been raised with, was turned on its head. “Take this plane to Miami” would be the demand, and it would be up to the big Cuban to say no.

“He’s the security guard”, said Steve. “And you can be assured that he has a gun”.  He needed no gun to subdue any two of the passengers on this flight, and I remembered back so long ago when revolutionaries in the U.S. were hijacking airliners and demanding to be taken to Cuba.  That, of course, led  to the whole airport security industry which now is an annoying, but necessary part of every trip by plane.  Now the tables had turned, with those who wanted to get to the United States demanding to be taken there, and guys like this guard ready to punch or shoot it out to make sure that this plane would follow its flight plan.  If this guy had anything to say about it (and there was no one argueing with him), we were not going to Miami.  Fine by me, but what about the smoke. “It’s from the air conditioning” Steve told me.  “Nothing to worry about” he reassured.

So I didn’t worry (ok, maybe just a little), and as we took off the smoke cleared and we were on our way.  It was still very noisy, but Steve’s explanation of the airplane’s history soothed my nerves. We were flying a Russian Antonov A-26 freight model adapted (sort of) for passengers. It was originally built for paratroops or up to 10 tons of cargo and capable of using unpaved airstrips. This baby probably served in combat in Angola ferrying around some of the 200,000 troops the Cubans sent to help in that now forgotten war. And although loud, it had enough power in just one of its engines to make several trips around the country with 40 tourists.  So, for the relatively short flight to Trinidad, we had capable, if not comfortable wings.

The Trinidad airport terminal is a one building compound, with very few overlapping flights, so ours was the only aircraft. Although we were only a few miles from  town,  we still needed a taxi to get there, but there were none to be seen.  Suddenly a wagon train of horse drawn carriages arrived, and we were told to get on board. It struck me that our Cuban hosts had gone a bit too far in attempting to recreate the flavor of this colonial Spanish town for the tourists, and I felt a bit silly climbing in and riding into the town center.  But as we rode I realized that this was provincial Cuba, and that even though it was the 21st century this was how these people actually got around.  We passed other horse drawn taxis filled with Cubans on there way to work or school, and they smiled and waved and we smiled and took their pictures.  Far from being treated as tourists, we were experiencing the same form of transportation as the average Trinidadian.  But as we came into town, and passed other carriages, Steve pointed out one consession to modern times.  “Look” he laughed.  “The horses are wearing  nappys”.  Now most of my language problems in Cuba involved Spanish slang, but here was a bit of the Queens English that lost me.  However I soon learned  that  “nappy” was slang for diaper, and yes the horses on these taxis, in order to keep the streets as free as possible from manure, had a very ingenious cloth trap hanging right below the tail.  It worked well, and the  tourists looking for cheap rum and t-shirts had only to worry about tripping over a loose brick on the cobblestone streets, and not about stepping in something organically Cuban.

Trinidad is a magnificent example of colonial Spanish architecture, but when our tour group kept getting steered into shops selling rum , cigars and t-shirts, I bailed and went exploring the back streets myself. This made for a much more enjoyable trip, and I was invited into several homes for coffee and guava filled pastries, and purchased a couple of bananas fresh from their tree. I later joined up with Steve, and we enjoyed a sumptuous  lunch of grilled fish, before heading back to our tour group. We went by bus to a nearby sugar mill where the importance of sugar in Cuban history was explained, but the women workers also gave us a lesson in socialist work ethic.  One of the Italians had not gotten enough t-shirts at the other stores, and was trying to buy one here. The shop was obviously open, but there was no one in it. The same held true for the    in the small snack bar. Our guide then explained that this was the International Day of the Woman, and that although the women were at work, they would not work today, because of the holiday. I followed some music coming from out back, and found the ten female employees,  dancing and drinking rum. Because of their impromptu work stoppage  they would not sell me a beer, but  they were happy to give me several glasses of rum provided I dance with them and take some video. I tried to leave a tip, but they refused it, and only after I insisted the money was for my dance lessons did they laughingly accept.

Back at the airport we found the same flight attendants , pilots, and my big friend the security guard, who looked only a bit less intimidating after a rum drenched  afternoon. He resumed his place in the jump seat, and we headed back.Throughout our short trip he did not fall asleep, or flirt with the flight attendant, and his eyes constantly patrolled the plane. His only concession to comfort was to unbutton his jacket, and you could see the leather straps of his shoulder holster and the butt of his gun sticking out.  Was it a Glock or something Czechoslovakian ? I couldn’t tell for sure.  But I was sure that he would use it if he had to. This plane was staying in Cuba.

Queen of Cuba?


The Miami Herald has a piece about the election which shows what the future for Cuba policy would be if Republicans take over the House.

Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen R-Florida

Miami Republican Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen is a shoe-in to win reelection, and if she does, a Republican victory nationally would put her in position to chair the House Foreign Affairs Committee. That would effectively put a hold on efforts to change the repressive policy against Cuba. Ros-Lehtinen is a Cuban-American, Bush family protégé, who will back the radical right wing agenda which led us into two unnecessary wars. Just what she could do to make our policy toward her former homeland any worse is hard to imagine, but you can be sure she’ll try. I mean, since we already have a law in the United States (The Helms –Burton Act), which says who can’t be the leader of Cuba (spoiler alert, it’s the Castro brothers), why can’t we pass one which declares who can?   I’m sure Ileana would love the job, and since she’s going to be in charge of all that legislation, maybe she can just get herself appointed Queen of Cuba.

How is that Embargo working for you Uncle Sam?


Cuban students march through the Plaza de Revolution.

The economic embargo against Cuba turned 50 this week. Put in place by President Eisenhower (look him up kids), the Blockade (as it is known in Cuba) was set up to bring down the Castro government and get Cuba back in line as a de facto U.S. colony. Phil Peters at The Cuban Triangle has a good read on it

There is also a new book entitle Reconciliation: 78 Ways to End the U.S. Embargo of Cuba , which looks interesting.