There are many Cubans and Cubans who wait for the news and not so much because they associate it with an immediate political change but because, in the midst of so many blackouts, perhaps the death of the old man translates into a decrease in them.
Havana.- Rumors return about the death of Raúl Castro. An out of the normal movement was enough in one of those hospitals and clinics reserved for the military elite and the regime’s hierarchs so that, once again, the ball was extended like a fart in a closed room.
With more than ninety years and with the great regret that he could leave him the certainty that his regime will collapse at any time, one of these days the rumor will become “latest news.” But that will not mean the end of Castroism, which to happen would have to fall first into the minds of those who still hold it consciously or unconsciously between fears, opportunisms, silences, complicities, mediocrities, apathies and, of course, rumors.
C at least during the days that the official or national duel lasts, or whatever they decree, but that arrives accompanied by electricity.
As a conditioned reflex, people know that light (and resources to generate it) always appears in situations like that, when the dictatorship should keep the streets illuminated so that darkness does not unleash “popular creativity” and parties or funeral parties (which are the same) transform into a frenzy of graffiti, cacerolazos and peduscos.
Raúl’s expected death may be just because of that and not because in reality today it means what would have happened in the midst of the “thaw” comparsa, while trying to lift Barack Obama’s arm or in the midst of the phone call to the White House in which they arranged the details of the match.
Beyond those moments, which would have offered a better show, Raúl’s definitive scene would not change “what should be changed”, which is nothing other than the excessive scheme of repression and enrichment deployed by the military elite that really governs in Cuba. An elite that also awaits and eagerly eagerly that, at any time, the rumor becomes news, as long as keeping the nonagenarian alive, in the midst of the current crisis, it is a company too expensive, perhaps much more than it was to prolong the brother’s chochera.
Maybe even that was why Prime Minister, Colonel Manuel Marrero Cruzwent to put flowers in the tombs of Vilma Espín and Luis Alberto Rodríguez López-Calleja. Perhaps it was to strain a prayer in the hope that both dead collaborate with the “acceleration of the process” so that 95 that once “dead load” that today is just a hindrance is not reached.
As are the other “historical” old age, whose deaths will be news very soon not because rumors presage them but because by age it is. Seeing them dying quietly in their beds will only mean that we have been wrong, and much, in placing our hopes of political change in that nonsense of “giving time to time” when the deaths that should really matter to us are those that accumulate by hunger, by anguish, by abandonments.
Actually, we should be as pending of their deaths as they of ours. Dedicate them in the media as news the same marginal or non -existent, disrespectful place that once dedicated them to the death of truly great and important men and women for Cuba and the world, such as José Lezama Lima or Celia Cruz, as Oswaldo Payá or Laura Pollán.
No matter who or who has used the rumor or for what purposes, or if at the entrance of the clinic they confused a greenish car with another (all so perished between them in despotisms and, above all, in the phobia to reveal to the world as fatal as any of us), the really important thing, so important that it would change everything once and for all, it is that their deaths should not matter to us. our lives matter.
