Havana Cuba. – La Diosa held her first concert in Miami, and although she had the support of followers and good people who want to see her succeed, she did not lack her detractors who, due to the tone of the criticism, seemed upset with the success that a Cuban woman could achieve recently arrived in the United States.
Although there are more who are happy that in such a short time the singer dianelys alfonso has fulfilled a dream as an artist, it is not negligible that mob whose “reasons for anger” are more like envy, because perhaps the success of others reminds them too much of their own failures.
But although in a good part of the adverse comments that appeared on social networks the hatred is evident, the hatred that some, even when leaving Cuba, carry with them and that “having not had the courage to, even while on the Island, direct it against those who really deserve it, that is, against those who for decades sowed it with fear, prison, poverty and slogans in each of us― they seek to unload against the first one who, even from art or social networks, seems to stand out in a community that he perceives as a horde, by virtue of that opportunistic “equality”, of that malevolent “uniformity” that has caused so much damage among Cubans.
They are so marked and shaped by misery, by indoctrination, that the success of an “equal” seems to them the worst of “sins.” We Cubans are so tired of worshiping dictators and so eager to tear down statues that it seems that crushing any head that rises above us gives us pleasure. And the attacks against The Goddess (for the simple fact of striving to succeed) are the best example of that destructive, miserable feeling that, without a doubt, the regime cultivates and stimulates (even in its adversaries) and that it then uses not only against its enemies but when you need to divert attention so that other more important (and more worrisome) issues are not the epicenter of the “national debate.”
Sergei Lavrov visits Havana, the Cuban prime minister, Manuel Marrero, announces a meeting with Putin for June, the Russians —in need of a strategy that brings them closer geographically to the United States, just as NATO approaches its borders— are increasingly involved in the impoverished Cuban economy; However, a majority of Cubans prefer to occupy their time and energy in that exhausting and sterile “dirty” on social networks, or already as active followers of the latest stupid little war of “egos” between the influencers so and so youtuber more which.
I do not believe that today there is another community in the United States that is more “distracted” than the Cuban one, nor is there a population that is easier to silence with “distractions” than that of this Island, more concerned about the price of Miami-Havana tickets, or about if there will be fuel to go to the square for May Day, than for the life of Abel Machado Conde, the young political prisoner of 11J who a few days ago wrote a letter to his mother saying he would commit suicide due to the mistreatment he receives in a Quivicán prison. It is that surely they do not even know his name, so simple, although in a few days they have learned to pronounce the nickname of the rapper who distributes dollars more than well, Tekashi 6ix9ine.
They are overflowing with envy against La Diosa because she fills a stadium in Miami when just yesterday she arrived for parole but they say nothing up front, very loud and clear —as Dianelys Alfonso did from Cuba many times, in her own peculiar way— against those responsible for the fact that a 28-year-old Cuban man is willing to donate an organ to whoever helps him get out of the hell in which he lives, or against the teachers who harassed and expelled the 17-year-old student Rainel Rodríguez from school for his political ideas.
Maykel Osorbo and Luis Manuel Otero rot in a jail, unjustly forgotten, after they made us sing Homeland and Life. But few remember that anymore, and if there is a song that came to quickly replace that one so “agitating” it is paroles, paroles, although not that of Dalila and Alain Delon, but the one that was born from the migratory agreements that “fell from the sky” as the escape valve that the tottering dictatorship so needed.
In short, it is the “national nonsense” passing over our heads and overwhelming those who stand out, whether with hatred, envy, resentment, “bad milk” or, simply, with the silence that, although for some they seem like feelings “normal”, “harmless”, in Cuba are the most faithful synonyms of complicity. And it is that so many years stumbling over the same stone, too many dents in the body, even in my own, make me not buy the story that there are still naive or distracted Cubans.
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