Miriam Celaya, Translator: Norma Whiting
These days of rest, when I have not even had the nerve to open my 
machine and write, have instead been used to think about the Cuban 
reality, present, future and my own assumptions. Friends and enemies 
have branded me as inflexible on more than one occasion, or at least as 
excessively caustic. And they're right. Not in terms of my usual 
bitterness about the government: I reiterate every invective and 
criticism I have dedicated to the autocracy, and multiply my bitterness 
towards it exponentially. I do not like it, do not approve of it at all, 
and will fight against it in my surly style as long as I am alive; I 
have a deep contempt for this and other dictatorships, and I refuse to 
serve or obey the regime.
But I've also been a bit unfair in my judgmental ratings towards my 
countrymen, especially when I attack what I consider to be the people's 
excessive passivity and docility. Permanent helplessness has a dulling 
effect on the senses that prevents any clearly formulated proposal. In 
conversations with some friends that I've been nursing these days, I 
have been pleased to see that people are neither so weak nor so blind; 
they just have not found the way. Many are not permissive, but fearful. 
The characteristics of dictatorships are magnified in the people's 
imagination; they look larger and more powerful than they really are. 
Now that image is beginning to crack.
One example is a friend of mine, who, without my suspecting it, is a 
regular reader of blogs on the Voces Cubanas platform. I did not even 
realize that, for years, she has known what I do, and is a regular fan 
who urges her son, — a twenty-something young man — to put everything in 
digital form that is published in the independent web, including sites 
of Estado de SATS and recordings of Razones Ciudadanas, among others. 
For my part, I had not spoken to her about my political views or of my 
dissident activities, though my opinions are well known and are even 
shared among all my friends. I do not like to scare people, but the 
opposite effect was evident in her: "since I've read your posts, since I 
found out all about and what you do, I'm less afraid. Each time I'm more 
convinced that the only way to fight this government is to stop playing 
its game. I want my children to know something besides this, a Cuba 
different from ours".
So, I made a mistake too. I have underestimated the power of freely 
expressed opinions, I have underrated the scope –- limited, yet 
inexorable — of the independent press and the individual will of the 
disobedient, and I have overestimated the fear of Cubans. This friend is 
a member of the Communist Party, one additional faker, but she has also 
been, for a long time, a silent activist who has taken to her workplace, 
her friends and family nucleus, recorded on disks and flash drives, the 
whole spectrum of opinions currently stirring in Cuba, especially 
anti-government views.
Additionally, I have recently become convinced of the power of believing 
in our own strength. We, the disobedient, are not an "underground" 
phenomenon. We walk with our heads held high, and make public our 
meetings, aspirations and opinions. The government is the one 
underground, locked away in its palaces, plotting its own conferences 
and laws. Hidden are the power lords, fearful that people might find out 
what they are scheming, terrified in the presence of the effects of 
whatever measure they might propose, disconcerted at the slightest 
possibility that Cubans might have access to information. It is true 
that people are afraid, but the masses are generally more ignorant than 
cowardly. The ruling Cubans are actually the real pack of cowards who 
hide behind the force that gives them absolute power to suppress and 
prevail. However, they survive in a permanent state of shock, 
mistrusting even their own followers. Therefore, I ask Cubans, at least 
those whom I misjudged, to forgive me. You are in hiding, we are in the 
open, but, at the end of the day, we are all on the same side.
Translated by Norma Whiting
February 10 2012
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