Iván García, Translator: Unstated
In the neighborhood of Cayo Hueso, there are people who are viewed with
disdain. Waldo is one such case, chief of surveillance for the Committee
for the Defense of the Revolution (CDR). A neighborhood full of
prostitutes and marginal people who live from what "falls off" the truck.
Due to his intransigence and zeal to enforce the guidelines from the
superstructures of power, Waldo has alienated people. According to
gossip, he is also a full-time informant for Special Services.
A retired saddler, Waldo's hobby is to spy from behind a wide iron
window on the movements of people marked as suspicious or conflictive.
His number one objective is a pair of "notorious counterrevolutionary"
residents on his block. He feels acknowledged when the tough guys from
State Security rely on him to inform them about the activities of this
Waldo has never wavered in his unreserved support for Fidel Castro. Not
in the most difficult times of the Special Period, when he lost teeth
due to lack of protein, 12-hour blackouts and an optic neuritis that
left him almost blind.
Life has treated him harshly. One of his sons deserted the boat of the
Revolution and now lives on the other side. His retirement pension is
just about enough to pay the electric bill and buy food provided by the
ration book. Little more. He eats and dresses badly. But he still
worships the Castros.
Waldo belongs to that segment of the needy to which Raúl Castro referred
in his report to the Sixth Party Congress. Citizens who despite being
poor as church mice are stalwarts of the revolution.
Every day they are fewer. I present to you their profile. As a rule,
they are over 60, are former military, low ranking political
commissioners, or retirees who feel useful to the cause, spying on their
"antisocial" neighbors or at the front of a CDR meeting to discuss the
latest political speech.
There are also the young, opportunistic and climbers, who enroll in the
Revolutionary process to try to get a slice of material goods. Like
Vivian, a poor and clever girl, who ran and, without opposition,
obtained the post of delegate to the Popular Power Assembly from her
constituency, which allowed her to weave a web of influences and acquire
building materials free of charge when her dilapidated housing needed
Or ex-officers like Jesus, a fighter pilot who participated in Castro's
adventure in Angola, who is so strict in interpreting the Marxist
theories that his own party colleagues start to tremble when they see him.
These comrades, stubborn, faithful, poor, but happy with their
Revolution, form a core of Talibans with a bombproof faith in the Castro
brothers. They have not received any material advantage from the
Revolution. Nor foreign travel nor foreign currency to buy shoddy goods.
They are pure types.
Some even feel betrayed by the Castros. Not because they stopped
providing an additional quota of coffee or a Chinese 21-inch TV. No.
Their distrust of the brothers is in the direction they are taking the
Especially the permissiveness towards opponents and the weakness in
fighting fight crooks and hookers. These steely communists have limited
understanding, even with regards to what Comrade Fidel explains, why the
'parasites and worms' are greeted with a red carpet and allowed to bring
their dollars to relatives in Cuba who live full speed ahead without
working for the government.
Neither do these intransigents look kindly on their leaders wanting to
have a dialog with the United States. They grew up hating the gringos
In the dead of the night, they assault ideological doubts. That vanish
with the dawn. And they rise up humming "whatever it will be with Fidel,
it will be." Now they've changed the lyrics. Substituting Raul for
Fidel. To keep up with the times.
April 28 2011