Times are changing, yes, and how. Four decades ago, in the run-up to March 8, the Federation of Cuban Women (FMC) would have been immersed in a program with a broad presence in the media, awarding of diplomas or recognitions, homage to the most outstanding federates, meetings or exchanges with organizations, embellishment of blocks in the neighborhoods, speeches in morning newspapers...
Without underestimating the effectiveness of such activities, it is curious how the current context adds other alternatives, more in tune with the feminine universe to which it is summoned: the possibilities offered by the information and communication technologies to reach many more women and with greater rapidity.
If only in the 70's or 80's of the last century, the federated women could have assaulted social networks to put in the ether, for our archipelago and the whole world, messages of Cuban reaffirmation or to call each other to visit the family of collaborators who make up the internationalist medical contingent Henry Reeve, or to put a bell in the cat about a vital program: that of the Advancement of Women, in defense of their very sacred rights ...
My fingers do not type in the abstract. It would be unforgivable or at least very regrettable if, due to operational problems, this meeting with women producers, which is so lacking and so appreciated by those who sweat blouse, with a handkerchief or hat on their heads, along with men, to get the food we all need from the land, or that the cordial, sensitive touch with those who live in coastal communities, determined to milk the sea with the same food purpose, does not land where it has been conceived, would remain in the written intention.
The XI Congress of the FMC is right there. That is to say: the final sessions are there, because in its orbit there have been women spinning all over Cuba for a long time.
If it was not a program to fulfill tasks or project appearances, women from Sancti Spíritus, Las Tunas, Pinar del Río, Ciego de Ávila, Guantánamo... will have the precious possibility not to sit in the Convention Palace to listen and nothing more; but to intervene, transmit or assimilate experiences, without having to rack their brains looking for examples about what they have done, or the honest, mature reference, about what has been left undone and urgently needs to be taken up again, updated, perfected and put the arm, with everything.
