The latest attempts of the most vulgar current of the anti-Cuban political propaganda on social media - where everything, whether real or imagined, can find a place - to shape an opinion has, as usual, backfired against those who brought it to life.
The new, cartoonish so-called spokespersons paid by Miami right wing is recycling an old trick of the anti-Cuban machinery that lost effectiveness decades ago. Now they have tried to pass as new the idea of releasing a list of “Cuban artists who support the regime of the Castros,” and therefore should be banned from entering or staying in US territory.
This list is, unlike its predecessors –also known as blacklists-, printed in a red font, and its originality ends there. Maybe the choice of font color was just a way to highlight the ridiculous and ghoulish instincts of those who put it together.
The only thing that can be regarded somewhat seriously in this show – the last one in a series of low-quality tantrums that can only exist in places like YouTube-, is how the president of the most powerful country in the world has agreed to stoop so low. Moved by the pre-election audacity and despair, he has sunk to the height of a mercenary made of colorful pieces who seeks to fall on the good side of the stale Miami anti-Cuban groups by repeating the same nonsense his predecessors have been repeating since 1959 only to get the same outcome: a Revolution, alive and kicking, resisting and thriving, right under their noses.
Poor Trump, who, in addition to receiving a list that is not even in alphabetical order, is not properly told how his promises are received, nor the brave answers that the real artists included in it, incorruptible fellow citizens of this island, have given to this list, one by one.
If he starts by letter A, he will see the reaction in Facebook of Arnaldo Rodríguez, from the Talismán orchestra: “Nobody ‘sells out’ here; damn…I stay here with my own people. Facing the shortages but enjoying this country’s virtues…They may accuse us of anything, but they can never call us cowards! Viva Cuba Libre!”
If he continues to letter B, he will find the serene reply of Buena Fe’s front man Israel Rojas, which feels like a slap across his face. Rojas states how happy he is about spending the weekend with his family, about the MAS victory in the elections in Bolivia, and about the upcoming concerts. “The list?...All I can say about it is: ‘Thanks for thinking of us, together with such great people.’”
Something along these lines would answer ‘artist’ José Rubiera –maybe he deserves that title for making of weather forecast an art-, who is also included in the list. In the end, that’s all the list-makers of Miami have gotten: the replies of those included in the list, thanking them for including them in such a selected group of Cubans, who have said they do not need a list like this one to confirm something they know: that they are Cubans and revolutionaries.
Translated by ESTI
