Fidel (and Cuba)--Then and Now

Photo by Tito Alvarez

 from Havana Times, April 9, 2013

 I had the good fortune to host two photo historians from Havana as visiting faculty at our university 7-8 years ago. One who is the archivist at the Fotateca in Havana brought a large number of negatives of Tito Alvarez who was active as a photographer in Cuba during the 1950s and 1960s. I scanned them and cleaned them up as well as I could, negatives do not fare well in the humidity and dirt of Havana especially over fifty years. The portrait of Castro on the left was during an early radio address to the country. The one on the right was in the Havana Times this past Sunday. It is fascinating to see the extended forefinger of the left hand as Fidel makes his point, see the intensity of his facial expression and to notice how carefully the journalist is listening. The point of this post is not to take sides on the Castro-anti-Castro debate but to show he is still alive and seems quite  alert. That makes him a rather amazing person no matter what your political leaning. I have heard several of my older friends (my age) say, "Communista, No! Fidelista, Si!" Many of the older middle class-lower classes  do love him. Change is coming though, and it is definitely overdue.

Writer of Article on Racism Loses His Job

This past Sunday I wrote about my black Cuban friend Roberto. I referenced an article published in the NYTimes. In this morning's times there is a  follow-up article detailing the circumstances of how the journalist who wrote that article lost his job. According to the Times this AM, "The author, Roberto Zurbano, in an article published March 23, described a long history of racial discrimination against blacks on the island and said 'racial exclusion continued after Cuba became independent in 1902, and a half century of revolution since 1959 has been unable to overcome it'.” He was subsequently removed from his position as editor at the Casa de Las Americas Cultural Center.

Mr. Zurbano states that the NYTimes editorial staff changed the title of his article from "For Blacks in Cuba, the Revolution Has Not Yet Finished" to “For Blacks in Cuba, the Revolution Hasn’t Begun.”  According to Mr Zurbano this change was made without his approval and makes as considerable difference in the intent and weight of the article. The Times defends its translation and says it is sorry for Mr. Zurbano's troubles, but it feels that it did nothing wrong.  That stance is not substantiated by the fall out on the Cuban side of the issue.

Zurbano's statement seems to be the truth as demonstrated by a follow-up article in Havana Times by Esteban Morales, a leading thinker, writer, and scholar in Cuba. Morales, considered one of the   go-to authorities on matters of race relations, opens his discussion with the article's headline. Morales states "Claiming that “For Blacks in Cuba, the Revolution Hasn’t Begun,” his (Zurbano's) argument doesn’t hold up, not even within the complex reality of Cuba today." On the website for UNEAC, the National Union of Writers and Artists of Cuba, there are at least eight essays and opinion pieces regarding the article and almost each one starts with the headline as being to extreme and absolutist.

Certainly there is no intentional harm done by the NYTimes. The point of this post is how carefully words must be chosen when writing about such sensitive topics. It is also the case that not understanding the situation the writer of the article was in can cause it to worsen. Again not an intentional fault, but a common one. Most of the world does not think like the US nor does it share our can do attitudes. I became aware of this latter fact when I took college students on workshops to Cuba. It was always fascinating to talk with them after we had had a meeting with Cuban teachers. students, artists, and photographers.

Roberto

Roberto is one of the best friends I have. I met him in 2000 while at a photography workshop in Havana. He was hanging around the Ambos Mundos Hotel where most of the participants were staying and getting jobs as a guide and translator. We stayed another week after the workshop and secured his services during that week. Turns out he was an officially licensed guide, spoke four languages, was working on his fifth, and was a graduate of the University of Havana. During that first year he was also spending his year of reflection and denial to become a Santeria priest. He wore all white, did not drink alcohol, and prayed frequently.
Over the next few years I depended on him to help with student workshops and other things when visiting Cuba. He was a very capable fixer. He could arrange most anything we wanted to do in the context of education and photography. He had only a few rigidly fixed guidelines; these were: he did not supply or arrange for drugs or women. The first few times that we were walking down the street together and were stopped by the police I wondered what was going on. Roberto would say it was nothing. Then I realized that he was being stopped to check papers and to see if he was a hustler or less savory character trying to exploit some naive tourist. These were sort of like the controversial stop and frisk activities that are presently causing so much consternation in New York City. The issue was that he was black and I was white. I later came to realize that even some of my light skinned Cuban friends did not like him because of his blackness. On the other hand, there were some of them that Roberto did not care for because of their gay-ness. Although I did not agree with much of this, I learned a lot about race relations and social attitudes even in what was supposed to be an idealistic society of equality and acceptance.
I would get this in much larger dose several years later when escorting several Cuban friends around the UNC campus in Chapel Hill in the summer and several college students walked past. The wife of the Cuban couple loudly exclaimed. "Oh, look, they have n*****s here." She was stroking her forearm with two fingers, the Cuban sign of colored skin. Subsequently I have had to deal with Roberto not being able to get a room in houses where we were sleeping, not eating at the same table the rest of us were sharing, being stopped while driving our rental car from its garage to the house where we were lodging, and being treated with disdain by lighter skinned mulatto or white Cubans, mostly Cuban intellectuals or artists. Now that the government is more seriously promoting tourism his independent free lance business has suffered. Most people with a tourist visa have to arrange their tours through the government's tourist agencies that have their own guides. It is not clear what will happen to him but it is of interest that the first effect of capitalism Roberto experienced came from his socialist government.  Roberto is too stubborn and independent to go to work for the government Tourism company. This is just another of the many paradoxes that are Cuba. For those interested, there is a nice article in NYTimes today re: the subject of racism in Cuba..

Old and New--Happening in Cuba

The photo illustrates the changes and the conflicts that Cuba faces. The new modern double bus in front of the shabby, run down buildings with tattered clothes hanging out to dry. This contrast of the old with the new was made even more dramatic this past Sunday when Raul Castro announced that this term would be his last. It is a five yer term and it is not clear that he will survive until 2018 or that he will not have to join Pope Benedict in cloistered retirement. 

Miguel Díaz-Canel Bermúdez was named second in command and presumably first in line of succession as leader. Already the Cuban American contingent is complaining that this is not democracy but a perpetuation of the dictatorial socialist regime. That seems fairly obvious and also predictable. There will be many firsts though-a middle aged leader-not a wet behind the ears amateur as there was post Revolution, and not some old stodgy Revolutionary as there has been mostly ever since. Canel Bermúdez is an engineer, presumably he understands how to make things work, he has served his obligatory time in the military, and he is from an area of Cuba that was a hot bed of the resistance to the status quo during the Revolution. This will be the first time since 1959 that a Castro has not been in charge! Raul has shown that he is more moderate than Fidel although not so much or so fast as to satisfy the impatience of the anti-Castro contingent. Remember this group is well represented in the more rightward wings of our own Republican party which seems dedicated to nothing changing, ever. So they are already leading a confusing life (see Rubio, Marco). Still when you see the nice new Chinese bus that has replaced the noxious, uncomfortable camellos of the recent past, there is a less than subtle sign of forward movement.

Senators Talk with Castro!

Big news this week! US senators visit Cuba and meet with President Raul Castro. The ostensible goal is to work for the release of Alan Gross, American citizen who was arrested in Cuba when discovered to be bringing in sensitive electronic communications equipment to assist a democracy promoting program of USAID. In short he broke Cuban law and was arrested. The senators ate at an "upscale restaurant in Old Havana," always a dicey thing to do. In spite of all the difficulties with Cuba and our relationship with the country, the US is now the second largest source of tourists ranking just behind Canada. Food sales to Cuba increased by $100 million, making the US one of Cuba's top ten trading partners. Colonel Lawrence Wilkerson, Colin Powell's assistant Secretary of State once referred to the economic blockade of Cuba as America's dumbest foreign policy ever. So much of the issue with Cuba has to do with angling to get the Cuban Vote in America, a small part of the Latino vote that has traditionally gone to the Republicans until recently. Raul has been more open to allowing Cubans to purchase homes and cars and things like that. Last hear when I was in Havana a good friend of mine bought her first house. It was a huge step up for her and her family, all of whom had been living in a one room efficiency apartment for years. Working as a photographic assistant and guide she had amassed $15,000 dollars to make the purchase. That's a veritable fortune for the average Cuban citizen.

Further evidence of the foolishness toward Cuba was contained in a statement from Cuban diplomats who pointed out that "even North Korea, which earned global condemnation when it conducted an underground nuclear test earlier this month, is not on the terror sponsor list."(Paul Haven, Associated Press) The most dangerous thing in Cuba are the piles of rotting mangoes on the corners when they fail to collect the garbage on time! With large enough catapults they could wreak havoc on South Beach!

La Vida en la Calle

Life transpires in the street in Havana. In the morning people stand in their doorways having coffee, stand in small groups talking and planning their day, and some are walking their children to school. A few might even be going to work. In Habana Centro the buildings are dilapidated, the stairways are dirty and most of the plaster has fallen off, and often they are dark. Sometimes the contradiction in technology and color is striking. Here there is this bright new motor bike almost certainly of Chinese origin, the young guys in their brightly colored clothing, the new athletic shoes (Nikes?), and the dilapidated building, and the mix in skin tone/color that is the soul of Cuba. Life is incrementally getting better, but much of the country's infra-structure and many of its buildings are beyond salvage.  Nonetheless the closeness of the neighborhoods makes for strong relationships and a lot of mutual concern, not a bad thing. Now if the government's social arms can get enough resources to improve things further for the people the country will be on the road to a better life.

A Poor Country

Many of the buildings along the Prado have been abandoned. They are not maintained at all. The columns that support them are weathered, damaged, and in a general state of disrepair. Some of the area looks more like the scenes of rubble from the recent wars in the middle east; just without the rubble, gore, and unexploded weapons.  There are still people who walk along the way and nearby are excellent hotels and restaurants. Havana is a constant surprise, it changes dramatically from one block to the next. This photo made from Parque Central which is full of people talking, families out and about, and kids on their skate boards and roller blades. Sadness lies in the fact that no matter how nice or good the people seem (and they are), it is not possible to escape the omnipresent sense of poverty and hopelessness that pervades the society.

Ponchera--24 Hora

These sorts of small independent very small businesses are all over the city of Havana as well as being frequent;y seen in the country side. I was attracted to this one by the colors, the shapes of the various elements in the photo and how it all worked together as if it had been purposely painted or staged. Some are just set up in the street with no shop at all, others have an awning or small umbrella in the edge of the street just outside their front door. The number of old cars, the number of  potholes and the fast driving all work together to make this a fairly successful venture for most tire repair people.

Along the park at Prado, so called "Central Park," there are several fallen in, decrepit, crumbling buildings. Most are fenced in and the fences have provided canvases for some of Havana's most talented graffiti artists. It provides a very colorful and abstract feel to the otherwise calm and restful environment. There are many benches along the way and the park is a great place to relax, meet people, and watch kids play. If so inclined, one can even enjoy some post-modern art.www.pacmclaurin.com

Both of these portrait shots were made outside the Cathedral in Regla. It was a bright, crisp morning and many people were stirring about. I like both of these images because of the intensity that shows in the profiles of the faces. According to Carl Sandburg, "The real story is in the faces." Older people have expressive faces. One can see the lines of worry, the scars of experience, and often the kindness within. It is infrequent that a person in Cuba will refuse to let you make their picture.  I purchased a portrait once in an art gallery in Richmond VA. Later I met the person who had posed for the portrait and she asked why I bought it. I told her, "I liked it and I wanted it." "Why,' was the response, 'You don't know me?" I simply repeated,  "I liked it and I wanted it." The only reason I know of to purchase art.

This bright morning was spent in Regla, across the bay from Old Havana. It is a small village with a special Cathedral that has both Roman Catholic saints and Santera orishas in it. Here is a typical street scene--cool January morning requiring the Cuban flanneur to wear a sweater, and a beautifully restored old car polished to a brilliant shine. I recognize the post card quality of the old cars, but they some times are really cool. This one struck me that way. Today a year ago we were packing up to depart Havana and return to North Carolina after a great trip-good memories.

Monument de San Lazaro

This Cathedral is a fascinating place. We went on a Saturday and there was a good crowd, not overwhelming but enough to make it interesting. Saint Lazarus is the patron saint of lepers, the sick, and those with AIDS. Often depicted as a thin man on crutches, clothed with rags, with leprous sores on his body. It is obvious why a figure as wretched as Lazarus should be petitioned for relief from chronic illness, immobilizing pain, and skin diseases -- but it is also a fact that Lazarus is a favorite saint whose help is sought by those who are poor and in need of money, especially those who hope to receive charitable gifts, government grants, and other forms of philanthropic assistance. To some extent the people who are at the Cathedral reflect this. In the adjacent parking lot there are vendors selling all sorts of kitschy statues, post cards and other trinkets. In mid-December there is a processional of penitents for several miles some of whom walk on their knees while others use small whips or switches to flagellate their backs. Inside many light candles, pray and meditate.

Stilt Walkers in Plaza Vieja--Januasry 6, 2012

On the afternoon of January 6, 2012,  there was a large festival in Plaza Vieja, the heart of Old Havana.  These are a few of the stilt walkers who were roaming around the Plaza having a fun time. There was a distinct Santeria flavor as many were in the colors of the various Orishas. The music was great, the people were happy, there was good behavior all around. As you see here, these guys and gals are able to dance on their stilts.

Feliz 1 de Enero!

A shop on Obispo Street last January while in Havana. The street has changed dramatically since I was last there (5 years earlier). Many more shops, lots of them selling souvenirs and other kitschy items. A quick survey indicated almost all of it was manufactured in China. It's then not a lot different than Myrtle Beach or Gatlinburg. While we there a friend purchased her own house. She had saved for 12 years and got enough together to make the purchase. Things are slowly changing, the government has gotten much more active in the micro management of the tourist industry. Perhaps good for them, but those who were trying to work independently are being effectively squeezed out of business.

Three Guys Passing Time

Sitting on the door stoop and watching life go by is an interesting way to pass time in Havana.  All three of these guys were friendly and open to having a photo made. The one in the middle was the most interested and looked directly at the camera. These old carved doors are seen commonly in Habana Centro and Habana Vieja. One hopes that they are preserved insofar as possible as these areas are slowly restored. It is a shame that the care of so many of these things has been so limited and desultory. Often one hears the government being criticized for putting too many of its resources into military things and not rebuilding or maintaining the country. I suppose that cuts several ways and it depends where you start since many governments other than that of Cuba leave themselves open to the same criticism.

Affordable Care--Finally

Today on the announcement of the Supreme Court decision upholding the Affordable Care Act's constitutionality, I dug back in the files for this image. I made this photo while visiting the Cardiovascular Center in Vedado in 2003. This is a cardiologist and a lab technician performing a coronary angiogram in the cardiac catheterization laboratory there. I am a retired cardiologist who did such procedures in my career and I had the privilege of meeting one of the leaders of this facility in Havana. The capabilities of the physicians in Cuba were superb, the specialty training had been done in a hospital in Spain. I spent the better part of a day visiting and talking shop with many of the doctors who worked there. The doctors major complaint was the scarcity of information. They all felt that it was difficult to stay abreast of advances in their field of specialization. Almost all of their supplies were cleaned and re-used. In more advanced countries, most all of the supplies and instruments are disposable. Catheters and other things were cleansed, sterilized and re-used. The time to dispose of something was when it no longer worked. In spite of these shortcomings people were getting good care and it did not cost them anything. The availability of good front line care and public health has benefited the people in lessening disease and it reduces the cost of health care by avoiding unnecessary procedures. There are still many scarcities though and now there are some costs for drugs and things like that. Still the people can find a clinic and a provider anytime and can get some sort of treatment. It is an interesting contrast to the US system, like in most things the best way lies somewhere between the two....and, it is possible  to provide everyone with health care regardless of their ability to pay.

Roberto

The first time I met Roberto he was dressed in all white and sitting in the lobby of the Ambos Mundos hotel. He had been working as a guide for various people attending a workshop being done in Cuba by the Maine Photographic Workshops. He spoke very good English, but was concerned that the workshops were ending up and his work was running out. He perked up when I told him we were going to be around for the next week and could use a guide for some of those days. Over the years we have continued our friendship and he has helped me many times when I was in Cuba. He has helped plan road trips to other cities, functioned as a driver, assisted with renting vehicles, and keeping track of university students when I brought them to Cuba for educational workshops. We have gone to Santeria functions, sacrifices, and Folkloric dances that were produced by his late wife Maria. He has grown older, wiser, and the problems of living in Cuba have not been easily overcome although he has done that so far. The present effort to keep all the tourism under the control of the government run tourist agencies has made it more difficult for independents like Roberto. He now speaks four languages and maintains his government license as a guide and translator but life is still difficult. Anyone thinking of hiring a guide should contact me and I'll hook you up with him.

Cab Driver

This is the first photo I made in Cuba this past December, 2011. It may well be the best. This man ended up being our driver for multiple trips. He never missed a turn even though he only has one eye. He was typical of what one encounters in Cuba among the people-intelligent, kind, helpful, and interesting. Yes, he is a state employee; he has less freedom than those in many other places and that is a very bad situation. On the other hand he is Cuban and he loves his country. Unlike most cabbies in New York city he spoke English! and smelled OK. There are many instances that can be used to illustrate the oppressive nature of the Cuban government. Unfortunately there are as many or more instances of oppression that can be cited to prove the oppressive number of both the state and federal governments in our country-the USA. Neither Cuba nor the United States has a lot of room to talk re: human rights these days. It is mostly the pot calling the kettle black in the disputes between the two. And, just because sanctions seem to be working in Iran to some extent, it is not likely that similar tactics will work in Cuba where the USA has a century or more of supporting the wrong side.

Cathederal San Lazaro

Lazaro is the saint for the infirm  and the downtrodden. This beautiful small cathedral is about 15 miles from Havana just past Boyeros. The best day to visit is on Saturday for there are many more people and their are vendors selling all sorts of things plus a small market. When we went the entire church was decorated for Christmas. Many were there, praying, lighting candles, and visiting. It was not a somber atmosphere at all, and each time I've visited, I'm struck that it seems a more joyful place than many other cathedrals which are very quite and almost tomb-like in their overwhelming silence. We were respectful in making photos and the people did not seem to mind at all.

Most of the Cuban people are kind and friendly toward US citizens. They see the arguments at a higher governmental level and not at a personal level. One of the students wrote in their evaluation of the trip:

“It has given me a whole new insight on the impact of the trade embargo with Cuba […], it helped me to reevaluate everything that I had originally accepted as facts of life and to see how I could change things.”

I think that accomplishing this is the purpose of educational travel. It helps everyone.

 

Lennon Park

This is a pretty cool place. It was an adventure getting to the right place. The cab driver assured us he knew where to take us and we ended up in a dump of a park, Lenin Park, really not well kept. After more explaining and calming him down we got the driver to understand the name of the place and the address. Se we went there, fortunately he was noble enough not to charge us for the boondoggle run. The statue of John L is maybe a tad larger than life size. There is an elderly attendant that stands there and holds the glasses. He puts them on when a person comes up to the statue. Apparently the glasses were regularly stolen and workers are easy to come by in Cuba. The park is well kept by Cuban standards. Suppose that we all got along, Imagine that. Wouldn't life be wonderful.

LOOK 3

I am just back from Charlottesville VA and the LOOK3 Festival of the Photo. There were many wonderful photographers, photos, and speakers. Did a two day workshop with Eugene Richards on photographing people. My photos were an unmitigated disaster, but I learned a lot. The class was full of terrific people and everyone was mutually supportive. Some of the work was wonderful, some not so hot. It was good to have all skill levels with everyone being truly interested in each others work. I came home much more committed to getting what work I have done better organized, processed properly, and maybe see about doing a couple of Blurb books this summer. I got a great deal out of the review of Lightroom 4.1 that Julianne Kost did for Adobe. My good buddy Ira rode his new BMW bike from Brooklyn; I have heard from him and he survived the return yesterday.  The chance to see Stanley Greene, Donna Ferrato, and Alex Webb be interviewed and talk about their photographic lives was a gift. Not only these masters, but there were several upcoming Masters that showed work as well. These included Lynsey Addario's conflict photography, Hank Willis Thomas work, Mitch Dobrowner's images of tornadoes, and a truly fascinating series of photos of sounds. Several good parties, saw some old friends, and today feel really drained. I guess my age is beginning to show?

Tires repaired

There are poncheras dotted all over Central Havana. The condition of the streets and even most of the main roads is such that tires are frequently punctured or burst by pot holes. I really liked both the colors and composition of this shop front. In many instances the work is done on the side of the street and drivers just maneuver around the minor obstruction.

Flower Sellers in Habana Vieja

These ladies are selling fresh cut flowers on the street. They reminded me of the Flower Sellers who used to sell on Franklin Street in Chapel Hill. The old car-Plymouth or Dodge- is the color of a yellow cab. I recall my family having a Plymouth Cranbrook when I was a child. Our car was black. For whatever reason this is a sort of "universal" snapshot that reminds me of lots of things from childhood and youth. I am looking forward to being in Havana later this year.

Havana Made for Walking!

The three main and least costly modes of transportation in Havana are shown here-the Camello bus called such because of its double humps, the bicitaxi, and the most reliable: one's feet. Fortunately Havana is a relatively flat city so hills are not so bad. It does have dogs tho' and one needs to be observant where they step. It is an easy city to negotiate with a fairly simpler lay-out, and it is like most big cities made for walking. Good and comfortable shoes are a must. Don't worry about your new running shoes labeling you as a tourist, everyone will know that right away. Worry more that they will pinch as you break them in on your trip. Style is not much of a concern day to day in Havana, certainly not near so much as is comfort.

Che

Sunset at the Ministerio del Interior. This is one of the many places bedecked with an image of Ché. His image is facing the statue of José Marti across the Plaza de Revolucion. I had the good fortune to meet both Korda and Corrales while they were still active, but aging gracefully--like me, I might add. One of the highlights of my life was having Korda give a personal tour of a group of his photos that were up in a small gallery at the Fotateca during the big exhibition of Burt Glinn's work. Name dropping? You betcha! This is a completely un-retouched digital image and I like the golden warmth of the sunset. I have collected images of Ché while traveling. Clearly he is found mainly on tee shirts-France, Italy, Spain, and Mexico are places I have seen him.

Graffiti in Cuba

I understand that many people object to graffiti. It is by definition something done illicitly. I however like it. I think sometimes it is just vandalism or gang tagging, but other times it is in the spirit of protest or a budding young artist saying "Hey look at me!" This was photographed near Callejon de Hamel where most of the walls are painted with symbols derived from Santeria so perhaps a slight precedent has been set. When the paintings of all the political images, slogans, and portraits of martyrs are considered I realize that paint like everything else is in very short supply!

Mondrian doesn't live here

There are wonderful combinations of wrought iron doors, grills, and window dressings every direction one turns. It is easy to realize the beauty that was once Havana, but now has fallen into disrepair due to neglect. I have been looking at the work of photographers in the US who are photographing the decay and deterioration of abandoned stores, factories, and homes in locations such as Detroit and Cleveland. It is clear from all that failed economic policies, lack of meaningful employment, and no housing market has contributed in both places under totally different types of government. Both communism and capitalism have failed their respective citizens. Maybe greed, zeal for power, and inability to check into reality are harmful regardless of one's core belief system.

"I had to go back to the island"--Thanks, Leon.

This is my friend John Scarlata, photographing one afternoon in Habana Centro. John died about 15 months ago of a terrible cancer. He was brave to the last. Last night I was part of a discussion that was held to honor him and his photos. He accompanied our student workshops twice and did a lot of beautiful work while in Havana. It was part of the retrospective currently being exhibited at the Turchin Center on the campus at Appalachian State University. He would be excited to know that we are going to be back in Havana in December and January this year.

Ché gets around-here in Paris

This young woman was at a protest in Paris shortly after the bombing of Iraq started 5 years ago. French students require very little in the way of a cause to have a demonstration. They are amazingly orderly, the gendarmes are out to maintain calm and the crowd is able to make its point. They were closing a significant portion of the St. Germain de Pres every afternoon during the week in March that I was there. I doubt that would happen these days in the US-close down a major street for an anti-war protest. I have been struck by how often I encounter images of Ché Guevara in other parts of the world than Cuba. He has become a sort of international symbol of protest and revolution. Man people regard him as as butcher, others as as brilliant strategist, and some as a confused young man enamored of his impossible idealism. Whatever, and he may have been all three of these plus much more, no one can deny but what he was an interesting person.

Feria des Artesanas

Early in the morning one can hear the grinding sound of steel or wooden wheels rolling on the cobblestones. This is the artisans and the craftspeople rolling out their wares to get them to the Feria des Artesanas for the opening of that spectacle. It is held 4-5 days a week, the number of days was decreased as it became a more successful economic enterprise. Here one can purchase surprisingly good local arts and crafts at ridiculously low prices. As with all things involving Cubans and tourists, one can also get totally ripped off. The fair is interesting, colorful, and full of energy. Even if you don't find a deal it is fun. I spoke to one young man who was making small paintings and then selling them for $5 a piece. I asked him if that wasn't a very low price. He spoke perfect English, told me that he was an architect. He was required to work some number of years in return for his education, but then he quite architecture to take up painting. He typically sold 3-4 paintings a day. He was affluent from his art, considering his salary as an architect had been $15/month. This is the failure of the revolution and the system--the totally unrealistic economic situation imposed on the people. I have another friend who sells her photos for $200 a piece. One sale and she is  more than six months ahead when compared to her old teachers' salary. These things must change. The people can't be kept in the dark forever. Everybody likes to get some new shoes once in awhile. 

Folkloric Dancers

One of my friends, Maria, is a dancer and a dance instructor. She teaches children and teenagers folk dancing. Most of the dance is African in origin and pertains to her faith, Santeria. She had organized a recital in a house that was being used as a community center in one of the many poor suburbs of Havana. My students and I   were invited and we hired a van and went there late one afternoon. It started inside the house, on the second floor, but the crowd grew too large for the room and the dance was moved out into the street. Maria's son Ellington and her jazz loving husband Roberto provided the music by playing a set of bongo drums and thumping on a wooden box-the latter was a great instrument one sat on it and then just beat the side with both hands. The children were enthusiastic and some of them were quite talented. I thought about some of the times I had been to dance recitals with my children in the US. I realized that even under the thumb of an oppressive government people will find a way to not only have fun, but to help their children enjoy a bit of life. 

Musicians at Plaza Armas

One morning I walked up to Plaza Armas. There was some form of ceremony where it seemed police cadets were being recognized. There was a band playing martial music and the cadets were spiffy in their uniforms. I took a few photos and then wandered about the plaza. At the far end of the Plaza, away from the ceremony, sat these two musicians.  I struck up a conversation with them and asked if I might take their photograph. They said sure. Everyone was in a good mood, the weather was nice, it was a fine morning, and there were a moderate number of people walking and talking. I took a couple of shots, this is one of them. Then from nowhere that I could see came a small police car. Out leapt two uniformed officers who immediately approached the musicians and accused them of disturbing the ceremony. They were told to stand and handcuffs were produced, I protested and told the cops that I was the culprit. Since I was a gringo tourist, I was not likely to get arrested. The guitar player told me it was OK and to be quiet. The two musicians were then herded into the back seat of the police car and driven away. I don't think I have ever felt as bad and disgusted with myself as I did then. I felt awful. I had innocently caused these men to play their instruments, and the soft music that could not have possibly been heard up near the ceremony was enough to get them arrested. I was later told that they would be let go, but would be "written up." An example of the nearness of the law in all of its unreasonable and very intimidating power of the man on the street in Cuba. I have seen young men who were advertising their mother's kitchen as a place to eat arrested when they approached tourists. I barely escaped arrest for riding in a bici-taxi once. unbeknownst to me, the bicis had been relegated to being cheap transport for Cuban citizens and were not for the tourists. I spent an hour or more being harangued and having my "papers checked." The poor driver was trembling. I had no idea what a terrible position I had put him in--he could give me a ride or be rude to a tourist-he truly had a no win situation. All of this just hassle and intimidate. Enhance the power of the cops and the fear of the common man.