Very sketchy entry, seeing as I'm writing it over lunch at a cybercafe (Cyberia Chicago! Drop by and give them lots of money and stuff!). From the cover story of this week's Cincinnati Citybeat, The Banana Republic:
I hadn't realized how American, how numbingly national and stupidly patriotic I'd been toward Cubans until I deconstructed my ignorance of Cuba. Like most Americans, I assumed Cuba was forbidden, dark, dingy, diseased and filled with pitifully begging and dirty people blindly and loyally waiting for Castro to tell them when to take a shit.
Then on Fridays they stood on line at company stores waiting to return to the government the wages they'd slaved all week to earn. Stepford Cubans.
How stupid. Why won't they come here? And why won't they fly? Why the inner tubes?
Our presidents don't like Castro so he must be evil, a brainwashing egomaniacal dictator. That's because neither America public education, media conglomerates scripting news reports this side of propaganda nor do popularly elected officials tell the truth of our relationship to Cuba and our accountability for why Cuba is the way it is or why Castro behaves the way he does toward us.
Finally started the review copy of the book (also called Your Negro Tour Guide, do try to keep up) that I received from the publisher longer ago than I'd care to think about. Am I not clear enough about the suckage? I think I mention the suckage fairly frequently. Do people think I'm joking about the suckage?
I'm enjoying it so far. Possibly because no group I consider myself to be part of has been in the crosshairs yet. And the bit about dreads. . . yes, "I'm not your negro petting zoo" will be the response next time someone asks if they can touch them.
Unless I like you.
Then it's ok.