Last night at a gathering at the home of friends, there was a lot of talking and speculating about the cries of freedom that came from the Middle East.
This made all of us who were there question the different implications of why on my planet apparently nothing happened, and no one decided to take to the streets.
There was speculation about whether or not we had this tradition of struggle. Analyzing the various events that occurred during our history, we realized that the overthrows of dictators were not preceded by these street demonstrations. The strikes came after, in celebration.
For over half a century, we have witnessed several mass exodus: Camarioca, Mariel, the Maleconazo, with a single goal: to leave the country. There has never been a mass protest demanding freedom. The closest we came to that was during the great concentration of people in the Plaza, on the occasion of the Mass offered by the Pope during his brief visit. More than a million throats shouted “Freedom! Freedom!”, but it didn’t happen. Induced fear has been the constant in our lives. That, not to mention that the main task of us all during these decades has been to get food to bring to our homes. Here is where the people have indeed been combative. Many of these demonstrations, to get potatoes, rice, sugar, etc., have ended in fights, assaults and even broken arms.
Everyone gets excited when the distant cries of freedom come to our ears, and we would like to infect ourselves, but we must be honest and recognize that, as a people, we are paralyzed by fear, fatigue and hopelessness.
Translated by Rick Schwag
February 16 2011