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My History / Somos+, Frank Rojas
Posted on January 26, 2016

Somos +, Frank Rojas, 26 January 2016 — My history is like that of most
Cubans born during the Revolutionary period. My generation grew up with
our lives administered by others, carrying ration cards and bearing
witness to those great moments that marked the lives of millions of us.

The Mariel Boatlift, the ridiculous and extreme religious and homophobic
persecutions; the “adventures” in Africa, Central America and the Middle
East not only cost us resources, but also the lives of thousands of
Cubans who bled across these lands and stole the only given chance we
had to a rapprochement with the United States in the middle of the Cold War.

The collapse of the USSR and the fall of the Berlin wall; the “Special
Period” that arrived, supposedly for a short time, and brought shortages
with it as baggage, but has over stayed its welcome in our homes to this
day.

The pathetic image of Fidel in the streets of Havana trying to appease a
people who revolted during the Maleconazo and the 1994 Rafter Crisis
because they simply couldn’t take it anymore. The unending process of
the “rectification of errors” which is still ongoing.

The Elian Gonzales custody battle, and the open tribunals that bled our
already fragile economy dry and left us with the “Dummy Table of
Disinformation” as an inheritance. The succession of power is handed
down in a fashion typical of the dynasties of the past. Three papal
visits to Cuba and the actual re-establishment of relations with the
“Empire” are just some of the imprints made upon me and my people.

I was like any other child of my day. I received political-ideological
indoctrination at every grade in school, wishing all the while
(subconsciously) to be like Che. During my adolescence, I started to see
things around me more clearly, how I was being influenced and how I saw
things.

Like many others of my generation, I also belonged to the Union of Cuban
Youths (UJC) until I realized that I was just another puppet in a system
that forced me to march and yell slogans that I didn’t even believe. I
complied with SMO (Obligatory Military Service) where I was harassed by
the Military Counterintelligence for something as simple as discussing
Christ and Salvation with my friends, who like me, had become toy soldiers.

At the University, I began to strip myself of all that tied me to the
system. I stopped attending the May 1st marches and all the other
absurd and endless gatherings, among other things. By the time I began
my career, I understood I lived in a romantic fantasy that resulted in a
farce and I got out of all the Communist Party labor organizations that
far from representing the worker, constituted a tool for punishing him.
I stopped paying my monthly dues, money that only served to maintain
high salaries for thousands of people who live in this country without
producing anything and get fat like internal parasites that consume us.
This is my history; a history similar to that of the majority of Cubans.

I found out about the Somos+ (We Are More) movement through my best
friend and through her, about its growing pains during its formative
stages. I have to confess, at first I was a bit annoyed by her
“fanaticism,” but I later understood that it was a reflexion of her
passion when it came to the topic of Cuba; a different and unknown Cuba
for the majority of Cubans and one that was being uncovered thanks to
the internet.

In one of his visits to the island, I got to know Eliecer Avila, a young
man I had felt a certain sympathy for since his public clash with
Ricardo Alarcon. I’d never heard such illogical arguments come out of a
political figure of the government.

I had at my disposal an amazing opportunity to sit and have a frank and
cordial encounter, to have a profound conversation and debate about my
country. I finally had the opportunity to speak to someone about Cuba
with solid fundamentals and coherent answers to my questions. That day I
saw that there was a completely different alternative to what I knew up
to that moment as material opposition in Cuba. When I saw that video
from the UCI, I said to myself, I’ve got to meet that bold guy and I
would shortly get to without knowing it.

I went back to my neighborhood that day with my head full of thoughts.
The seed was already sown, it only needed to be watered a bit. That’s
how I started my life as a political activist. After my membership was
accepted, I started to study the movement’s statutes and meet others,
friends already fighting inside and outside the country. Important
meetings occurred and I got the opportunity to participate in a national
council; the conviction grew within me that I’d finally found the right
place, it was where I wanted to be. The Patriot, the Rebel and the
Fighter within me finally came out.

Today, I see thousands of Cubans that know we have to do something, but
for many reasons, they don’t dare and that’s the worst thing that can
happen to us. I invite you to not cross your arms, but like me, to give
that grain of sand to help build a new and different Cuba. We owe it to
our country and not to leave this debt to future generations, we are the
only ones who can change history and now is the moment to do so.

Translated by Yamile Someillan

Source: My History / Somos+, Frank Rojas | Translating Cuba –
translatingcuba.com/my-history-somos/

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