There are many topics to write about Cuban society, but there are urgencies above all: survival as a nation in the face of a United States empire that continues to show its ambition and arrogance. Now they try to prevent a single drop of oil from entering Cuba, threatening to raise tariffs on the countries that do so.
It is said, “Cuba is a threat to national security,” which its own intelligence agencies have disproved on more than one occasion over the course of 67 years, despite carrying out the orders of their leaders to spy, prepare attacks on our leaders, and harbor some of the most notorious terrorists, who indeed have caused the deaths of hundreds of innocent Cubans.
The warmongering and boastful delusion of Trump after what happened on January 3 in Venezuela tries to silence the waves of rejection and repudiation that the repression carried out by the United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) is generating internally. In 2025, ICE surpassed the figure of 600,000 deported people and carries the burden of atrocities and deaths on its shoulders, some of them even citizens of its own country.
In the face of the new escalation against Cuba decreed on January 29 by the craziest occupant who has ever passed through the White House, the most painful aspect is the approving and even joyful reaction of a portion of our emigrants who seem to care little about the fate and lives of their family members, friends, all Cubans. Perhaps naive or drunk on capitalism in its imperialist phase, which has been capable of erasing even their sense of belonging to bet on a war, on a much tenser economic situation than already exists, or simply on the extermination of a society imperfect in thousands of ways, but which would be worse if it lost its sovereignty and independence.
The poet was right. The folly of living without having a price is hard and costs even the final breath. Our workers, families, and friends know the real danger once again. Not kneeling is clear. And dragging ourselves over rocks when the Revolution crumbles will be very difficult. Paraphrasing the poet: we die as we live.
