Quince Años

(Cross-posted from Babalu).

I had the pleasure of spending about 4 1/2 hours at Cuba Nostalgia yesterday. As usual, it was great to meet up with the other Babalu contributors, meet several of our daily readers, and pretty much soak up the ambience that makes Cuba Nostalgia what it is.

Every year I go, I pick up something new. Sometimes it's subtle, sometimes not so subtle. Standing in front of the Babalu booth asking people to sign the petition for the release of Cuban political prisoners, a few older men came by and mentioned to us that they had been prisoners in Cuba. "Quince años". "Diez años". "Veinte años". These men had spent a good chunk of the prime of their lives in jail for standing up for what they believed in. For freedom from a tyrannical beast. Many of them probably missed seeing their children grow up or missed out on their parents' waning years. What a crying shame.

After the men stopped by, told their stories, and proudly signed the petition, a few of us would talk about the strength that these men must possess to spend their prime in prison and still be able to stand proud today as elderly men.

This is the kind of story that you won't hear many "anti-hard-liners" talk about. You see, it's much easier for some to criticize the United States and the "historic" exile than it is to think about those who actually suffered the injustices of the castro regime. Some made it out alive, many did not. Even those that are around today to tell their sad stories have been scarred in ways I can't even begin to imagine.

Don't get me wrong: it's perfectly fine to honestly evaluate, and even be critical of our policy towards Cuba. But too many people spend way too much time railing against people on this side of the Straits and way too little time thinking about those who suffered and the regime which caused said suffering. It's this inbalanced perspective that's most frustrating in our efforts to get the word out about people such as Oscar Elias Biscet, Yoani Sanchez and all the other brave Cubans who don't have the time or luxury to criticize the United States or the "historic" exiles without first evaluating why they're in the state that they're in.

So you may be asking...what lesson did I learn this year?

Simple, and not so subtle.

Never, EVER take freedom for granted.

Post-Cuba Nostalgia Thoughts

Another Cuba Nostalgia came and went this past weekend. As usual, it was another fun event and I was very fortunate to have been able to spend time at the Babalu Blog booth yesterday and Saturday. Meeting and talking to the booth visitors is always a great experience.

The excitement and good ole fashioned fun people were having at CN was palpable. Three and even four generations of Cuban Americans together with smiles on their faces was a common sight. You felt as if you were in some sort of combination high school/college/family reunion mixed in with a fraternity or something of that nature. I know that description falls short of what it was like, but essentially one felt a part of something personal, bigger and more important there.

The sight of parents taking their kids by the booth and explaining what Babalu Blog and other C-A blogs are about was heartwarming. Even better were teenagers and 20-something kids coming by and dropping a donation for one of the "Miami Mafia" t-shirts while wearing a Cuba-themed shirt of their own. So much for waning nostalgia, huh?

As always, it was an immense pleasure to once again see old blogger friends and meet new ones. It was an honor, as always, to share the same booth and share stories with those individuals. I won't mention any names, because I know I'll forget one or two and I don't want to exclude anyone. So for those of you reading this who shook my hand, kissed my cheek and chatted with me for a few minutes, it was a pleasure to be in your presence.

Last, and certainly not last, I want to acknowledge the readers of this blog. As I was reminded often over the weekend, you're not large in number, but you're loyal. I don't do this as often as I should, so hear it goes:

To all my readers: A sincere and heartfelt Gracias and Thank You!