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  Festivals de Varadero, Girasoles Opina, Bossa Nova à La Havane… dans les années soixante, soixante-dix et quatre vingt un défilé permanent d’artistes progressistes et talentueux, effectuaient des tournées dans tout le pays. Moi je retenais leurs airs les plus doucereux et j’imitais leur coiffure et leur tenue vestimentaire. C’est ainsi que je fredonnais « Qui t’a dit que je n’étais que sourire et ne me plaignais jamais… », « c’est quoi, c’est quoi ces soupirs dans les chambres », « Pedro Navaja, les mains toujours dans les poches ». Je me souviens que ma sœur se moquait de moi et disait que j’avais des « cheveux brésiliens » parce que mon profil ressemblait à un pied de lampe, comme le profil de Maria Betania et beaucoup d’autres divas de cette époque. Cette comparaison me faisait tellement plaisir 

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Festivals de Varadero, Girasoles Opina, Bossa Nova à La Havane… dans les années soixante, soixante-dix et quatre vingt un défilé permanent d’artistes progressistes et talentueux, effectuaient des tournées dans tout le pays. Moi je retenais leurs airs les plus doucereux et j’imitais leur coiffure et leur tenue vestimentaire. C’est ainsi que je fredonnais « Qui t’a dit que je n’étais que sourire et ne me plaignais jamais… », « c’est quoi, c’est quoi ces soupirs dans les chambres », « Pedro Navaja, les mains toujours dans les poches ». Je me souviens que ma sœur se moquait de moi et disait que j’avais des « cheveux brésiliens » parce que mon profil ressemblait à un pied de lampe, comme le profil de Maria Betania et beaucoup d’autres divas de cette époque. Cette comparaison me faisait tellement plaisir ! On voyait aussi souvent Ana Belen et Victor Manuel sur les scènes nationales. Même Mercedes Sosa,« La Negra », chantait « Merci la vie » dans les micros.

Pourtant ces artistes habituels ont également cessé de venir nous voir. Certains sont disparus, d’autres ont perdu leurs illusions devant les abus et les excès de la Révolution, et le plus grand nombre ont simplement cessé de compter Cuba parmi les endroits incontournables de leurs tournées. Sur les affiches où l’on pouvait lire autrefois « Paris, Berlin, New York, Buenos Aires… La Havane » la plus grande île des Antilles a disparu. Après avoir été une escale obligatoire nous sommes devenus un endroit où ne vont que ceux qui ont des convictions idéologiques La politique a tout coloré, elle a déterminé les arpèges, les airs les refrains. La musique s’est divisée entre les artistes acquis à la « cause » et les « traitres » qui ne méritaient pas de se présenter devant le public cubain. La dernière fois que j’ai entendu Joaquin Sabina dans un théâtre de La Havane une amie est montée sur la scène et lui a collé un baiser sur la joue. « La caresse des adieux » devions nous plus tard qualifier ce geste, car ensuite nous n’avons plus revu ni les cheveux ni le chapeau melon de l’Andalou. Le personnage (ou l’alter ego) d’une de ses chansons dirait de son voyage à Cuba : « je ne reviens plus, je n’ai pas aimé ».

Les visiteurs assidus de ces décennies se sont ajoutés à la liste des autres musiciens que nous ne verrions plus jamais. C’est ainsi que nous avons perdu la bouche impudique de Mick Jagger, tout comme les ondulations de Shakira, l’excentricité de Lady Gaga et le doux balancement de Willy Chirino. Nous avons grandi sans l’expérience directe de la Sandunga de Celia Cruz, la lumière de la scène tombant sur Ricardo Arjona ou le vacarme d’un théâtre pendant la représentation de Freddy Mercury. Madonna n’est pas venue à La Havane, Michael Jackson est mort sans avoir mis les pieds sur le sol cubain et, au rythme où nous allons, plusieurs générations d’artistes finiront leur carrière sans avoir jamais chanté devant nous. Nous avons au moins eu ici Juanes, Olga Tanon et Miguel Basé lors de ce concert inoubliable de 2009.

Etre un citoyen du XXIème siècle ne consiste pas seulement à se connecter à internet, à avoir le droit d’association et de libre expression mais suppose aussi un contact culturel et musical en accord avec l’époque. Mais ce que prouve notre affiche internationale c’est que nous somme restés au siècle dernier, échoués dans cette époque où Milton do Nascimento et Fito Pàez chantaient à quelques mètres de nous.

Traduit par Jean-Claude MAROUBY

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L’organisation internationale contre la torture lance une “intervention d’urgence” pour José Daniel Ferrer

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MIAMI, États-Unis.- L’Observatoire pour la protection des défenseurs des droits humains (OPDDH), a lancé ce vendredi une campagne d'”Interventions urgentes” en faveur du prisonnier politique et de conscience cubain José Daniel Ferrer García, leader de l’Union patriotique de Cuba (UNPACU), selon une note de Radio Televisión Martí.

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Who Is Filling Cuba’s University Classrooms?

New students at the University of Havana (14ymedio) Born during the Special Period, they have grown up trapped in the dual currency system, and when they get their degrees Raul Castro will no longer be in power. They are the more than 100,000 young people just starting college throughout the country. Their brief biographies include educational experiments, battles of ideas, and the emergence of new technologies They know more about X-Men than about Elpidio Valdés, and only remember Fidel Castro from old photos and archived documentaries. They are the Wi-Fi kids with their pirate networks, raised with the “packets” of copied shows and illegal satellite dishes

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New students at the University of Havana (14ymedio)

Born during the Special Period, they have grown up trapped in the dual currency system, and when they get their degrees Raul Castro will no longer be in power. They are the more than 100,000 young people just starting college throughout the country. Their brief biographies include educational experiments, battles of ideas, and the emergence of new technologies They know more about X-Men than about Elpidio Valdés, and only remember Fidel Castro from old photos and archived documentaries.

They are the Wi-Fi kids with their pirate networks, raised with the “packets” of copied shows and illegal satellite dishes. Some nights they would connect through routers and play strategy video games that made them feel powerful and free. Whoever wants to know them should know that they’ve had “emerging teachers” since elementary school and were taught grammar, math and ideology via television screens. However, they ended up being the least ideological of the Cubans who today inhabit this Island, the most cosmopolitan and with the greatest vision of the future.

On arriving at junior high school they played at throwing around around the obligatory snack of bread while their parents furtively passed their lunches through the school gate. They have a special physical ability, an adaptation that has allowed them to survive the environment; they don’t hear what doesn’t interest them, they close their ears to the harangues of morning assemblies and politicians. They seem lazier than other generations and in reality they are, but in their case this apathy acts like an evolutionary advantage. They’re better than us and will live in a country that has nothing to do with what we were promised.

A few months ago, these same young people, starred in the best known case of school fraud uncovered publicly. Some of those hoping to earn a place in higher education bought the answers to an admissions test. They were used to paying for approval, because they had to turn to private tutors to teach them what they should have learned in the classroom. Many of those who recently enrolled in the university had private teachers starting in elementary school. They are the children of a new emerging class that has used its resources so that their children can reach a desk at the right hand — or the left — of the alma mater.

These young people dressed in uniforms in their earlier grades, but they struggled to differentiate themselves through the length of a shirt, a fringe of bleached hair, or through pants sagging below their hips. They are the children of those who barely had a change of underwear in the nineties, so their parents tried to make sure they didn’t “go through the same thing,” and turned to the black market for their clothes and shoes. They mock the false austerity and, not wanting to look like militants, they love bright shiny colors and name brand outfits.

Yesterday, with the start of the school year, they received a lecture about the attempts of “imperialism to undermine the revolution through its youth.” It was like a faint drizzle running over an impervious surface. The government is right to be worried; these young people who have entered the university will never become good soldiers or fanatics. The clay from which they are made cannot be molded.

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A Caricature of a Cuban Woman

Woman drinking (14ymedio) 14yMEDIO, Yoani Sanchez, Havana, 22 August 2014 — A woman on national television said that her husband “helps” her with some household chores. To many, the phrase may sound like the highest aspiration of every woman. Another lady asserts that her husband behaves like a “Federated man,” an allusion to the Federation of Cuban Women (FMC), which today is celebrating its 54th anniversary. As for me, on this side of the screen, I feel sorry for them in the face of such meekness

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14yMEDIO, Yoani Sanchez, Havana, 22 August 2014 — A woman on national television said that her husband “helps” her with some household chores. To many, the phrase may sound like the highest aspiration of every woman. Another lady asserts that her husband behaves like a “Federated man,” an allusion to the Federation of Cuban Women (FMC), which today is celebrating its 54th anniversary. As for me, on this side of the screen, I feel sorry for them in the face of such meekness. Instead of the urgent demands they should mention, all I hear is this appreciation directed to a power as manly as it is deaf.

It’s not about “helping” to wash a plate or watch the kids, nor tiny illusory gender quotas that hide so much discrimination like a slap. The problem is that economic and political power remains mainly in masculine hands. What percentage of car owners are women? How many acres of land are owned or leased by women. How many Cuban ambassadors on missions abroad wear skirts? Can anyone recite the number of men who request paternity leave to take care of their newborns? How many young men are stopped by the police each day to warn them they can’t walk with a tourist? Who mostly attends the parent meetings at the schools?

Please, don’t try to “put us to sleep” with figures in the style of, “65 percent of our cadres and 50 percent of our grassroots leaders are women.” The only thing this statistic means is that more responsibility falls on our shoulders, which means neither a high decision-making level nor greater rights. At least such a triumphalist phrase clarifies that there are “grassroots leaders,” because we know that decisions at the highest level are made by men who grew up under the precepts that we women are beautiful ornaments to have at hand… always and as long as we keep our mouths shut.

I feel sorry for the docile and timid feminist movement that exists in my country. Ashamed for those ladies with their ridiculous necklaces and abundant makeup who appear in the official media to tell us that “the Cuban woman has been the greatest ally of the Revolution.” Words spoken at the same moment when a company director is sexually harassing his secretary, when a beaten woman can’t get a restraining order against her abusive husband, when a policeman tells the victim of a sexual assault, “Well, with that skirt you’re wearing…” and the government recruits shock troops for an act of repudiation against the Ladies in White.

Women are the sector of the population that has the most reason to shout their displeasure. Because half a century after the founding of the caricature of an organization that is the Federation of Cuban Women, we are neither more free, nor more powerful, nor even more independent.

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