John Pilger: Times have changed in Cuba, but softly the struggle continues
The Cuban people still hold their independence dear.
On my first day in Cuba, in 1967, I waited in a bus queue that was really a conga line. Ahead of me were two large, funny women resplendent in frills of blinding yellow; one of them had an especially long bongo under her arm. When the bus arrived, painted in Cuba's colours for its inaugural service, they announced that the gringo had not long arrived from London and was therefore personally responsible for this breach in the American blockade. It was an honour I could not refuse.
The bus was a Leyland, made in Lancashire, one of 400 shipped to Cuba in defiance of Washington, which had declared war on the revolution of Fidel Castro. With "The Internationale" and "Love Me Do" played to a bongo beat - the Beatles having been "admitted to the revolution" - we lurched through the crooked streets of Havana. Such a fond memory now accompanies me on my return to Cuba; yet, looking back at what I wrote then, I find I used the word "melancholy" more than once. For all the natural warmth of Cubans, the hardship of their imposed isolation left smiles diminished and eyes averted once the music had stopped.
Beyond the nationalised American department stores (the windows empty except for Chinese electric fires of which Cubans had no need) and the flickering necklace of lights at the almost deserted port, there was the silhouette of an American spy ship, the USS Oxford, policing Cuba's punishment. In 1968, the revolution added its own folly by summarily banning all small businesses, including the paladares, Havana's lively bars and restaurants. The Soviet era had begun.
Spirit of independence
The needs of survival now underwrote a morose presence of Russian advisers. Cuba's main crop, sugar cane, went almost entirely to the Soviet Union in a life-saving deal struck in 1961 by Che Guevara, who had little time for the Soviet version of communism. The urgency was made clear by the then US secretary of state, Dean Rusk, who the following year wondered if "this is the time to eliminate the Cuban problem by actually eliminating the island". The CIA's relentless terrorism against Cuba included numerous attempts to assassinate Castro and the blowing up of a Cuban airliner with the loss of 73 lives. Three US administrations tightened the vice of the blockade so successfully that the calorific intake of Cubans in the 1990s dropped by a third. Today, Cuba is banned from buying nearly half of all world-class drugs in a market dominated by the US. A catastrophe has been averted, says the American Association of World Health, only because of the extraordinary priority the Cuban government has given public health. For me, to arrive in a Latin American society without grinding poverty filling the eye is almost a shock.
“Accelerating the hard features of Cuba," a US diplomat once said, memorably, "will be the measure of our success, not theirs." He meant the authoritarian line handed down from the top, and the petty restrictions and impediments to serious dissent. When they could, many Cubans left. These days, the hard features are softer, perhaps changed beyond recognition. The educated young have made their disaffection known. Raúl Castro, who formally replaced his elder brother as president in 2008, says the bureaucracy to which he has devoted his life "has been tied for years to obsolete criteria". He wants to reduce the presidency to two five-year terms, a proposal once unthinkable.
With the Soviet times preserved in the rusting shells of missiles strewn on the bluff next to Che Guevara's house, Cuba seems determined to reclaim the independence that was its original heroic achievement: the precursor of contemporary revolutions, however imperfect. Proudly manipulating the gears of his canary-yellow 1952 Chevy convertible, Juan Ramón Ramírez pointed out the cardiac institute where his life was saved, free of charge. In most of Latin America, he would probably be dead now.
Off the leash
Tourism has long replaced sugar, with the benefit of jobs and hard currency and the odium of a separate currency. When I first came, Havana's great cathedral of a hotel, the Nacional, was so bereft in its echoing emptiness that I was offered Errol Flynn's room - 235 - and a laundry service that entailed a man in a dark suit and shades driving my shirts somewhere in a mighty 1940 Cadillac LaSalle. Today, the great teak doors and Corinthian columns overlook Europeans with neat rucksacks. A jukebox still plays and there is a list of "famously nostalgic" rooms: Mafia 211, Nat King Cole 218, Ava Gardner and Frank Sinatra 225, Fred Astaire 228, Johnny Weissmuller (Tarzan) 232. That I, an inveterate swimmer, lapped the very same pool as the great Weissmuller, one of the fastest swimmers of all time, compensates for missing out on Errol Flynn's art deco playpen.
The Cuban writer Leonardo Padura Fuentes describes his country's attraction as a "magnetism, sometimes morbid, sometimes admiring", leaving no one indifferent. Radios that crackle, a new airport terminal with birds nesting, the early-morning snores of an official at passport control and the palpable ambivalence of pride and frustration belong to a revolution that sends tens of thousands of doctors across the world for the sole purpose of helping other human beings: an epic internationalism.
It is the idea of Cuba having slipped the leash that still threatens America's time-warped sense of its own power and self-given right to define other societies. As Richard Gott points out in his fine book Cuba: a New History, modern Cuba's creator, el máximo líder Fidel, in swapping his slogan from "socialism or death" to "a better world is possible", has ensured that there will be little change when he dies: regardless of machinations across the Florida Straits, change has already taken place.