My Family, the Human Family and Cuba

My mother brought this home from one of her trips to Cuba with her brother Bob. Her love as a teacher for an island devoted to education unparalleled in the world combined with being retired smashed a lifetime of anti socialist propaganda and she lived the rest of her life as a Fidelista, to my great pride.

It was an easy choice to scatter her ashes, along with her revolutionary brother’s, in Playa Giron // The Bay of Pigs.

I spent a night on the sacred beach in pitch black with their ashes.

I promised my mother my loyalty to her would see me redouble efforts at recovery.

Sitting with them, only I had a physical form as I went through this ritual. I was in a poor country, away from lights and nary a soul around.

Because its revolutionary Cuba, I was perfectly safe.

Donald Trump and Marco Rubio are threatening the very core of my soul, my family, my chosen family and the values that make being a human being special.

There is nothing left but to recognise:

Cubans died as doctors in all of Central America, as soldiers in southern Africa, Cuban blood has seeped into the Grenadian soil, Angolan, Namibian, Venezuelan and so many more. Always for freedom from Empire & w/o collecting a penny.

During the pandemic lockdown, their doctors offered (& were accepted but blocked by Freeland) to work with indigenous Cree across 'Manitoba.'

They managed to make 6 vaccines when our governments blocked them from receiving any.

Cuba is ten thousand times larger than her land mass.

We need Cuba.

Humanity needs Cuba.

Cuba proves humans are better than we think.

Defend Cuba by any means necessary. Just as you would family.

Because they are family. The very best of the human family.

#HandsOffCuba

#YoSoyFidel