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The Power of Fear

The Power of Fear

September 14, 2012

Veronica Vega

HAVANA TIMES — After watching a documentary about North Korea, when I

went out into the street and looked around, I was relieved to have been

born in Cuba. In the film, the descriptions given by torture survivors

of the grisly official barbarism was so stifling that I could get a

sense of the control that begins to take over the minds of millions of

human beings and ends with the complete elimination of all autonomy.

But I had forgotten that comparisons can be misleading. However, very

soon I had the opportunity to remember that.

On September 3 my son left for high in the Alamar neighborhood,

where he was starting the eleventh grade. From comments from his peers,

he learned that only eleventh grade students would be leaving that same

week for the countryside. That was a mere "detail" that hadn't been

shared with us parents at the end of last school year; nor did anyone

mention it to me when I went to pick up the form to buy my son's school


In the morning, after a speech about the obligation to go to the school

in the countryside and the honor this involved, it was explained that

the real purpose of this mini-migration was to free up classroom space

for technology students in the capital; they would be undergoing

training there for the upcoming population census.

Later the 11th graders were taken to classroom where they had to sign a

document that pledged their commitment to go out into the country.

However, since my son refused to sign it, he asked the vice principal

how his presence was going to be recorded because they hadn't taken

attendance. She responded by saying that because he didn't sign the

pledge of commitment, he could be considered absent.

Of course that answer made me think of the solid machinery of coercion

that I've seen function in Cuba, all over. Depending in any way on any

state institution implies infinite variations of pressure, which

generate fear and uncertainty, operate automatically, and of course move

from the top down.

Because of this, some of my relief of not living in North Korea left me.

Control that establishes fear — while stunning reason and paralyzing the

will, and by extension the dynamics of development — is monstrous

wherever and however it's applied.

It didn't surprise me to find out that almost all of the students signed

that commitment without the knowledge or even the consent of their parents.

They have incorporated an automatic apprehensiveness mechanism, since

elementary school, in response to "what they're going to write in your

permanent file" or "what the teacher demands of you," or about how "they

can make you repeat a grade," or "they might not give you a

recommendation for a college prep program or a tech school or even for

the itself."

On the other hand, no one has ever concerned themselves with informing

them about their rights.

Nor are these discussed with the parents, for whom this unforeseen

"school in the country" session would create unexpected inconveniences.

I heard questions and comments like: "how are we going to get ahold of a

suitcase?" "My son doesn't have any shoes or clothes for out there,"

"How much will it cost for a ride out into the provinces?" and "where

are we going to get to take to her this weekend?"

The protests were confined to whispers. Nobody complained about how

pressuring a minor to sign a pledge that their guardians know nothing

about is a violation of parental rights. They too feel like they have to

obey unquestioningly.

I was once told by a friend (a foreigner who was visiting and who

photographed a copy of the Cuban constitution) that she was frankly

amazed that such a document was available to the Cuban people. She was

convinced that it was inaccessible or forbidden to us.

Now where did that idea come from? Does it come from our apparent

ignorance of our own laws, or even worse, from the vast civic apathy

that we cultivate? And even worse, we have to ask whether it comes from

the conviction that even knowledge of the laws doesn't protect us.

I once had the opportunity to write for a that (intentionally)

publishes false information about Cuba. Although I racked my brain

thinking of what journalistic invention might make sense (to me), I

couldn't think of any.

But today I had the thought that you can write about your hopes, the

Cuba you'd like to see, describing it as a reality, even it was only to

invoke it.

In this way I would speak of the high sense of dignity and self-respect

of Cubans. I would talk about how new generations have inherited from

their parents the confidence that each one of them counts, and that

power is not conceded to anyone, since each individual takes it and

defends it.

In the schools here we see our children and teens so "calm and relaxed,"

like the poet Rainer Maria Rilke once said, with the only security being

their morals. Free of stupor, the compulsion of the masses, manipulation

and opportunism. Free from fear.

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