Blast From the Past
Read the Nation's 1957 denunciation of the Fulgencio Batista's "blood-drenched" Cuba. The most remarkable thing about this article, read fifty years later in 2007, is how like a junior, incompetent devil Batista looks in comparison to magnificent accomplishments of his successor, Fidel Castro. Perhaps the most interesting paragraph in this contemporaneous account is this wonderment in the pitch of revolutionary fervor in the midst of Cuban prosperity. The Nation implied that men wanted more than bread. They wanted freedom.
Could it be that Cubans cherish political liberties as well as full stomachs? Machado went down in a year of economic misery and despair when wages in the cane fields had dropped to ten cents a day. This is something new, a revolution at the very peak of prosperity. But all the universities are closed, human liberty and dignity mean nothing, all intellectual life is stultified by censorship and military coercion.
Today Cubans have neither bread nor freedom. But they do have comedy. They have Michael Moore to tell them how lucky they are.