{"id":635,"date":"2017-11-27T23:02:32","date_gmt":"2017-11-28T04:02:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/?p=635"},"modified":"2017-11-27T23:02:32","modified_gmt":"2017-11-28T04:02:32","slug":"notes-on-a-revolution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/uncategorized\/notes-on-a-revolution\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes on a Revolution"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Notes on a Revolution<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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Shervin Malekzadeh<\/a>, Contributor<\/div>\n
Shervin Malekzadeh, Visiting Professor of Political Science, Williams College<\/div>\n
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Cuba: A Photo Essay<\/h2>\n
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What I remembered was what was missing. It took me two days to remember what had happened here, that there was a revolution here, that 70 years of embargo and shared hostility had passed between the Cuba and the United States. There was in Havana very little of the sort of official instruction and loud denunciation you might see in Tehran or even Cairo on a bad day. To find the revolution I had to go out and find it. It wasn\u2019t easy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not that the state had forgotten. Efforts had to be made to reproduce the revolution and the usual posters and proclamations could be found here and there, desultory affairs placed on the entrances to government buildings and behind teller windows, dutifully ignored by the public. Politics, it seems, does not get in the way of being Cuban and folks went about their daily lives unmolested by the official discourse. Havel\u2019s green<\/a> grocer<\/a> needn\u2019t bother in Cuba, the panorama overwhelmed the message.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But what did it mean to be Cuban? Sit in a shaded corner of the old town and watch Cubans put on the act for her visitors, Buena Vista soaked daydreams for the traveling crowds. A simulacra of the \u201creal\u201d Cuba on repeat, until eventually the performance becomes the thing itself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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For their part, the tourists played their part. They come to Cuba dressed to the gringo nines, with satchel and camera bandolier-strapped across their bodies, and go about their business in almost scientific fashion, self-made anthropologists in the wild. We curate our lives nowadays, our experiences mediated by the lens of a camera or a cell phone, and here it was no different, the photos taken of the \u201creality\u201d and \u201cactual Cuba\u201d destined for a Facebook and Instagram feed but only if they matched what we already imagined Cuba to be.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Was I complicit in producing this illusion? I kept my distance from the foolishness, taking care to pull my iPhone from my cargo shorts in increments…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Cubans sat through these hijinks with aplomb, by turns amused and indifferent. Some were on the make, and found ways to pull resting tourists from park benches and into the restaurants and cabarets, but for the most part the hustle was constrained.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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More than anything, their expression was one of compassion and a genuine interest. Where was I from? Mexico? Italy? What did I think of Cuba?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I stayed further out from the center and so had to learn quickly how to get around in order to go about my business. Anyone\u2019s who\u2019s ever lived or worked in a developing country will immediately recognize Havana\u2019s routines, the aggravation and frustration of trying to acquire transport, the ceaseless negotiations and information sharing among ordinary folks, the easy conversations that comes when a crowd of hot and bothered folks find themselves tossed into the same mess. Cubans gave me the same camaraderie that I\u2019ve encountered in Tehran, or Recife, or Montevideo, everyday folks eager to help a wayward tourist but also each other, even as they bustle and hustle to grab that last spot on the bus.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But the colors! The days were colors, more than I could have imagined, more than I could bear.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Notes on a Revolution Shervin Malekzadeh, Contributor Shervin Malekzadeh, Visiting Professor of Political Science, Williams College https:\/\/www.huffingtonpost.com\/entry\/notes-on-a-revolution_us_5968dd52e4b022bb9372b11d Cuba: A Photo Essay What I remembered was what was missing. It took me two days to remember what had happened here, that … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1690,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1690"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=635"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":636,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635\/revisions\/636"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/18f-psci204\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}