This
type of misunderstanding could be due to the historical solitude of black Cubans,
which is truly political; which them tends to protest, without however doing
anything to effectively change that circumstance. It is not that the
ideological trap is not true, but also that this disagreement needs two parties
in collaboration; because just one is not enough, and the one making the move should
be the one that needs it most.
Of
course, for that we would have to develop that identity awareness, from which
to make ourselves heard; recognizing ourselves in them and them in us, for the
common problems and not for those of others, which divide us. That would mean,
however, that we do not see ourselves as different from them, and that is
something quite different; because the truth is that we black Cubans like this
difference, which lies in not believing ourselves to be as black as they are.
Even
our anthropology is actually ethnology, with the black person as the passive
object of that culture; to which he brings the same clichés for which he
protests, reduced to music, dance and poetry. In times of superficiality, no
one delves into the semiological depths of that contribution, which transcend
form. We prefer to justify —hiding the resentment— the vulgarity to which we
are reduced, as a false popular simplicity; playing into the hands of the
ethnologist who tells us that we are different, more intelligent, refined and
tamed.
The
blackness is still there, however, beyond the white babalaos and the light
mestizos owning the botanics; and in that blackness, the mother of the world
keeps her arms open, waiting for our existential catharsis. That catharsis would fulfill the terror of
the Delmontinos, throwing us into the center of the Haitian
enlightenment, for example; but harmonizing the entire country in a real
miscegenation, and not the intellectual fiction that now constrains it.
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