In Cuba, propaganda is every where. I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me, as the Castro regime has to convince it’s people about the rightness and the justice of their cause. And, according to that exclamation on the wall in the photo above, some still believe that.
Here below, our three heroes of the “faith” (Che, Castro and… someone else) exhort us to “Study, Work, and Fight!” (I assume that’s what Fusil is intended to mean.
Here are our three heroes again! This was my favorite piece of propaganda ever: it claims, “I live in a free country!” How ironic, given that most of the people on the island consider themselves prisoners in their own country.
The currency is a form of propaganda, too, since this currency is used only for tourists, completely worthless in the rest of the world, and valued higher than the US dollar. Charming system.
The ever-present statue of a revolutionary hero. I believe this is Jose Martií, revolutionary poet, pointing the way for all good Cubans.
The interesting thing is that the students in the red shirts were a visiting delegation of students from Venezuela. We saw them in the airport on our way out, and their shirts read something like “Socialism or Death.” Take note, Venezuela, the kind of death that will occur if you DO follow Cuba’s socialist dictatorship example.
This structure stands in front of the US Interests office, another way for the government to assert their authority before their giant thorn-in-the-side neighbor to the north. Castro makes political speeches from this platform and covers up the view of the US office with a multitude of Cuban flags placed on those flag poles at the back.
“Everything for Revolution,” it says.
And the perennial bust of our man, Lenin. He pops up everywhere, from people’s front yards…
…to Lenin Park on the outskirts of Havana. The confusing thing is that cutout doesn’t look anything like his busts. And also? He’s giant.
Today! “A North American Crime.” 8 p.m.
Wonder what THAT’S about. I guess the leadership still feels the need to reinforce the fact that the US is the bad guy.
And, oh wait! There’s my buddy Lenin again. This time, in a grocery store parking lot. You know, in case you forgot how he looked in the time it took you to drive to the store. Or maybe you just needed a dose of good, communist affirmation on your way in to spend money, which you are probably only spending because you aren’t a regular Cuban. To shop here, you probably have a connection to someone in government, a relative in the US, or some shady way of making money on the black market. Because, you know, all Cubans are equal, comrade.
Here’s to you and the failure of your utopia, Comrade Lenin!