Speaking about Cuban political prisoners at Jose Marti Park, Tampa, March 7, 2010.
The past 10 years in Cuban history -- which correspond with the 10 years this blog has been in existence as of this weekend -- have been punctuated with ups and downs in the struggle for liberty on the island:
The retirement and painfully slow physical decline of Fidel "The Mummy" Castro. The elevation to No. 1 dictator of his little brother Raul.
The murder of prisoner of conscience Orlando Zapata Tamayo. The release of his fellow Group of 75 prisoners.
Two papal visits. A record number of political arrests.
Yoani Sanchez and other Cubans learning to exploit the tools of the Internet -- blogs, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, etc. -- to break the Castro dictatorship's blockade on information about events on the island. More and more independent journalists, with incredible skill and bravery, reporting on those events.
The murder of Oswaldo Paya. And how skillfully and bravely his daughter Rosa Maria Paya has picked up his mantle and become emblematic of a new generation of opposition activists on and off the island.
The growth of opposition groups like the Damas De Blanco and the Patriotic Union of Cuba, who bravely take to the streets to state their case for freedom. And how so few in the outside world bother to pay attention to their protests.
The arrest and imprisonment of Alan Gross, and the payment of a too-expensive ransom for his release -- U.S. diplomatic recognition without not even the promise of change by the regime of gangsters in Havana.
A lot has happened in Cuba, but little -- as measured by the lack of freedom that afflicts the Cuban people -- has changed.
The struggle for Cuban liberty is unfinished.
And so is the work of Uncommon Sense.
Former "Group of 75" prisoner of conscience Regis Iglesias and me, Miami, April 13, 2013.
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When I started this blog, I never imagined this would become a "Cuba blog;" that happened only a few months later as a result of my searching for something to write about that would make Uncommon Sense more unique. I never imagined I would be writing a 10-year anniversary post.
It has been an honor to report about political prisoners and others opposed against the Castro dictatorship so that they know -- and that their oppressors know -- that they are not alone, that their stories are being told and shared around the world.
The most rewarding aspect of blogging -- and tweeting and Facebooking as those have become perhaps more effective means to tell and share stories -- has been the inroads it created for new friendships and new outlets for my pride in being Cuban, my Cubania.
Sometimes it is frustrating and maddening to write about yet another wave of repression, to report on yet another political prisoner. Many times I have wanted to quit. At times, the posts have been few and far between as I sought to give myself a break.
But then I remember those moments, when I've met some of the former political prisoners and other dissidents who I had previously written about on this blog. I remember those brave Cubans on the island who every day and every week take to the streets to demand freedom, knowing they face arrest, if not worse. They have been moments of renewed inspiration.
Blogging, and rewards it has brought me, changed my life so much for the better. Mine is a small contribution, perhaps, but I make it with full effort and passion.
I don't imagine stopping anytime soon.
Former Cuban political prisoner Jorge Luis Garcia Perez, "Antunez" and me, Tampa, Aug. 31, 2013.
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Some thank you notes:
-- First and foremost to my wife Marie, and her patience and understanding of how my desire for a free Cuba dominates so much of my attention and free time. Of course, she shares the same goal and has done her part to educate -- she is a teacher, after all -- others about the Cuban reality. She is my favorite Cubanita.
-- Speaking of Cubanitas, there are my "Cuban sisters of another mother" -- especially Patsy, Clarissa, Chely and Tily -- and other members of the Cuban American community in Tampa who have shared their friendship with Marie and I, and provided me opportunities to expand my Cuba-related activism offline. The single-most humbling moment of the past 10 years was when Patsy invited me to speak about Cuban political prisoners in a downtown Tampa park, only steps from where "the Apostle," Jose Marti, did the same more than a century ago to rally support for Cuban independence.
-- My fellow bloggers and tweeps. I hesitate to start listing names, as I know I will omit many deserving of thanks. But this blog would not have become a Cuba blog if not for the bloggers at Babalu, still the No. 1 blog in the Cuban blogosphere. I am forever indebted for the inspiration, support, friendship and yes, sometimes criticism, that Val, Henry, Alberto, Ziva and the others have lent me over the years.
-- The Cuban political prisoners, former political prisoners and other activists, on and off the line, most of whom don't know who I am. Your bravery inspires me. It is a honor to tell your stories so that the world knows the truth. (You can follow many of their Twitter feeds here.)
-- My parents, grandparents and other family members who fled Cuba as refugees. I do this for you.
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