The supposed happy childhood, the manipulated free education and the indoctrination to which Castroism subjects Cuban children and the horrors of being and living as “a dwarf prince” in that oppressed, miserable and enslaved Cuba, is one of the biggest lies of the Communist regime. Cuban children belong to the segment of the population that, directly or indirectly, suffer more severely from the criminal blizzard of absurdities, nonsense, involutions and atrocities committed against the Cuban people by the Castro-communist dictatorship.
Since January 1, 1959, one of the great missions of the sophisticated, multimillionaire and criminally lying machinery of the Castro regime, was to create, strengthen and disseminate the concept, in every corner of the world where there was a moron willing to believe the story. , that the “revolution” devoted enormous resources and efforts to the development of a happy childhood given that Martí said that “children are born to be happy” and that revolution came “to fulfill it”.
One of the first great manipulations of Castro-communism, in its beginnings, was to turn military barracks into schools, some houses of the exiled Cuban bourgeoisie into daycare centers and everything that could be nationalized and used, for propaganda purposes, to create the false image that Cuba, with socialism, with the revolution and with the Castro family, gave priority to the education and instruction of the new generations of Cuban beings without it costing them or their families a penny . While on the other hand they created private schools for diplomats and children of the Castro leadership.
You have to have a very light brain of neurons to accept that a State, which produces nothing, which is absolutely incapable and devilishly destructive, can offer exorbitant gratuities right and left without pretending, that the very “weight” of its “humanist” stupidity , destroy the economy of the country, stop the progress of society and plunge the people into the most anguished humiliation and the most despicable of miseries, human misery.
In no social economic system do gratuities exist in exchange for a notebook and a pencil. That system with a teacher trained in communist doctrines, some books of terrible structural and conceptual quality, some desks that break your uniform and your body and a blackboard that bristles, we changed it to the communist regime for our memory, we accepted it to change the history of the homeland and sanctify criminals and murderers. We justified the fascist cries of homeland or death and our parents let them take over and dispose of our souls as if, in the end, a pencil and a notebook were something so expensive. Expensive, but very expensive, came the stupidity of accepting “for free” the damn “kerchief” of communism.
Some fools still defend the thesis that the children in Cuba, thanks to that “revolution”, are very happy. When such assertions are heard, it is proof that those brainless people are the exact proof of the mental, physical and spiritual abuse to which we were subjected, those of us who were born there after January 1, 1959, because childhood so “uniformed”, so “jingoistic” and so “revolutionary” that we suffered, irremediably changed “our life” and released us, like the people we are today, marching desperately into exile or still harboring, sixty-three very long years later, the “hope” of that, with that damned revolution, we will have a bright future.
In order not to make a very long list of the deceptions, the spiritual mutilations, the indoctrinations and the brainwashing to which we were subjected, and which may seem incredible or exaggerated to those who did not suffer them, I am going to limit myself to only the phrase that force us to repeat, day after day, and which constitutes the greatest example of child abuse, anti-democratic, anti-human, anti-Christian and unnatural, committed by a “government”, in a country, against “the age of innocence”: pioneers for the communism, we will be like che…
It happens that when we are little we do not understand such atrocities against our naive little brains, we limit ourselves to believing our “pretty teacher” story that the fidel “that shines on the mountain” takes care of our dreams, protects us from “imperialism” and that some day, not too far away, the glass of milk will arrive…