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    The End of the End of the Revolution

    The End of the End of the Revolution
    Published: December 5, 2008

    ON MY FIRST DAY IN HAVANA I wandered down to the Malecón, the world's
    most haunting urban seafront promenade. A norte was blustering, sending
    breakers crashing over the stone dike built in 1901 under short-lived
    American rule. Bright explosions of spray unfurled onto the sidewalk.

    I was almost alone on a Sunday morning in Cuba's capital city of 2.2
    million people. A couple of cars a minute passed, often finned '50s
    beauties, Studebakers and Chevrolets, extravagant and battered. Here and
    there, a stray mutt scrounged. Washing flapped on the ornate ironwork
    balconies of crumbling mansions. Looking out on the ocean, I searched in
    vain for a single boat.

    It was not always so, 90 miles off the coast of Florida. In 1859,
    Richard Henry Dana Jr., an American lawyer whose "To Cuba and Back"
    became a classic, sailed into Havana. He later wrote: "What a world of
    shipping! The masts make a belt of dense forest along the edge of the
    city, all the ships lying head into the street, like horses at their
    mangers." Over the ensuing century, Cuba became the winter playground of
    Americans, a place to gamble, rumba, smoke puros and sip mojitos, the
    land of every vice and any trade. Havana bars advertised "Hangover
    Breakfasts." They were much in demand. The mafia loved the island, the
    largest in the Caribbean; so did the American businessmen who controlled
    swathes of the sugar industry and much else.

    Then, a half-century ago, on Jan. 1, 1959, Fidel Castro brought down the
    curtain on Fulgencio Batista's dictatorship. America's
    cavorting-cum-commerce ceased. Miami became Cuba's second city as, over
    the years, hundreds of thousands fled communist rule.

    The confining shadow of Fidel's tropical curtain, on the 50th
    anniversary of the revolution, was captured in the emptiness before me —
    of the Malecón, but even more so of the sea. I noticed over subsequent
    days that Cubans perched on the seafront wall rarely looked outward.
    When I asked Yoani Sánchez, a dissident blogger
    (www.desdecuba.com/generaciony), about this, she told me: "We live
    turned away from the sea because it does not connect us, it encloses us.
    There is no movement on it. People are not allowed to buy boats because
    if they had boats, they would go to Florida. We are left, as one of our
    poets put it, with the unhappy circumstance of water at every turn."

    It is unnatural to perceive the sea and a distant horizon as limiting.
    But in Cuba a lot of things are inverted, or not as they first appear. A
    repressive society long under a single ruler — the ailing 82-year-old
    Fidel still holds Cubans in his thrall even if he formally handed the
    presidency to his younger brother, Raúl, in 2006 — develops a secret
    lexicon of survival.

    Through a labyrinth of rations, regulations, two currencies and four
    markets (peso, hard currency, agro and black), people make their way.
    Stress is rare but depression rampant in an inertia-stricken economy.
    Truth is layered. Look up and you see the Habana Libre, the towering
    hotel where Fidel briefly had his headquarters after the revolution: it
    began life as the Hilton. The seafront Riviera hotel, now so
    communist-drab it seems to reek of cabbage, once housed the rakish
    casino of the mobster Meyer Lansky.

    Turning west along the seafront that first gusty day, I encountered a
    strange sight that summoned the United States from its tenebrous
    presence: a phalanx of poles, topped with snapping flags displaying a
    five-pointed Cuban star against a black backdrop, bearing down on the
    eastern facade of a boxy concrete-and-glass structure that houses the
    U.S. Interests Section in Havana. The flag barricade was put up to block
    an electronic billboard on the side of the building. In 2006, U.S.
    officials put political slogans on the billboard; it now transmits news
    not other­wise accessible to Cubans.

    This seafront tableau is laughable: the United States unreeling
    red-lettered strips of unread news into a sea of black flags and
    defiance. It captures all the fruitless paralysis of the Cuban-American
    confrontation, a tense stasis Barack Obama has vowed to overcome.
    Diplomatic relations have been severed since 1961; a U.S. trade embargo
    has been in place almost as long; the cold war has been over for almost
    two decades. To say the U.S.-Cuban relationship is anachronistic would
    be an understatement.

    But changing it won't be easy. As with Iran — the only country with
    which noncommunication is more pronounced — bad history, predatory past
    U.S. practices and the expediency for autocratic regimes of casting the
    United States as diabolical enemy all work against bridge-building.
    When, a little farther west down the Malecón, I met with Josefina Vidal,
    the director of the Foreign Ministry's North American department, I
    found her anger as vivid as her elegant purple dress.

    "I once saw a slogan on that U.S. billboard saying Cuban women have to
    prostitute themselves because they do not have the resources to
    survive," she told me. "This is totally unacceptable, a violation of the
    Vienna Convention!" (The Vienna Convention of 1963 regulates consular

    Vidal continued: "The U.S. wants to punish Cuba with its blockade. It
    cannot accept us the way we are. It cannot forgive us our independence.
    It cannot permit us to choose our own model. And now along comes Obama
    and says he will lift a few restrictions, but that in order to advance
    further Cuba must show it is making democratic changes. Well, we do not
    accept that Cuba has to change in order to deserve normal relations with
    the United States."

    But on Havana's streets the name Obama is often uttered as if it were a
    shibboleth. Many people want to believe he offers a way out of the Cuban
    web that Fidel's infinite adroitness and intermittent ruthlessness have
    woven over a half-century.

    WAYNE SMITH, WHO RAN the U.S. Interests Section under the Carter
    administration, has observed that "Cuba seems to have the same effect on
    American administrations that the full moon used to have on werewolves."
    There is something about this proximate island, so beautiful yet so
    remote, so failed yet so stubborn, that militates against the exercise
    of U.S. reason.

    It's not just the humiliation of the botched 1961 Bay of Pigs invasion,
    when 1,500 C.I.A.-backed Cuban exiles tried to overthrow the nascent
    Castro regime. It's not just the memory of the Soviet introduction in
    1962 of missiles to the island that almost brought nuclear Armageddon.
    It's not just the traded accusations of terrorism, the surrogate
    conflicts of the cold war from Angola to the Americas, the downed
    planes, the waves of immigrants, the human rights confrontations, the
    espionage imbroglios or the custody battles. It's something deeper, and
    that something has its epicenter in Miami.

    Just before the Obama victory, I lunched in the city's Little Havana
    district with Alfredo Durán, a former president of the Bay of Pigs
    Veterans Association. Inevitably, we ate at the kitschy Versailles
    Restaurant, long a social hub of the Cuban-American community. Durán,
    who was imprisoned in Cuba for 18 months after the Bay of Pigs fiasco,
    is a man mellowed by age. Furious with Kennedy and the Democrats in the
    invasion's aftermath — "there was a feeling we were sacrifice
    d, left to
    eat possum in the swamps around the bay" — he decided after the cold war
    that anti-Fidel vitriol was a blind alley and the trade embargo
    counterproductive. Fellow veterans were furious; they stripped his photo
    from the premises of the veterans' association.

    "I say, 'Lift the embargo unilaterally, put the onus on Cuba,' " Durán
    told me. "If we negotiate, what do we want from them? They have very
    little to give."

    As he spoke, a little ruckus erupted outside between Republicans and
    Democrats. Durán smiled: "You know, the only place Cuba still arouses
    passions is right outside this restaurant. Yet U.S. policy toward Cuba
    is stuck with old issues in Florida rather than logical strategy."

    The old Florida issues boil down to this: It's a critical swing state
    with a significant Cuban-American vote, and a hard line toward Fidel has
    been a sure-fire political proposition. Once again this year, Miami's
    three Cuban-American Congressional Republicans won re-election. And yet:
    their victory margins narrowed. Some 35 percent of the Cuban-American
    vote in Miami-Dade County went to Obama, a big bounce, 10 points better
    than John Kerry's showing in 2004. Fifty-five percent of those under 29
    voted for Obama.

    Obama's victory is particularly significant because he bucked
    conventional wisdom on Cuba during the campaign. He lambasted Bush's
    "tough talk that never yields results." He called for "a new strategy"
    centered on two immediate changes: the lifting of all travel
    restrictions for family visits (limited by Bush to one every three
    years) and the freeing up of family remittances (now no more than $300 a
    quarter for the receiving household). Obama also called for "direct
    diplomacy," saying he would be prepared to lead it himself "at a time
    and place of my choosing," provided U.S. interests and the "cause of
    freedom for the Cuban people" were advanced. He said his message to
    Fidel and Raúl would be: "If you take significant steps toward
    democracy, beginning with the freeing of all political prisoners, we
    will take steps to begin normalizing relations."

    Three generations on from the revolution, being a Democrat is no longer
    equated by Cuban-Americans with being a Communist. The fixation on
    removing Fidel, the dreams of return and the raw anger of loss have
    faded. "We have gone from the politics of passion to the politics of
    reality," Andy Gómez, an assistant provost at the University of Miami
    who left Cuba in 1961 at the age of 6, told me. "We are here for the
    long haul. We worry about the economy, health care. Next Christmas in
    Havana — that's over."

    So could the convergence of a president who is as mestizo as countless
    Cubans, a new pragmatism in Miami's Little Havana and the looming
    passing of Cuba's revolutionary gerontocracy provide a framework for
    that elusive U.S.-Cuban reconciliation? Durán is hopeful. "I'm 71, and I
    know I'll see the day," he told me. "The day you can get in your
    speedboat in Coconut Grove after work and be in Havana at 9 p.m. for

    Nonsense, Jaime Suchlicki, a conservative Cuban historian who teaches in
    Miami, told me. Raúl is a Soviet admirer "and no Deng Xiaoping." The
    Cuban situation — buoyed by Chinese, Venezuelan, Russian and Iranian
    support — is not desperate enough to force concessions. Every past
    rapprochement has turned to rancor. "Cuba is an absolute disaster, but
    it will not fall apart," Suchlicki said.

    Yet Cuba does stand at a fulcrum of generational shift, from those
    formed by Fidel to those who will hardly know him. Seizing this
    opportunity will require a measure of American humility. Obama has a
    strong sense of history and the historical moment. He would understand
    the deep roots of the conflict, going back to the U.S. military
    intervention in 1898 that left Cubans with the lingering sense that
    their own hard-won independence from Spain had been snatched from them.
    What followed were four years of direct U.S. rule and Cuba's emergence
    as a nearly independent republic in 1902 — "nearly" because, under the
    Platt Amendment, the U.S. kept the right to intervene in the island's
    affairs. It also got Cuba to cede in perpetuity a little thing called
    Guantánamo Bay, a 45-square-mile area in the southeast of the island.

    "All this left a deep frustration in the popular imagination," Fernando
    Rojas, the vice minister of culture, told me in Havana.

    It is this history that has allowed Fidel to claim that his revolution
    was, in effect, a second war of independence. It is this history that
    has made the United States the enemy of choice for Cuba long after the
    exigencies of cold-war confrontation vanished.

    This is the history that turns otherwise rational heads in both
    Washington and Havana, as if the full moon had got to them. My
    impression is that Obama has the cool temperament that can factor the
    charge of this past — similar to the heavy legacy of the
    C.I.A.-organized 1953 coup in Iran — into his diplomacy. Cuba is
    certainly ready for a change it can believe in.

    LEALTAD (LOYALTY) STREET runs from the Malecón down through the densely
    populated district called Centro Habana. I first went there at night.
    The city is dimly lighted, but one of Fidel's achievements, along with
    an impressive education system and universal health care, is security.
    It might be said that's because there is very little to steal, but that
    would be uncharitable. The revolution, anything but puritanical, has
    nonetheless instilled a certain ethical rigor.

    A residential street, Lealtad beckoned me with its silhouettes lurking
    in doorways, its clatter of dominoes being banged on tables, its
    glimpses through grated windows of lush interior courtyards, its old men
    playing cards in high-ceilinged living rooms of brocaded furniture and
    sagging upholstery, its melancholy. As I wandered, I stumbled on a bar
    called Las Alegrías — Joys. What I saw struck me with the force of a
    vision. Under harsh fluorescent lights, drinking shots of rum, were a
    white man with a bulbous red nose pickled by drink, a black man with
    unfocused eyes and a black woman with head bowed, all of them at a
    distance from one another and seemingly inhabiting an Edward Hopper
    painting where each lonely element etched another detail of despair. The
    feeling of being transported is very Cuban: Hopper's "Nighthawks" was
    painted in 1942.

    I resolved to return to Lealtad in an attempt to understand the despair
    at Joys, but also in the conviction that the secret lexicon of 50-year
    dictatorships can be read only in the details of daily life. Secrecy and
    obfuscation are the lifeblood of such regimes. They alone preserve the
    mysticism that absolute leadership requires, allowing an aging man with
    severe intestinal problems to remain Zeus on Olympus. It's not for
    nothing that the whereabouts of Fidel, who has not been seen in public
    since he fell ill in July 2006, are an official secret.

    The next day I came back and, dodging boys playing baseball with a ball
    made from tightly rolled paper, stopped at a chicken-egg-fish store with
    nothing in it. Antonio Rodríguez, 50, the affable, bald Afro-Cuban
    running it, explained to me the mechanics of rationing, in which he is
    an often-immobile cog. Every month, each Cuban is allocated 10 eggs (the
    first five at 0.15 pesos each, the second f
    ive at 0.90 pesos); a pound
    of chicken at 0.70 pesos; a pound of fish with its head at 0.35 pesos
    (or 11 ounces without the head); and half a pound of an ersatz mince at
    0.35 pesos a pound. It's hardly worth converting these sums; they're
    trifling. Suffice to say that, at 25 pesos to the dollar, you get the
    whole lot for no more than 25 cents.

    That may sound like a steal, but there are catches. Rodríguez, after 17
    years at the store, where the broken cash register is of
    prerevolutionary vintage and the antique refrigerator of Soviet
    provenance, earns $15.40 a month. The average monthly salary is about
    $20. I asked him when some chicken or eggs might arrive. Beats me, he
    said. As many as 15 days a month, he's idle, waiting for something to be
    delivered so he can announce it on the blackboard behind him and get to
    work crossing off "sales" in his clients' frayed ration books. Rodríguez
    pointed to a man outside. "That guy standing on the corner, and me
    working, there's no real difference," he said. "We get paid almost
    nothing to spend the day talking."

    Luiz Jorrin, the man in question, approached. "This is all due to the
    U.S. blockade," he said, pointing a finger at me and using the
    exaggerated term that Cubans favor for the embargo. "Look at your
    financial crisis! Maybe you'll get over it with time. Well, we'll get
    over this with time. I don't believe in capitalism. Look what it did in
    Africa and Latin America. It's destructive."

    This was too much for Javier Aguirre, a slim fellow who helps Rodríguez.
    "We're wrecked, and after three hurricanes, we're even more wrecked," he
    said. "I just don't believe in the system. Give me Switzerland! Of all
    the Cubans who have gone to the United States, how many want to come back?"

    The question prompted a silence. Aguirre, it transpired, tried twice to
    escape, only to be caught, once by the Cubans and once by the U.S. Coast
    Guard. Under the current "wet foot, dry foot" policy, most Cubans who
    reach U.S. soil are allowed to stay, while most intercepted at sea are
    repatriated. Go figure.

    Now 29, Aguirre, an aspiring artist, is waiting. Cubans are used to
    waiting. Along with baseball and quiet desperation, it's the national
    sport. They talk; they joke at the Beckett play that is their lives;
    they tap their fingers to the beat of drums and maracas. They lament the
    billions of dollars of damage caused in recent months by Hurricanes
    Gustav, Ike and Paloma; an offer of U.S. assistance was rebuffed. At
    least, they laugh, there's no traffic problem.

    The little storefront exchange was typical, I found, in its surprising
    openness, in its mention of the U.S. embargo as the source of misery and
    in its vindicating reference to the global economy's collapse. Cuba, it
    has to be said, is one of the very few places the Dow's meltdown has
    scarcely touched. But tumbling oil prices may affect Venezuelan and
    Russian largess over time, and slumping European economies may hit
    tourism. Meanwhile, Cubans go on trying to make sense of the senseless.

    "Obama should ask Congress to lift the blockade for 90 days after the
    hurricanes," Rodríguez suggested.

    "We're always asking for the kindness of strangers," Aguirre retorted.
    "This is not communism or capitalism, it's a Cuban mess."

    The more I learned of the centralized Cuban economy, the more that
    seemed a fair summary. Cuba has two currencies, one for communism and
    one for a limited, state-dominated capitalism. The pesos that people get
    their salaries in are essentially good for nothing but rationed or
    undesirable items. By contrast, the convertible dollar-pegged pesos
    known as "CUCs" (pronounced "kooks") are good for international
    products. Pass a dimly lighted peso store and you might see a bicycle
    tire, a yellowing brassiere and a set of plastic spoons. Pass a
    convertible-peso store and you will see cellphones, Jameson whiskey and
    Heineken in a bright, air-conditioned environment.

    As a result, many Cubans spend their lives scrambling to get in on the
    convertible-peso economy, which largely depends on getting access to
    foreign visitors. A highly qualified electrical engineer opts to work in
    a cigar factory so he can hawk Havana cigars to tourists. Others offer
    to be their guides. Whatever goods can be sneaked out of state-run
    businesses are good for black-market sale. Cellphones — recently
    permitted in what was portrayed as a liberalizing measure by Raúl — cost
    about $110. That is half a year's salary for most Cubans. A gallon of
    gas goes for about $6, or nearly a third of an average monthly salary.
    No wonder Cubans see access to the CUC universe of tourists as salvation.

    A kind of economic apartheid exists. People are stuck in a
    regulation-ridden halfway house. They want to escape the socialist world
    of Rodríguez's store for the capitalist world of the mini-Cancún on the
    Varadero peninsula east of Havana, a hotel-littered ghetto of white sand
    and whiter Scandinavians snapping up Che Guevara T-shirts without
    worrying too much about what Che wrought on Lealtad Street.

    THE CUBAN GOVERNMENT gave me a courteous welcome. I was escorted to a
    few official meetings, but otherwise left without a minder (as far as I
    could see) to do what I wished. One official stop was with Elena
    Álvarez, who was 15 when Fidel's revolution came and now, at 65, works
    as a top official at the Ministry of Economics. She tried to make sense
    for me of the voodoo economics I'd seen.

    Here's what she wanted me to grasp. Cuba, at the time of the revolution,
    was "one of the most unjust, unequal and exploited societies on earth."
    Illiteracy was running up to 40 percent, a quarter of the best land was
    in U.S. hands, a corrupt bourgeoisie lorded it over everyone else.
    Fidel's initial objective was a more-just society, but U.S. pressure
    radicalized his revolution and pushed it toward all-out socialism within
    the Soviet camp.

    Álvarez reeled off some numbers. There were 6,000 doctors in Cuba at the
    time of the revolution; there are now close to 80,000 for a population
    of 11.3 million, one of the highest per-capita rates in the world. The
    U.S. embargo has cost Cuba about $200 billion in real terms. When the
    Berlin Wall crumbled, 80 percent of Cuba's international trade was with
    Soviet-bloc countries. About 98 percent of oil came from them. Back to
    the Communist bloc states, at inflated prices, went Cuba's sugar and rum.

    "We've had to reinsert ourselves in the global economy twice in 30
    years, once in 1960 and again in 1990," Álvarez said.

    O.K., I said, that shows some resilience, but when the Soviet Union
    collapsed, why didn't Cuba do what Moscow's other satellites did: take
    down totalitarianism, become a market economy and set people free? The
    real totalitarianism, she countered, was Batista's. Cuba now has
    different values. Despite scarcities, attributable in large part to the
    embargo, it's a society that wants to protect everyone. The rationing
    system guarantees that all citizens have a minimum. Everyone gets
    low-cost food at work. Free health care and education mean a $20 monthly
    salary is the wrong way to view the quality of Cuban life. Going to a
    market economy in 1990 would have meant wholesale factory closures, as
    in East Germany, and 35 percent unemployment. "We decided we had to
    protect our workers," &#
    193;lvarez said. "We have another philosophy."

    That "philosophy" has produced results. According to the World Health
    Organization, life expectancy for men and women in Cuba is 76 and 80
    years, respectively, on par with the U.S. The comparative figures in
    Haiti are 59 and 63, and in the Dominican Republic they are 66 and 74.
    The probability of dying before the age of 5 is 7 per 1,000 live births
    in Cuba — nearly as good as the U.S. figure — compared with 80 per 1,000
    live births in Haiti and 29 in the Dominican Republic. Illiteracy has
    been eliminated. United Nations statistics show 93.7 percent of Cuban
    children complete high school, far more than in the United States or
    elsewhere in the Caribbean.

    That raises the question: Why educate people so well and then deny them
    access to the Internet, travel and the opportunity to apply their
    skills? Why give them a great education and no life? Why not at least
    offer a Chinese or Vietnamese model, with a market economy under
    one-party rule?

    Álvarez said there was some "space for the market." She insisted, "We
    are not fundamentalist." But the bottom line, of course, is that the
    authorities are scared: opening the door to capitalism on an island 90
    miles from Florida is very different from doing that in Asia.

    In the so-called Special Period, initiated in the 1990s, Cuba did open
    to foreign investment in sectors like nickel and tourism, allowed
    tourists in, introduced the convertible peso and began putting more
    farmland in private hands. But it stopped there. Just how much land is
    now private is disputed, although one thing is clear: not enough to
    prevent Cuba from having to import more than $1.6 billion worth of food
    a year. Those imports, in a development remarkable even by upside-down
    Cuban standards, have included sugar. Domestic production has collapsed.

    So I put it to Álvarez: At the half-century mark, with Fidel fading, was
    it worth persevering with a revolution that has left Cuba with
    dilapidated buildings, deserted highways and a need to import sugar?

    "The revolution has been a success," Álvarez said. "It overthrew a
    tyrannical regime. We got our national sovereignty. We got our pride. We
    survived aggression by the most powerful country in the world for 50
    years. We preserved the essence of what Fidel fought for."

    But did he really wage guerrilla war in the Sierra Maestra mountains so
    that countless talented Cubans might sit idle, plotting means to get out?

    The challenges were great, Álvarez said, but Cuba would again prove
    Miami wrong. She pointed to joint-venture oil exploration off the
    northern coast and a growing "knowledge economy" that has produced
    patented vaccines and medicines sold throughout the world. Cuba would
    now export services, like that of the 30,000 medical personnel it sent
    to Venezuela in an innovative barter deal bringing in 90,000 barrels of
    oil daily.

    "We are an example to others," she said, "an example to all those
    looking for an alternative to capitalism."

    I did sense something hard to quantify, a kind of socialist conscience,
    particularly among doctors. When I met Dr. Verena Muzio, the head of the
    vaccine division at the Center for Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology
    — another official stop — she said her commitment to the revolution's
    achievements outweighed the knowledge "that I could go to Chicago and
    earn $300,000 a year." Her salary is $40 a month.

    At the Latin American School of Medicine, founded a decade ago to
    educate doctors unable to afford school in other countries in the
    Americas, Dr. Juan Carrizo, the rector, spoke of the universal right to
    health as the new humanist banner of the Cuban revolution: out with
    Angolan guerrillas, in with the medical brigade. Among the students are
    more than 100 U.S. citizens. Pasha Jackson, 26, an African-American from
    South Central Los Angeles, told me: "I came here because I could get an
    education for free for just being me. I feel more valued here than where
    I grew up. And when I finish, I'm going to go back to my community and
    bring that same philosophy."

    These young U.S. medical students have joined a growing number of
    foreigners, tourists and businesspeople. Sherritt International, a
    Canadian natural-resources company, has made major investments in nickel
    mining and oil. Sol Meliá, the Spanish hotel operator, has opened a
    number of properties. Tour buses are a frequent sight, ferrying groups
    that take in Hemingway's Havana bars (La Floridita and La Bodeguita del
    Medio) and the Che memorial in Santa Clara before heading back to the
    beach. Although this invasion has brought Cubans more contact with
    foreigners, its impact has been limited by the fact that the Cuban
    government does rigorous background checks on any job seekers in the
    international sector. Over all, most tourists seem happy with sun, sand,
    rum and cigars — and to heck with totalitarian politics.

    At a time when Hugo Chávez's Venezuela has replied to Fidel's "Patria o
    Muerte" with its own "Socialismo o Muerte"; and Evo Morales is pushing
    Bolivia toward socialism; and Steven Soderbergh's epic-length "Che" is
    about to hit American theaters, it's hard to argue the revolution has
    lost all its glow — especially with Wall Street bloodied. A moderate
    Latin left that is friendly with the Castros, most conspicuously
    President Lula da Silva in Brazil, has also emerged. But Fidel claimed
    he wanted to free Cubans from oppression. Instead, his revolution has
    oppressed them.

    I FOUND HÉCTOR PALACIOS at his cluttered apartment in the leafy Vedado
    district of Havana. He was thrown in prison in 2003 along with 75 other
    dissidents charged with subversion and collaboration with the United
    States. Sentenced to 25 years, he was released in late 2006 for health
    reasons. But 55 of those arrested are still in captivity, among the more
    than 220 political prisoners in Cuba.

    "My crime was simple: thinking that the government has to change from
    totalitarianism," Palacios told me.

    He's a big man, and when he talked about his cramped cell and isolation,
    his eyes darted here and there, and he began to sweat. The memory of
    what was his third spell in prison was still harrowing. Palacios, the
    leader of the banned All United opposition group, was an organizer of
    the Varela Project, a petition calling for a referendum on democratic
    change. Orchestrated by another prominent dissident, Oswaldo Payá, the
    movement brought ripples of a Cuban spring before the 2003 clampdown.

    Palacios, 65, has traveled since his release to the United States,
    where, last May, he met with Obama in Miami. He asked Obama to show
    flexibility. He urged him to allow wealthy Cuban-Americans to send money
    to dissidents. "Obama is the new element," Palacios told me. "He's ready
    to talk to anyone. As with our aging government, the hard-line
    generation of Cuban-Americans is dying out. Significant change is
    possible within two years."

    "Why do you stay here?" I asked.

    "I stay because I am a patriot."

    That's not the official view. Dissidents are routinely called "traitors
    to the homeland." Palacios showed me a copy of a congratulatory letter
    he sent to Obama on Nov. 4. It ends, "With the hope that I will be heard
    and confidence that your mandate will bring the renewal that eliminates
    the obstacles preventing us from putting an end to the tyranny suffered
    by our people." A restoration of the battered moral authority of the
    United States could have a significant impact in Cuba, Palacios said.

    Cuba's dissidents are marginalized. The press is muzzled. The print
    organ of the regime, Granma, named after the cabin cruiser that bore
    Fidel, Raúl, Che and their followers from Mexican exile to Cuba in 1956,
    is a study in Orwellian officialese. State television is a turgid
    propaganda machine. Cuba can show "The Lives of Others" at its annual
    Havana Film Festival, where a few thousand people see it, but that
    remarkable study of the all-hearing Stasi in totalitarian East Germany
    would never be shown on national television. Too many Cubans might want
    the movie renamed "The Lives of Us."

    But of course Cuba is not totalitarian East Germany. Fidel has been
    nothing if not a brilliant puppet master. He once said that some
    revolutionary fighters "let their enthusiasm for the cause overwhelm
    their tactical decision-making." Not Fidel, whose training as a lawyer
    has been evident in his mastery of maneuver and brinkmanship, not least
    in his dealings with the United States. There have been hundreds of
    executions, especially in the early years, but he has never been a
    bloodthirsty dictator, a Caribbean Ceausescu. Nor has he tried, in the
    style of some despots, to sweep the past away; he has merely let it wither.

    "There's a very intelligent repression here, a scientific repression,"
    Yoani Sánchez, the dissident whose blog is now translated into 12
    languages, told me. "They have killed us as citizens, so they do not
    have to kill us physically. Our own police is in our brains, censoring
    us before we utter a critical idea."

    At 33, Sánchez is half Palacios' age. She represents something new:
    digital dissent. The authorities seem unsure how to deal with it.
    Sánchez, a slight and vivacious woman, started her blog in 2006. It was,
    she told me, "an exorcism, a virtual catharsis."

    "Who is last in line for a toaster?" she asked in one blog entry this
    year, noting that a ban on sales of computers and DVD players had been
    lifted but toasters would not be freely sold until 2010. Now her biting
    dissections of the woes of Cuban life have a wide international
    following — to the point that "the intelligence services know if they
    touch me there will be an explosion online."

    Still, they harass her. When she won Spain's prestigious Ortega y Gasset
    prize for digital journalism in April, she was prevented from going to
    collect the award. She would like to take up an invitation from New York
    University, but permission has been denied without explanation.

    I asked if she was optimistic about change. She said she was pessimistic
    in the short term because "apathy has entered our bloodstream, and a lot
    of people are just waiting for a bunch of leaders over 70 to die."
    Democracy, national reconciliation and change demand a new civic
    involvement, not apathy. But she was optimistic in the long term because
    we "are a creative, capable people, with no religious, ethnic or other
    conflict, who have developed an allergy to what we have: a totalitarian

    Sánchez looked at me — an intense, intelligent, brown-eyed gaze with
    humor twinkling near its surface. We were seated in the gardens of the
    Hotel Nacional, looking out over the Malecón to that empty sea. Here, I
    thought, is Cuba's future, a Blogostroika, if only the repressive
    gerontocracy would let it bloom; a Blogostroika that will fill that sea
    with bright vessels.

    "You know," Sánchez said, "when a nation gets on its knees before a man,
    it's all over. When a man decides how much rice I eat a month, or
    whether or not I can leave a country, that country is sick. This man is
    human. He commits errors. How can he have such power? Like a lot of
    people of my generation, I have willed myself to stop thinking about
    him, as a therapy. I think there will be relief when Fidel dies. We will
    breathe out. The mystical and symbolic weight of his presence is very
    heavy, for his opponents and even for his supporters. It's hard to right
    his errors while he's still there."

    I think Sánchez is right. Only after Mao's death could China unshackle
    itself by officially determining that he was "70 percent right and 30
    percent wrong." Perhaps Cuba will come down somewhere like that on Fidel
    — say 75-25 — and move on.

    While I was in Cuba, everyone I spoke to referred to Fidel as
    "Comandante," even though Raúl formally became commander in chief when
    he assumed the presidency. Rambling, almost daily "Reflexiones del
    Compañero Fidel" — signed commentaries on everything from capitalism to
    the U.S. election — appear in Granma, pored over like Kremlin utterances
    of old.

    Fidel published a book last month called "Peace in Colombia." Its
    presentation, the occasion for a collective genuflection by hundreds of
    guests in a large hall, merited hour after hour of coverage on national
    TV. At the gathering, I ran into Randy Alonso, host of a TV news show
    and the director of the information office of the Council of State, the
    main governing body. I asked him where Fidel is. "He's lucid, but in a
    secret place," Alonso said. "If he wants to reveal it, he will."

    It's hard in any circumstances for a 77-year-old to be an innovator. But
    for Raúl, with his far-more charismatic brother looking over his
    shoulder, it must be near impossible. No wonder Raúl, the former defense
    minister who hates the limelight, has appeared faltering. He has freed
    up cellphones (at a price), allowed Cubans into international hotels and
    intimated that some salaries might be paid in convertible pesos or even
    be tied to performance. But in essence all he has done in two and a half
    years is tinker. Perhaps that's not surprising. He has a vested interest
    in the existing system: the military runs conglomerates, like Gaviota,
    that control most of the tourism industry.

    "We are at the fading of an era, and it is fading into the unknown,"
    Juan Carlos Espinosa, a political scientist at Florida International
    University, said.

    In Miami, I caught up with Giselle Palacios, Héctor Palacios'
    23-year-old daughter, who managed to get out of Cuba a few months ago,
    having been thrown out of the University of Havana because of her
    father's activities. She told me she is still in shock. She has realized
    that the place she was living in is not the real world. There are things
    happening in Cuba, she said, that don't happen anywhere else. You carry
    that knowledge inside you, and you feel lonely.

    "Revolution was supposed to mean equal opportunity for all, but it has
    become a word the Castro brothers own," she said. "Young Cubans don't
    believe in the Castros' version of revolution. They don't believe in a
    world where the Internet is forbidden and your whole world is Cuba with
    the rest blocked out."

    "Will you stay in Miami?" I asked.

    "No, I want to go back one day when other jobs are possible. I think I
    will always be lonely here. I want to help democracy emerge."

    WHEN I RETURNED to Lealtad Street, I found a flurry of activity: the
    chicken had arrived! Rodríguez, in his green overalls, had the news up
    on his blackboard. He was unpacking frozen chicken legs and thighs.
    Chicken breast is available only on the convertible-peso market. He
    up the box with a big smile. It said, "Made in U.S.A."

    Since 2000, when Congress bowed to the farm lobby, it has been legal to
    sell food and agricultural products to Cuba. That means everything from
    chicken legs to telephone poles. At the Miami airport I had run into
    Randal Wilson, who was just back from Havana, where he was trying to
    sell Alabaman wine. "They seem to prefer my blueberry wine, just loved
    that," he told me. "You know, Alabama is very big on trade with Cuba."

    In fact, the United States is now the largest exporter of food to Cuba,
    earning upward of $600 million this year. It's among Cuba's five biggest
    trading partners. (The others are Venezuela, China, Spain and Canada.)
    So much for the embargo; it's as arbitrary as the wet-foot, dry-foot
    policy toward Cubans trying to escape. While America took in hundreds of
    millions of dollars from Cuba, it sent back 2,086 sea-borne refugees in
    fiscal 2008. Principle has nothing to do with current Cuban policy. It's
    just an incoherent mess.

    I asked Aguirre, the young would-be escapee working with Rodríguez, if
    he understood U.S. policy. "It's like the situation here, you have to
    understand it because it is what it is," he said. "I try not to think
    too much, I just talk about girls, baseball, whatever."

    I looked down the street, at the kids playing, a guy selling lighter
    fluid, the carved doors, the extraordinary baroque flourishes on the
    three- and four-story buildings. A gentleness inhabits Cuba, the island
    that Columbus, landing in 1492, called "the most beautiful land that
    human eyes have ever seen." It is the gentleness of time passing very

    The absence of visual clutter — no ads, no brands, no neon signs —
    leaves the mind at peace. Fidel's colossal stubbornness has delivered a
    singular aesthetic, striking in the age of globalized malls. I found
    myself thinking of a phrase of Pico Iyer's in the excellent "Reader's
    Companion to Cuba," edited by Alan Ryan: "Cuba catches my heart and then
    makes me count the cost of that enchantment."

    That cost is high. Fifty yards down the street, I talked to Felix
    Morales, 43, who runs another chicken-egg-fish store. I asked if there
    was any rivalry with Rodríguez. Morales laughed. "How can there be
    rivalry if we both receive and hand out the same thing?" he said. "The
    only difference is he's black and I'm white!"

    Morales told me everyone was aching for some improvement. He said he
    would like to work and see the fruit of his labors. He was wearing a
    T-shirt saying "Canada." Did he want to go there? Two women in the store
    burst out laughing. Of course Morales wanted to, of course they wanted
    to, who wouldn't?

    Not Jorge Martinez, who runs the community health center near Morales's
    store, a place where doctors treat everything from alcoholism to
    depression. "Fidel is the man of the century," he told me.

    I walked into a little restaurant called Asahi, one of the so-called
    paladares, independent, family-run enterprises, usually with three or
    four tables. José Marticorena, its owner, told me he acquired his state
    license a dozen years ago, but now it's difficult to obtain such a
    license. His father, Miguel, fought alongside Fidel and was rewarded
    after 1959 with this house. Later he worked in the merchant marine. A
    freezer he brought back from Japan had "Asahi" inscribed on it, after
    the Japanese beer: hence the name.

    Marticorena can charge what he wants for food, but his capacity is set
    at 12 people, and he pays various taxes. "We have a lot of dysfunctional
    things," he told me, "but nobody's dying of hunger or wanting for basic
    medical help. I was able to do something, and I feel fulfilled by it. My
    wife is a dentist, she loves to cook. We have two kids. We place a lot
    of hope in Obama, we believe he will free things up."

    With that, he took out a little digital camera, set it to video and
    started filming.

    "What do you think of the food?" he asked.

    "Very good," I said.

    "And whom do you work for?"

    "The New York Times."

    Even on Lealtad, a half-century after the revolution, capitalist
    public-relations instincts are not far below the surface.

    TOWARD THE END of my stay, I traveled down to Santiago de Cuba in the
    southeast of the island. This is mythical territory: the land of the
    1860s uprising against the Spanish; the site of the decisive U.S.
    intervention in 1898 that stole the fruits of that uprising; the city
    where Fidel and a band of followers attacked the Moncada Barracks on
    July 26, 1953 (61 dead among more than 100 insurgents); the home of the
    Sierra Maestra, where Fidel and Che waged guerrilla war between 1956 and
    1958. It is here that the 50th anniversary will be formally celebrated
    on Jan. 1, although the precise location in Santiago is still secret.
    Whether Fidel will appear is also unknown. Most people say no.

    A historian, Octavio Ambruster, showed me around the Moncada museum. The
    mustard yellow barracks were converted into a school after the
    revolution. The museum occupies a few rooms. Gruesome photographs abound
    of the slain in the July 26 attack. Most were tortured before execution.
    A front-page headline the following day in the Batista-era paper, Ataya,
    got it wrong: "Fidel Castro is dead."

    In fact he slipped away, only to be captured a few days later in the
    mountains. He was brought to trial and imprisoned, but not before he
    made a now legendary declaration: "Condemn me, it has no importance.
    History will absolve me."

    Will it? I don't think so, but it may be gentler on him than the ruinous
    state of Cuba would suggest. Fidel is a brilliant, romantic and towering
    figure; as such, like his country, he tends to enchant even as the cost
    of that enchantment mounts. Ambruster told me that Fidel always called
    José Martí, the hero of the independence struggle against Spain, "the
    intellectual author of the Moncada assault." Framing his revolution as
    being about independence — patria more than socialismo — and casting
    that independence as being above all from the United States, has been
    one of Fidel's most ingenious ideas.

    And how will history judge U.S. policy toward Fidel's Cuba? Badly, I
    think, especially since the end of the cold war. If the embargo had come
    down then, back in 1989, I doubt the regime would have survived. But the
    grudges were too deep, and a mistake was made. Today the policy makes
    little sense. The United States dislikes Chávez but maintains diplomatic
    relations with Venezuela. I think Obama should add to the measures he
    has already announced by offering to open full diplomatic relations with
    Cuba immediately.

    That would put pressure on Cuba and, if the offer were accepted, allow
    face-to-face negotiations to begin at a senior level. At these talks,
    Obama should not belabor democratic principles, at least not
    immediately, but should insist on the freeing of all political prisoners
    as a first step toward beginning to lift the embargo. The United States
    is not the European Union, which just normalized relations with Havana,
    although hundreds are still held in Cuban prisons for what they think.

    Progress will not be easy. Representative Lincoln Diaz-Balart, one of
    the re-elected Miami Republicans, told me, "We are very united, we will
    win the fights in Congress, and we will stop any moves to open
    commercial relations
    , trade financing or tourism with Cuba." But Tony
    Lake, a senior foreign-policy adviser to Obama during the campaign,
    said, "With the new Democratic majority in Congress, and some clear
    Cuban gestures on human rights, you could get changes to Helms-Burton,"
    the legislation that has determined the shape of Cuban policy since
    1996. Then the ball would be rolling with a momentum that the passing of
    generations should sustain.

    Cuba is some way down Obama's priority list. But early in his
    presidency, another Democratic president, Jimmy Carter, did something
    that changed views of him in the hemisphere: he negotiated, against all
    the odds, the transfer of sovereignty over the Panama Canal to Panama.
    It seems clear enough that a breakthrough of similar proportions with
    Cuba would bring a major reconciliation with Latin America.

    FROM SANTIAGO, I drove out to the town of Guantánamo. There were no road
    signs and no road markings. Cubans say they are waiting for Obama to
    send paint. I passed tractor-trailers crammed with people: Chinese buses
    imported by Raúl have not yet met needs. At Guantánamo slogans abounded:
    "Our duty is to be victorious" and "This is the first trench in the
    anti-imperialist war." From a hill, I could see the control tower of the
    U.S. naval base glimmering in the distance.

    The land before me, and this farther stretch of empty sea, had been
    carved from Cuba at its independence. And now Guantánamo had become
    synonymous with some of the most egregious acts of Bush's war on terror,
    acts that have tarnished America's name. There have been other moments
    of American dishonor over the years in Latin America, from Chile to
    Argentina, where the U.S. told generals it would look the other way.

    Yes, Fidel's communist revolution, at 50, has carried a terrible price
    for his people, dividing the Cuban nation, imprisoning part of it and
    bringing economic catastrophe. But as I gazed from Cuban hills at
    Guantánamo, and considered Obama's incoming administration, I thought
    the wages of guilt might just have found a fine enough balance for good
    sense at last to prevail.

    Roger Cohen, a columnist for The International Herald Tribune and The
    Times, is the author of "Hearts Grown Brutal: Sagas of Sarajevo."



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