I'm sorry I'm just having a little trouble right now with this Cuba thing, where it's this horrible place of no freedom and no rights and all dictator tyranny and it's an island and at the south-east tip of the island that Cuba is there's an American military base where Iraqi and Afghani and other brown people are taken and tortured and reprogrammed and who really knows what else they have done to them or even who they are all of them. And Cuba is a bad place. But there's an American military base there. What it reminds of for no reason I can discern is this thing I read one time by this guy who was in other respects pretty much an outlaw or a biker renegade or whatever and he was talking about when he was a kid and how his dad was fucking his sister and both his mom and dad were beating up him and his brothers and his sisters and then there was this argument of some kind and everything got critical and volatile and his sister came out of the back of the house where the bedrooms were and she had this used condom held dangling from her hand and even though it was something everyone in the family knew they all had the ability to live as though they didn't really and also there's a natural thing I think of living when you depend on food and shelter coming from whatever it is that becomes exempt in some ways, it requires a sacrifice, a risk of everything, and what he was saying is his sister took that risk no going back this is it, all her shame and the little bit of comfort denial gave her she threw it right out into the sun and no going back this was it, the nucleus of the family was broken open and would never get repaired.
I don't know why, but Cuba and Guantanamo remind me of that.
Today.
I don't know why, but Cuba and Guantanamo remind me of that.
Today.