In this post, here, we remarked that there are, as I write this, thousands of Cuban exiles in the streets of Miami, dancing and celebrating the disappearance of the tyrant.
We should remark, also, that if only they could, there would be millions in the streets all around Cuba doing the very same thing.
Instead, we have the irony of Castro’s brother, Raul, declaring nine days of “mourning,” all while, inwardly and secretly, the Cuban people mock the sentiment. With grave faces, they’re giddy, smiling, grinning, laughing … envisioning a very real light at the end of a very long tunnel. A light that they could only imagine before.