A good piece on normalized relations with Cuba by the incomparable Peggy Noonan, with this emphatic close: A closing note: I always thought, life often being unfair, that Fidel Castro would die the death of a happy monster, old, in bed, a cigar jutting out from the pillows, a brandy on the bedside table. My dream the past few years was that this tranquil end would be disturbed by this scene: American tourists jumping up and down outside his window, snapping pictures on their smartphones. American tourists flooding the island, befriending his people, doing business with them, showing in their attitude and through a million conversations which system is, actually, preferable. Castro sees them through the window. He grits his teeth so hard the cigar snaps off. Money and sentiment defeat his life’s work. He leaves the world knowing that in history’s great game, he lost. Open the doors, let America flood the zone and snap those pictures. Fidel! Look this way! Snap. Flash. Gone.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 15:40:59 +0000
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