On the First and Other Worlds I’ve Known

On the First and Other Worlds I've Known
September 3, 2014
Martin Guevara*

HAVANA TIMES — In the course of years – and for different reasons – I've
ended up living in First, Second and Third World countries. The first
label continues to refer to developed capitalist countries, the second
was used to refer to developed or quickly developing socialist nations
and the third is still used to describe underdeveloped or slowly
developing societies.

Though these categories are rather vague and broad-encompassing, as
evidenced by the fact that Brazil and Bangladesh (or the United States
and Luxembourg) are placed in the same sack, there were a number of
subtle but concrete characteristics that the nations in these groups shared.

Many of the differences, contradictions and ironic situations one came
across in these countries struck me as flagrant, funny and curious.
There was one bit of irony whose evident, I dare say chromatic
repercussions proved impossible to hide and which struck me was
particularly curious. Today, when the revolutionary enthusiasm of those
days has all but dissipated (though the growling of some dinosaurs can
still be heard), it continues to prove eminently dramatic.

The countries whose national selections have no foreign athletes – not
even athletes from neighboring countries – are generally those that went
through the dictatorial experiments headed by the former USSR, including
the republics that made up that sordid union.
The only European countries whose national soccer selections have no
immigrants are those which were once allegedly the champions of
universal solidarity among the world's proletariat.

England, France, Portugal, Austria, Belgium, Holland, Germany and even
Italy (which first resisted the opening of its borders) all count
foreign immigrants as their children. The Russians only have Russians,
the Poles only Poles, the Serbs do not even have Croatian players, the
Hungarians only Magyars. The same holds for the Bulgarians, Latvians and
Estonians, not to mention the former Soviet republics.

Not one foreign player – let alone one from the United States – can be
found on Cuba's baseball teams. Dominican teams also tend not to mingle
with players from around the neighborhood. By contrast, US teams have
some of Cuba's and the Dominican Republic's best players.

Judging from the players' appearances, one could venture a superficial
observation and conclude that a baseball player's class background is of
no importance to investors, who are rather inclined to select the
genetic makeup they feel can guarantee a handful of good homeruns. This
gives the working class a clear advantage, just as other classes have
advantages in a game such as chess, where managers seek players who are
more prone to dealing check-mates than knock-outs or homeruns.

From the overwhelming contrast between the immigrants from these two
different societies, one could infer that the proletariat might be
interested in things other than those were taught at our lobotomizing
academies for ideological indoctrination – things that have more to do
with pleasure, comfort, vanity, idleness, rest and leisure, the shames
of virtue.

Real socialism, the socialist revolution, the dictatorship of the
proletariat – these appear to have been, not only failed absurdities, a
protracted experience of oppression that knew no parallel, having been
born of a misguided, illusory and impossible premise, but also the
greatest scam and joke that the needy have ever been subjected to,
recalling the way in which Rome went from being Jesus' executioner to
his most fervent defender.

At the very least, it is altogether curious how there isn't a single
representative of the capitalist proletariat who, having emigrated to
any of the former socialist nations, or those that still painstakingly
remain afloat, for political reasons, or stayed in those countries a
minute longer than they had to after being allowed to return to their
place of origin, or how none of their descendants chose to stay in these.

It is curious that no waves of US citizens ever requested asylum in the
Soviet Union, North Korea or Cuba, and I am not referring to wealthy
individuals but to the many homeless and exploited people there. There
are also (of course) no English, French or Spanish protesters who want
to spend a single day as a Cuban, ex-Soviet, Polish or Vietnamese citizen.

Not even Africa's poor, subjected to the most precarious living
conditions, ever set their sights on the borders of the worker and
peasant homelands (such as the former Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Romania or
Algiers, Angola, Mozambique and Ethiopia, when these experienced
socialist revolutions). Nor did Guatemalans, Costa Ricans, Salvadorians
or Mexicans make any attempt to illegally enter the paradise of the
humble that Nicaragua was declared to be, nor did Pakistanis or Indians
ever flock to the Soviet Republics.

Such figures find a stark contrast in the overwhelming number of people
who, despite the hardships colonialism caused them in their countries or
ethnic groups of origin, not only do not condemn the metropoli one bit
but descend upon them like flies on intestinal residues.

We can come to one of two possible conclusions.

Either these two tpyes of societies are very different from what we were
taught, or human beings – the proletariat included, and particularly –
aren't that different from a perishable and slightly useful mechanical
instrument made of plastic, impermeable to any moral precept.

At any rate, it would seem human beings, including the working class,
having both time and freedom of choice, do not aim at destroying the
bourgeoisie, distributing goods fairly and promoting moral incentives
and class solidarity, but rather end up sympathizing with options that
include respect for the individual, freedom of opinion and movement and
also become – why not – rather unconditional supporters of having a few
bucks in their pockets, substitutes for eternal love and universal
peace, which seem to be taking their time to get here.
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