OTW: Bienvenidos a Miami Part 1

(6 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

now cross posted at Wild Wild Left (warts and all…lol)

OTW =  Off the Wall .. my series, the first of which is here, having to do with multi-cultural and diversity topics.

NOTE: I decided to make this Part One because I had entirely too much fun googling related topics & pics, and I got a little lost sidetracked. Lol. I have a certain direction I want to take this, but it may take me another week to actually get there! So there will be a Part Two (at least). Thanks for your patience. Heh.

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In 1960, when the first wave of Cuban refugees arrived in droves in Miami Florida, I was about 4 years old. So were a number of Cuban children who would become my classmates, age-mates, rivals and friends. I was just a regular ol’, you know, American. My WASP Dad was from Ohio and my Irish Mom, western Massachusetts. Miami was, at the time, a blend of New England transplants, retired New York Jews (Miami Beach), and more. I was considered a bit of a rarity in that I was actually born there, a “native”. The huge intake of hundreds of thousands of Cubans in such a short period of time had quite an impact on the city. Since I was only 4 at the time, what do I know? But trust me, it did.

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I grew up alongside these kids as they learned English and American. I attended small private Catholic schools which had a higher percentage of Cubans, I suspect, than public schools, I had many Cuban playmates, neighbors and classmates. I don’t really recall having any particular bias or prejudice in those younger years.

I remember riding bikes and skimming puddles with Alina from up the block. And let me tell you, if Alina’s Mom was making croquetas that day, I was there! And Mercedes who was the class Brain in 5th grade. And Carlos, the star basketball player and hottie. Lol. And Angie (real name = Maria de la Posada de los Angeles) whose ability to dance to Wipe Out was just … legendary. Of course I learned a little bit of survival street Spanish, i.e. some cusswords. I always thought albondigas sounded dirty.

Somehow, as high school days grew more social, I started to fall more into the typical local anglo attitude… the idea that Cubans, well, they were fine and all, but… why do they have to be so…. Loud? And clique-ish? And omg the boys…. Stay away from them!!! (vultures!) And the girls, with all their make-up and platform heels and stylish edge, so ….. well … trendy and…. vain. Boisterous. “cubanasa”

I should try to explain cubanasa. Havent found it with the google, it’s only from memory just yet, but I’ll work on it. It’s kind of… uber-Cuban. I hope it’s not derogatory or offensive. And BTW, Gloria was so NOT…that. lol.  

UPDATE 2/5/10: Haved checked in with my Cuban “consultant” who clarifies for us:

“A Cubanasa is the quintessential 8th street cuban.  The Cubanasa is loud in dress, voice, and opinion.  The Cubanasa never adapted to anything American and if you had a Cubanasa relative she was very embarrassing.  If you were just the opposite and totally adapted to the American way (so much so that you might ‘pass’ as non-Cuban) then you were referred to as a Cubana Arepentida.”

Now, there are things I learned and understand and know now as an adult but I am talking about this as I experienced it as a teenager mostly. For the most part, the Cubans who arrived with that First Wave were the affluent elites, highly educated and professional, upper class. For the most part. They carved out their niche in Miami (oh noez they’re talking over!) and fared very well in business and other areas.  They followed a pattern that is typical of a refugee influx of first wavers and brought with them a rich vibrant culture.

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While it is safe to say that all migration flows initiated after the revolution have had a decidedly political character, they can be categorized into separate waves. In each wave migrants had a distinct historical motivation for leaving the island and were received in a different socioeconomic and political context from that of other waves. As Figure 21 reveals, a majority of the Cubans who arrived after 1959 came during six distinct periods (Grenier and Pérez 2003).

The first wave of 270,000 Cubans arrived immediately after the revolution and the Cuban Missile Crisis, from 1959 to 1964. The second wave of about 300,000 arrived during the ‘freedom flights’, from 1965 to 1973. Table 2 shows that the 1965-73 cohort was socioeconomically less privileged that the directly postrevolutionary wave (1959-64).

More technical workers, such as skilled manual workers, and fewer professionals arrived in the 1965-73 cohort than in the earlier group. Only 22 percent of the second wave have household incomes of $50,000 or to those of the Cubans who arrived earlier (García 1996).

SOURCE:

Pdf; interesting report: Anti-Castro Political Ideology among Cuban Americans

in the Miami Area: Cohort and Generational Differences

I might have remained in that ever so American mindset… a subtle resentment that I couldn’t get a summer job as a sales clerk at Burdine’s because you had to be bi-lingual, or some of those other classic reactions that generally lead to more discord, competition, and anger. Conflict.

The fact that I did not follow that course intellectually,  emotionally, or socially, can be attributed to one person. Maria. (not her real name of course).

TO BE CONTINUED

Algunos nacen bajo una estrella; otrs estrellado

(Some are born under a star; others smacked by the stars.) ~Cuban proverb

Meantime, I just have to share this video. Please understand I am laughing my head off. This… well… it kind of says it all. As to Gloria, I’m foreshadowing now, I’ll talk a little bit about her in Part 2.

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  1. for posting that. lol. And to make up for it… here.

    • Diane G on February 4, 2010 at 10:20 pm

    ever since talking to you, I was hoping you would write this!!! (these)

    • Edger on February 4, 2010 at 11:05 pm

    float pictures right or left, i.e. have the text wrap around them, take a look in here: HTML Help 😉

    • RiaD on February 5, 2010 at 12:15 am

    wow! this takes me back….

    i spent several formative years in and around miami, coconut grove, cutler ridge & way down in redlands & homestead.

    looking forward to your next edition….

    • Edger on February 5, 2010 at 12:21 am

    Cowboys and Bathing Suits

  2. sorry Im so html challenged! I used to kickass in Pagemake, youd never know it now. ANyway it looks better now.

    I thought i might try to insert this instead of the extra gloria

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  3. Hay mas?  Por favor, puedo leerla.

    • Robyn on February 5, 2010 at 2:11 am

    …having traveled by thumb across the country searching for a warm spot for the winter (we eventually ended up in Mexico).  Tom Vines and I had to raise some money quickly, so we got jobs at a car wash in Coral Gables.  We lived on the top floor of a bordello across the street from the Hav-a-Tampa plant just north of downtown Miami.

    Vines’ job at the car wash was driving cars onto the line.  My job was to pump gas.  All of the vacuumers, rag men, and detailers were black and the owner was a fat racist white man.  He employed no Cubans and we were the only white employees because he wouldn’t trust the black guys with our jobs and he wouldn’t hire Cubans because “at least the blacks spoke English”.

    We got out of town as soon as we had enough money.  Maybe we left a little sooner than that.  We got really drunk one night and didn’t show up for work on time…just went and picked up our checks.

  4. multiculturales. Siempre pienso que nuestra salvacion verdadera vendra con la gente diferente. La esperanza de cambios politicos posiblemente puede venir mas rapido con la influencia que traen nuestros inmigrantes. Si a ellos les gusta o no (los viejos politicos blancos en D.C.), el futuro de nuestro pais sera de un ambiente intelectual e emocional diferente.

    I hope I didn’t screw up too much. I haven’t written in Espanol for quite awhile. Obviously, I don’t have accent marks etc.

    Thanks LL

  5. on a major exploration looking for Cuban American musicians other then Gloria. Found some old and new ones. La Lupe 1939-1992, was born in cuba and was kicked out During the revolution. she is the queen of Latin soul. A new discovery for me. She went to NY rather then Miami. She would be in the first wave.

    Here’s a modern Cuban American singer I liked..

     

    • Tesser on February 7, 2010 at 7:01 pm

    I love these pictures and they bring back so many memories.  Thanks for the posting.  

    Some folks have said that there has never been a class of refugees who were as educated and formerly affluent as the cubans who arrived  in Miami in 1964.

    I remember my aunt, whose parents were part of the largest Rum company in Cuba, eating refugee program issued peanut butter because “eso me lo dieron por gratis”.  

    This was very funny  because Peanut Butter was absolutely NOT part of our cuban diet.  My aunt, whose family had been able to get money out of Cuba years before the revolution,  eating it because it was free was totally counter intuitive.  

    I should have expected it though as Cubans, are especially known in the Caribbean for their resourcefulness and, are also incapable of resisting a good deal.

    Tess

    • Tesser on February 12, 2010 at 6:18 pm

    I am also thrilled to have found her!!   Tess

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