Reposted from the original post date of 4/14/2014 because my thoughts and observations still hold after my fourth trip, with a few additions and updated thoughts after digging even deeper.
Dear Cuba:
I love you! After my third trip to visit, I am even more in love than the first time I set foot on your shores. I love your passion for standing tall against the US and the "normal" unbalanced relationship most Caribbean islands have with it. I still love the ideals you have tried to maintain since the Revolution. I do wish you could be a bit more open and give your citizens more freedom to make their way. I have witnessed the energy and drive of your people and believe given the permission and a little help they would be able to help you with your economic woes. I wish my country wasn't so threatened by you and could just let you be. I wish the Cuban-Americans could just get over their anger and let policy normalize and see what happens.
But more than all those political and economic issues, I love your strength. Your people are solid and strong. I love your music. There is a beat to every footstep in your streets and the music playing everywhere adds energy to everything. And I love that the music has so many ethnic roots. I love your vibrant rainbow of skin colors from white to black, with 36 gradations recognized along the way. I love that a group of boys hanging on the Malecon might have a very pale blond boy, a very black one and few of other shades. I learned that its not that simple and of course, you, like all lands with slave holding history, still haven't quite figured out how to erase race, but still a walk down any street in Havana had so many diverse faces,which is a delight for a portrait photographer like me. Surely with some more of the new dialogue on race and work to show more positive images of Afro-Cubans, you will be able to rise to be an almost racially neutral country.