Translation

To all of humanity, to the mothers of the world, to Doctors Without Borders, to journalists with dignity, to governments that still believe in justice:
My name is Millions. I have no known nicknames nor important accusations. I am an ordinary Cuban. A daughter, a sister, a patriot. And I write this with a torn soul and trembling hands, because what my people are experiencing today is not a crisis. It is a slow, calculated, and coldly executed assassination from Washington.
And the world looks the other way.

DENUNCIATION FOR MY GRANDPARENTS:
I denounce that in Cuba, there are elderly people who die young because the blockade prevents them from receiving medicines for the heart, blood pressure, and diabetes. It is not a lack of resources. It is a deliberate prohibition. Companies that want to sell to Cuba are fined, persecuted, and threatened. Their governments are silent. And meanwhile, a Cuban grandfather clutches his chest and waits. Death does not warn. The blockade does.

DENUNCIATION FOR MY CHILDREN:
I denounce that there are incubators in Cuba that must have been Power plants shut down due to a lack of fuel. That there are newborns fighting for their lives while the US government decides which countries can sell us oil and which cannot. That there are Cuban mothers who have seen their children’s lives threatened because an order signed in a Washington office is worth more than the cry of a baby 90 miles off their coast.
Where is the international community? Where are the organizations that so strongly defend childhood? Or do Cuban children not deserve to live?

DENOUNCING INTENTIONAL HUNGER:
I denounce that the blockade is programmed hunger. It’s not that there’s a lack of food just because. It’s that they prevent us from buying it. It’s that ships with food are persecuted. Bank transactions are blocked. It’s those companies that sell us grains, chicken, and milk that are sanctioned.
The hunger in Cuba is not an accident. It is a state policy of the US government, refined over 60 years, updated by each administration, intensified by Donald Trump, and executed with zeal by Marco Rubio.
They call this “pressure”. “Economic,” I call it terrorism fueled by hunger.

DENUNCIATION BY MY DOCTORS:
I denounce that our doctors, the same ones who saved lives during the pandemic while the whole world crumbled, today have no syringes, no anesthesia, no X-ray equipment. Not because we don’t know how to produce them. Not because we lack talent. But because the blockade prevents us from accessing supplies, parts, and technology.
Our scientists created five vaccines against COVID-19. Five. Without anyone’s help. Against all odds. Against blockade and lies. And yet, the empire punishes us for having succeeded.

TO THE WORLD I SAY:
Cuba is not asking you for charity.
Cuba is not asking you for soldiers.
Cuba is not asking you to love us.
Cuba is asking for justice. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I ask that you stop normalizing the suffering of my people.
I ask that you call the blockade by its name: A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY.

I ask that you not be deceived by the tale of “Dialogue” and “democracy” while they tighten their grip on our necks.

We don’t want charity. We want to be LEFT TO LIVE.

To the complicit governments that remain silent:
History will hold you accountable.
To the lying media:
The truth always finds cracks.
To the executioners who sign sanctions:
The Cuban people do not forget and do not forgive.

To those who still have humanity in their hearts:
Look at Cuba. See what they are doing to it. And ask yourself: Which side of history do I want to be on?
From this small island, with a giant city,
A Cuban woman on foot who refuses to surrender.

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I don’t care if you never share anything.

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This is not a picture of a sunset. Sun.

This is not sensational news.
This is not just another opinion.
This is a SCREAM. And screams are not kept to themselves. LISTENING. They REPLICATE. They BECOME A MULTITUDE.
I’m not asking for a like today. I’m asking you to use your thumbs for something bigger than scrolling.

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So that the world knows there is no crisis in Cuba.
There is a CRIME.

So that mothers in other countries know that here, there are babies fighting in incubators, silenced by the blockade.
So that grandparents in other lands know that here there are elderly people dying waiting for medication that Washington won’t let in.
So that the complicit governments feel ashamed.
So that the lying media has no way to escape.
So that the executioners know that WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED.
One person sharing this doesn’t change the world.
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