#spanish cuba

[omgitsacuban]

Cuban Social vol II nr. 4 (abril 1917)

[snapeysister]

RRaÚL vs "Rawl"

Or "How much 'úl' do you like in your 'Raúl'?

[candela888]

The most common way to say "car" in Spanish and Portuguese

[crowleychild]

guys, you don't know how excruciating it is to be at history class, studying Spanish History, and having to hear the word 'Cuba' like fifty times a class, when all you can think about is x men first class and beach divorce

[longliveblackness]

On this day, 5 November 1843 an enslaved woman called Carlota Lucumi led a slave uprising in Matanzas, Cuba. Brandishing machetes, Lucumi and her co-conspirators summoned other enslaved people with a kettle drum, then killed the cane plantation enslavers before heading to neighbouring plantations and farms to free other enslaved people.

While Lucumi herself was soon executed, the rebellion lasted until the following year, when Spanish colonial authorities succeeded in violently repressing it.

The abolition of slavery in Cuba was eventually achieved in 1886.

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Un día como hoy, 5 de noviembre de 1843 una mujer esclavizada llamada Carlota Lucumí lideró una rebelión de esclavos en Matanzas, Cuba.

Llevando machetes, Lucumí y sus co-conspiradores hicieron un llamado a otros esclavos utilizando un timbal y luego mataron a los escalvizadores de la plantación de caña. Luego se dirigieron a plantaciones y granjas vecinas para liberar a otras personas esclavizadas.

Aunque Lucumí pronto fue ejecutada, la rebelión duró hasta el año siguiente, cuando las autoridades de las colonias Españolas lograron reprimirla de manera violenta.

Eventualmente, se logró la eliminación de la esclavitud en Cuba en 1886.

[detroitlib]

Pile of bones and skulls against a stone wall in a Cuban cemetery. Recorded in ledger: "Bone pile in a cemetary [sic]." Alma Lake. 1898-1899.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

La Amistad, 1839 by unknown

This 1839 oil painting of La Amistad shows the ship off Long Island, New York, next to the USS Washington. The Portuguese were the first and the last to partake in the Transatlantic Slave Trade. The Spanish were also major transatlantic slavers and committed a genocide of the Native Cuban peoples when they colonized Cuba. The Spanish empire enslaved people of African origin and they often depended on others to obtain enslaved Africans and transport them across the Atlantic. Spanish colonies were major recipients of enslaved Africans, with around 22% of the Africans delivered to American shores ending up in the Spanish Empire. The story of the Amistad began in February 1839, when Portuguese slave hunters abducted hundreds of Africans from Mendeland, in present-day Sierra Leone, and transported them to Cuba, then a Spanish colony. Though the United States, Britain, Spain and other European powers had abolished the importation of enslaved peoples by that time, the transatlantic slave trade continued illegally, and Havana was an important trading hub. The Spanish plantation owners Pedro Montes and Jose Ruiz purchased 53 of the African captives as enslaved workers, including 49 adult males and four children, three of them girls. On June 28, Montes and Ruiz and the 53 Africans set sail from Havana on the Amistad (Spanish for “friendship”) for Puerto Principe (now Camagüey), where the two Spaniards owned plantations. Several days into the journey, one of the Africans—Sengbe Pieh, also known as Joseph Cinque—managed to unshackle himself and his fellow captives. Armed with knives, they seized control of the Amistad, killing its Spanish captain and the ship’s cook, who had taunted the captives by telling them they would be killed and eaten when they got to the plantation. In need of navigation, the Africans ordered Montes and Ruiz to turn the ship eastward, back to Africa. But the Spaniards secretly changed course at night, and instead the Amistad sailed through the Caribbean and up the eastern coast of the United States. On August 26, the U.S. brig Washington found the ship while it was anchored off the tip of Long Island to get provisions. The naval officers seized the Amistad and put the Africans back in chains, escorting them to Connecticut.

[illustratus]

The heroic stand of the Rough Riders at the battle of Las Guasimas, Cuba, on 24 June 1898; Colonel Theodore Roosevelt is seen second from left, from Harper's Pictorial History of the War with Spain, Vol. II

by W.A. Rodgers

[halalgirlmeg]

Some white person: If you defend Cuba you should have to live there

Me: *packing my bags before they can even finish and waiting impatiently*

[enbysiriusblack]

remus having to partner up with dorcas in classes they share with slytherin because no other gryffindor students want to partner with a slytherin, other than lily but she always partnered with severus, and the other slytherin students refuse to partner with dorcas. so remus and dorcas become very friendly towards each other and sometimes study together (and with lily if she isn't busy)

and i think during the war when sirius thought remus was the traitor and peter sided with him, and james and lily disagreed with them but also got annoyed at remus thinking sirius was the spy too, dorcas was the only one who actually fully took remus' side. remus staying over at dorcas and marlene's cause he doesn't want to go home simce he knows he'll just fight with sirius. and remus actually telling dumbledore 'no' to going on a mission for the first time after marlene dies cause he wants to be there for dorcas. (war era!marauders is honestly the lesbian couple and their depressed gay bestfriend- they're literally charlotte/cordelia and marvin from falsettos, guys)

[linguisticdiscovery]

Linguists have identified a new English dialect that’s emerging in South Florida, driven by influence from Cuban Spanish

[1st-worldsaver]

I GOT THE FILE

GO WATCH EL HOMBRE DE MAISINICÚ

[arapa1ma]

i started watchign 31 minutos. gelp

obsessed with the gambling addict bunny man. i have so many screenshots of him and im only on like. episode six. of season one. you have no idea

[fieriframes]

[In Cuba, the food we have, it's a mix of different cultures, Spanish, Afro, even French and the Chinese culture.]

[weirdestbooks]

La Colonia de España (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

Dominican Republic was so mad. She was furious and couldn’t believe that Pedro Santana had done this. After everything, after all it took to get her independence from Haiti, to restore her country, he did this to her? Sold her away to their original colonizer?

She was so angry.

She knew they had been having economic issues since her war of independence, but this wasn’t the right way to go about fixing things.

It couldn’t be.

But there was nothing she could do. When she tried to protest it, she was called hysterical and put on house arrest as Pedro Santana put together a bunch of attendants to “teach her what she needed to know as a Spanish Colony.”

Dominican Republic hated it. She didn’t fight for her own independence to be subjected like this, to be dressed up like a pretty little doll for the Kingdom of Spain and Spanish Empire.

She was her own country.

So when the day finally came that she was to meet Spanish Empire, Dominican Republic was ordered to stay in her room, to sit still as she was dressed in a far too fancy dress and prepped like she was a gift to be given to the Spanish Empire.

In a way, she guessed she was.

Dominican Republic nervously scratched at the back of her hand as she waited for the empire to come and collect her, to drag her away from her home and people to be under his command. 

When Spanish Empire entered the room, he entered with a great deal of pomp and confidence. 

“Ah, mi colonia, so wonderful to see you. I am so happy you and your people have come to your senses. I cannot wait until the rest of my colonies do, and our family can be reunited once more,” he said, not even looking at her, just past her to the window. Dominican Republic hated him. She hated the disregard he had for her, the fact that he did not even realize she and her people didn’t like him or this idea.

“Are you sure their people will want to do that?” Dominican Republic asked. Spanish Empire finally turned to face her, gasping a little as he did so. “What?” 

“You look so much like Santo Domingo did,” Spanish Empire said, something soft in his eyes. “I suppose it is fitting that you will now take her name.”

“Take her name? But…I mean, I know I will not be a republic anymore, but can I not keep Dominican as my name?” Dominican Republic asked. Spanish Empire laughed.

“Of course not, chica. You’re my colony now, and therefore, the original and proper name of this island will be restored to it,” Spanish Empire said, placing a possessive hand on Dominican Republic’s shoulder and guiding her out of the room.

“Oh, okay,” Domini—Santo Domingo said, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

“Your brother, the kingdom, will be happy to see you,” Spanish Empire said.

“Brother?” Santo Domingo asked.

“Yes, yes, the Kingdom of Spain, as I am your father now,” Spanish Empire said. Santo Domingo shrunk in on herself.

“Oh…I didn’t realize…” she said. She didn’t realize that this meant she was being adopted.

“Of course you are! Since that Haití killed the son of the first Santo Domingo, and you are his child, you have lost your proper bloodline. I am going to make you my child and return you to the proper bloodline, just like I am returning you to the empire. You will be at peace and happy.” Spanish Empire said.

He seemed…softer when he spoke. He walked with pomp and the egotistical confidence of an empire, but he spoke like a man, like a human, with care and kindness and a sense of loss. 

It wouldn’t bring Santo Domingo to his side. But…she thought she understood him better.

“My people do not want to give up their independence so soon after winning it,” Santo Domingo tried to explain, hoping the empire would understand.

“Of course they do! Everything is better under my flag. You do not need to make up excuses for the rebels that are coming. I know you probably care about them. But I will still have to deal with them via proper means. It will be okay,” he said, causing Santo Domingo to grit her teeth in frustration.

“But—”

“Silencio, leonita. It is time for you to get your new flag. I am…I am so excited to see the flag of Santo Domingo again. Your sister…your sister would be so happy,” Spanish Empire said, guiding her to the flagpole, where they were surrounded by his soldiers. Foreign troops meant to keep her under his control.

“I’m sure she would,” an unfamiliar voice from behind them said. Spanish Empire brightened, turning around and bringing Santo Domingo with him. It was a countryperson who had spoken, another colony of the Spanish Empire. His head was bowed towards Spanish Empire, and Santo Domingo felt her suppressed anger rise, hoping she would not have to do the same.

“Puerto Rico! Leonita, I forgot to mention that your brother and nephew were going to be here. This is Puerto Rico, your brother,” Spanish Empire said, pushing Santo Domingo towards the shorter colony. His face held the dulled flag of the Spanish Empire. Santo Domingo wondered if her’s was about to hold the same.

“Hello, Sister, Father. It is so wonderful that you have rejoined us,” Puerto Rico said. Something about his voice felt fake as if he did not believe what he said. Santo Domingo wondered if she had found an ally.

But it was hard to tell. Puerto Rico’s face remained cheerful, and he always showed submissiveness to his empire, always bowing his head slightly while talking to his father.

Then again, she wasn’t an expert on healthy relationships with fathers.

“And where is Cuba?” Spanish Empire asked. 

“He is coming, Father. He is just ensuring that his volunteer divisions are all in order. He and I both want to see this go off perfectly,” Puerto Rico said with a submissive bow of his head.

Santo Domingo hoped that she would not be expected to do the same.

“Ah, good, good. Shall we wait, then?” Spanish Empire asked.

“Whatever you think is best, Father,” Puerto Rico said, pleasant smile never leaving his face. Spanish Empire hummed.

“Fetch your nephew. I want all of our family here to be present for this,” he said. Puerto Rico nodded and quickly walked away.

“He’s…nice,” Santo Domingo said. Spanish Empire nodded.

“He is very kind. And very reliable,” he said before they fell into an uncomfortable silence. It remained that way until Puerto Rico returned with a taller Spanish colony, who bowed his head at Spanish Empire upon arrival.

“I am sorry for being late, Grandfather, Aunt Santo Domingo,” the colony—who must be Cuba—said.

“It is not a problem. We can begin now!” Spanish Empire then announced. Santo Domingo bowed her head, staring at her feet as she did her best to ignore her independence slipping away, weakening her as invisible chains seemed to clamp to her wrists, binding her to the empire beside her.

Her brain became foggy, and she felt Spanish Empire wrap his arms around her, keeping her in place. She was suddenly so tired, so numb. What was happening?

“Shhh, mijita. It’s just our león from your new flag. You will be okay,” Spanish Empire said, running a gentle hand through her hair. 

“It will be over soon,” Puerto Rico whispered. “Just give in, and it’ll be over with.”

Santo Domingo listened and let the exhaustion overwhelm her, sinking into a comfortable blanket of fog.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Auguste Maillard (French, 1864-1944) Emília de Rovira i Preses, 1928 Arenys de Mar, Catalunya, España According to tradition, Emília Rovira died in 1892, at the age of 32, due to love sickness. It is known for certain that the young woman partied with a young Cuban, Rafael Martínez Ortiz, when he was studying in Barcelona and was often in Arenys, where he had family. But Emilia's parents, who were upper class, did not consent to the union. Rafael left for Cuba, from where he wrote her letters, which never reached the girl because the family intercepted them. Rafael Martínez made a fortune and held important political positions in Cuba. In 1926, taking advantage of a trip to Europe, he moved to Arenys, where he learned of the girl's tragic end. Moved, he had this tomb built to bury Emilia's remains, but the family also opposed it. So the tomb was empty for many years, until, in the year 2000, thanks to the interest of some residents of the village, it was possible to move it, from the family columbarium and finally the remains of the young rest in his grave. The tomb, owned by the City Council, is made of black granite and was made in Paris and bears the signature of Thoin. The bust of Emilia, made in 1928 from a cameo photograph, is the work of an outstanding French sculptor, Auguste Maillard (1864-1944), author of numerous commemorative monuments in France.