Blas Roca Calederio, born on July 22 in 1908, was a Cuban communist revolutionary and radical journalist. Roca helped lead the 1933 general strike that ousted Gerardo Machado, and served in Fidel Castro’s revolutionary government.
Born into a poor family, Roca began working at age eleven, shining shoes. According to Castro, Roca was already a prominent communist organizer in the province of Oriente at 21 years old.
At age 25, Roca helped lead a two week general strike that ousted dictator Gerardo Machado. By 1936, he was head of the Cuban Communist Party and began serving as a politican, helping author the 1940 Cuban Constitution.
Under Roca’s leadership, Cuban communists were instrumental in providing an organizational and ideological structure for Castro’s revolution, as well as playing a pivotal role using the party’s long-standing ties with the Soviet Union to promote increasingly closer ties during the early days of the revolution.
In 1961, Blas Roca, leading a party delegation, presented a Cuban flag to Nikita Khrushchev during a meeting of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Roca served on the first central committee and politburo of the new Communist Party of Cuba, founded in 1965.
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anhedonia the last two days. that thin wall of ice between me & the world around me, senses feeling dulled & distant witnessing things that might otherwise be beautiful. “meaning” as far off abstraction rather than felt reality. hopefully it’ll be a little better tomorrow
Empathize so hard. That’s the worst, you see a sunset, you recognize it’s remarkably beautiful, something that might even have brightened an otherwise shitty day, and just… nothing
exactly. today it was flowers in the park, the cool architecture by where i work, the view from the rooftop cafe at my job. all did nothing at all.
