If you’re a Cuban woman in Miami, maybe you heard Camila Cabello’s new single “Havana” for the first time and groaned. Or maybe you teared up when your mom said “she could relate” to the song’s chorus: Havana, ooh na-na / Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na.
“Havana,” the newest single off Cabello’s upcoming debut album, The Hurting, The Healing, The Loving, is a love letter to the singer’s hometown of Cojimar, Cuba just outside Havana. On the surface, “Havana” is a pop song about a sexy, whirlwind affair with a mysterious lover upon a brief trip to the island. In the greater context of the American gaze on Cuba after over 60 years of stalemate, however, “Havana” allows a new generation to imagine Cuba for itself.
This isn’t Cabello’s first nod to Cuba through music. Earlier this year, she appeared on J Balvin’s and Pitbull’s “Hey Ma” for The Fate of the Furious soundtrack. The music video was filmed in Havana, and Cabello sings proudly atop an antique Chevy while Pitbull raps: Pa’lante con la libertad de Cuba / y que la isla entera suba—ahead with Cuba’s freedom / let the whole island rise.
In the way of outdated Cuban tropes in American imagination, “Havana” really has it all. There’s the single’s cover art, in which Cabello looks pretty much exactly like Penelope Cruz in the poster for Almodóvar’s Volver , embodying the gorgeous Latin bombshell look originated in Spain. Then there’s the Latin lover — charming yet “malo”—as her subject, who whisks Cabello away from Young Thug and her fated trip back to east Atlanta and away from the allure of making out on top of the 1950s Chevys that litter the Instagrams of every white person who has ever visited Cuba.
Since President Obama first announced his resolution to normalize relations with Cuba after decades of standoff in 2014, Americans have looked again and again to Cuba for culture — hungry to sink their teeth back into an island that has struggled to define its political identity for centuries. One can’t help but think of the Chiquita Banana commercials of the 1950s that equate a key export crop and American investment to the Caribbean female body, both objects to be reaped by the just and deserving colonizer.
Two years later, all manner of American enterprises have been taking advantage of relaxed travel and trade policies (that is, until President Trump actually follows through with his muddy Cuba plans). Aerie’s Besitos de Habana campaign replaces the Chiquita Banana of yester-century with five slender (mostly white) American models riding Vespas through Old Havana with their cute bralettes and half-assed inclusivity. (Then, there’s this mess.)
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