 Mr. So much whiteness caused many problems. In 1898, when the U.S. invaded Puerto Rico, the idea was to set up a colonial government along with the troops, the U.S. sent photographers, experts, writers, and they produced an enormous number of images and books. When you eat, when you fall, when you cheat on your spouse with someone who wears lipstick. Which were meant for distribution in the mainland United States and were meant not just to document and show what was happening in America's new colonies or America's new possessions. When a breeze blows sand, mixed with bogeyrias and cigarette butts left by tears that stick to everything. But also to sell the idea that this was somehow good and beneficial to the United States and that the United States would be lifting this so-called primitive place up and otherwise carrying out good deeds. Newspaper ink when you are reading. As you proceed into the gallery, you see sequences of large photographs, ranging from images that were created in 1898 up until even the 1980s. When you sit on a dusty chair or beneath a tree. If it was photographed and you could see it in a picture, it must be true. And out of that comes the cliche, photographs don't lie. Of course, we know that photographs lie. The stain of grass will never leave you. Museums have always had an agenda behind them. Curatorial point of view, a purpose. And in fact, there are many museums which in the past have served to justify empire, justify the dominance of some people by other people. My gourd is full of seeds. You can make music and be happy again. The question becomes more important now that we're living in a post-marier world where the island is basically destroyed. If you should spill beer or wine or blood. Because the question then becomes if the U.S. took over this place in 1898 with the idea of improving it, what has become of that? You can drink from my gourd. You can eat from my gourd. What has become of that? Don't you think it's beautiful?