Jorge JE Gracia a Bachelor of Arts and Sciences in 1960 at the St. Thomas Military Academy in La Habana. Between 1960 and 1961 began to study architecture at the University of Havana and art at the Academy of San Alejandro. In 1965 he studied philosophy at Wheaton College and a Master's degree in that discipline at the University of Chicago in 1966. Ph.D. in Philosophy from the University of Toronto in 1971. Professor Jorge JE Gracia has worked medieval philosophy, hermeneutics, metaphysics and English American thought. Is Distinguished Professor of State University of New York at Buffalo and member of the American Philosophical Association. Tireless writer and lecturer, has over twenty published titles. He founded the Committee for Hispanics in Philosophy.
, but not much else. Can you tell us about yourself, where you were born, when and why he came to the U.S.?
was born in a village in the northern province of Camagüey, called Chambas near Morón. My great-grandfather father had squandered his fortune, rich always lived in the house knocked down to build the Masonic Center at Carlos III. And my grandfather, who was a physician, pharmacist, and a member of Congress, had no brains for business and died at 46 of cancer, got into an inland village where he had gone to treat poor people after saying that the policy was dirty (idealism comes from that side of the family). I guess he was trying to compensate for the good life that my grandfather was born. What little my grandfather left the family, was taken by the partner who had a shop. Yet the Grace (the mother was Dubie, of French origin and pretensions of high culture) were educated, and my father, who wanted to be a doctor, pharmacist had to be lack of resources. When received had two options: starve in Havana or make money in the field. He went to the field and made a fortune. And there, in Chambas, I was born on 18 July 1942.
When I was two years old, my father sold the pharmacy and bought a farm and went to Camaguey, then to an orange grove in Ceballos and later to the beach, near Havana. My brother, who was in charge of the colony in Central Steward, died in an accident and went back to live for two years in Ciego de Avila, Calle Independence, a half block from the park. From there to Havana. My father died in 1957 of a heart attack when I was 14. Marist started the Viper by continuity, since it had been in the Marist in Ciego de Avila. That determined where we live in Havana. But after my father died, I entered the St. Thomas Military Academy in the Country. From there to the University of Havana, in architecture. In the first year after the Pigs fiasco, I could not return to the University because it was signed. The only alternative was to leave Cuba. My mother did not want to leave because my grandmother was still alive, and my sister was married to a man who at that time agreed with Castro. I went alone on the last ferry to West Palm Beach. I was in Miami a couple of days and then I went to Jacksonville to live with Inclán, because a friend and classmate of the son, Alberto. Return to Miami for a couple of months to learn a little English and then to college in Wheaton. The details of the story is long, but this is the concise version.
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was born in a village in the northern province of Camagüey, called Chambas near Morón. My great-grandfather father had squandered his fortune, rich always lived in the house knocked down to build the Masonic Center at Carlos III. And my grandfather, who was a physician, pharmacist, and a member of Congress, had no brains for business and died at 46 of cancer, got into an inland village where he had gone to treat poor people after saying that the policy was dirty (idealism comes from that side of the family). I guess he was trying to compensate for the good life that my grandfather was born. What little my grandfather left the family, was taken by the partner who had a shop. Yet the Grace (the mother was Dubie, of French origin and pretensions of high culture) were educated, and my father, who wanted to be a doctor, pharmacist had to be lack of resources. When received had two options: starve in Havana or make money in the field. He went to the field and made a fortune. And there, in Chambas, I was born on 18 July 1942.
When I was two years old, my father sold the pharmacy and bought a farm and went to Camaguey, then to an orange grove in Ceballos and later to the beach, near Havana. My brother, who was in charge of the colony in Central Steward, died in an accident and went back to live for two years in Ciego de Avila, Calle Independence, a half block from the park. From there to Havana. My father died in 1957 of a heart attack when I was 14. Marist started the Viper by continuity, since it had been in the Marist in Ciego de Avila. That determined where we live in Havana. But after my father died, I entered the St. Thomas Military Academy in the Country. From there to the University of Havana, in architecture. In the first year after the Pigs fiasco, I could not return to the University because it was signed. The only alternative was to leave Cuba. My mother did not want to leave because my grandmother was still alive, and my sister was married to a man who at that time agreed with Castro. I went alone on the last ferry to West Palm Beach. I was in Miami a couple of days and then I went to Jacksonville to live with Inclán, because a friend and classmate of the son, Alberto. Return to Miami for a couple of months to learn a little English and then to college in Wheaton. The details of the story is long, but this is the concise version.
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