I know people from all over the world have gotten bent out of shape about some older (now deleted, though NOT because of their content) posts on this site in which I have made reference to the concept of niggerdom, and have referred to myself as a sand-nigger and right-wing hate-speech firebrand Michelle Malkin as a rice-nigger.  And as of today, I regret having removed those posts, as I feel that they were extremely important.  Alas, at the time I had wanted to take the site in a different direction, and the posts were removed to reflect that change.  The issue with those posts was stylistic, and not in any way related to the content.  I’m sure the content pissed people off, as it should.  Those words are meant to be painful, meant to incite emotion, like a thought-guided smart-bomb.

As many of you know, part of my ethnic background is Polish.  I usually don’t talk about it very much as, generally, it isn’t all that interesting, and the history of the Polish people is pretty depressing.  I think it was Pope John Paul II who said “…the plight of the Polish people is suffering,” or something to that effect.  I certainly know from my own family that this would ring true to many in the Polish community.

Growing up, the ONLY acceptable racial joke was the “Polack” joke, and I heard them regularly.  Polish jokes, like the majority of fucked-up racist humor, pretty much revolve around how stupid and backward Poles are.  For most of my youth, I was extremely ashamed of that part of my heritage and would deny and attempt to hide that facet of my background.  It wasn’t until later that I started to put the various pieces of my ethnicity together, eventually drawing a picture of suffering at the hands of bigotry from almost every angle.  It was because of this, along with my family’s history during the Ha’Shoah that I became increasingly sensitive to bigotry in all its forms.

Over the years I’ve become less and less ashamed of being Polish, though I still rarely talk about it.  It always seems as though there just isn’t much to be PROUD of there (other than having, quite possibly the best Pope in the history of Catholicism to call our own).  So when I see things like this, it is quite a notable event, and yeah, it makes me proud to be Polish, and consequently proud of what good people are capable of achieving despite suffering under the boot-heel of bigotry/niggerdom.

The Bielski Partisans

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

As I’ve said before and will likely repeat many times during my remaining days on this planet:  If niggerdom hasn’t got to you yet, don’t worry it will.  It is waiting, watching, and nobody is immune to it, eventually it will find you.  In short, until none of us are niggers, we all are.  There is only one destination at which this road arrives, and we would all do well to remember it.