It doesn't substance that Roman Dmowski He died in 1939, and the Warsaw uprising broke out in 1944. His discipline – a sober way of looking at politics – lived and lived then and today. Thanks to what he wrote, we learned to analyse the political situation, realize our position and look at the planet through the prism of the nation. Endects then and present remained critical of this rabble. They respect the insurgents who fought bravely against Germany. The harshest assessments are the ones that led to the explosion, bloody course and defeat of the Warsaw Uprising.
Roman Dmowski in “Polish politics and reconstruction of the state” he wrote: “How many people in 3 generations listened to patriotic words of songs: emergence Poland, break the shackles. Today, your triumph or your death. As for me, those words offend my deepest feelings, my moral sense. The man who in this case thinks what he sings is simply a criminal. The thought of Poland dying is simply a crime. It may be a work to anyone, to hazard everything that is his individual property, to quit his assets, to quit his life in sacrifice. But the existence of Poland is to be risked, its future must not be lost either by an individual, or by organizing any, or even a full generation. due to the fact that Poland is not owned by 1 or another Pole, 1 or another camp, or even 1 generation. It belongs to the full chain of generations, all those that were and will be. A man who risks being a nation is like a player who sits at a green table with another people's money." Don't you feel like we're repeating history?
Just like Roman Dmowski lived on the words “Warsaw”, so I live to hear happy songs about the uprising in 1944. The indulgences performed on the anniversary of the Warsaw Uprising rise my sincere aversion. I cannot realize why politicians and celebrities grin on the anniversary of Warsaw's funeral. What are they celebrating?
"Every boy wants to be hurt...
Paramedics – morbid virgins,
And erstwhile you get hit by a yak,
Ask the woman to give you a kiss, hey!”
They surely wanted to lose their legs, their arm, their ear, or their eyesight. Or find the body of your girlfriend, your wife, your parent or your children. Before the tv and radio play jumping songs like the 1 mentioned, or "Michla Palace". Before there are tresses, applause and lies – that it was worth it – let's think about what happened.
At the time of the outbreak in Warsaw, the city had about 1,000,000 inhabitants. W About 16,000 Polish soldiers died from the German occupation, about 200,000 Polish civilians died. Polish children died. Young people who were expected to make national foundations of Poland after 1945 died. They were to make them—not Bermany! quite a few people have become crippled. About 1 3rd of the victims were killed due to cruel mass murders committed by German troops and their collaborators, including Ukrainians, who murdered about 63,000 residents of Warsaw Wola in early August 1944. Mass killings on civilians besides occurred in another districts specified as: Służewiec, Mokotów, Marymont, Powiśle, Sadyba, Czerniaków. The treasures of national culture have disappeared – our monuments, museums, churches, infrastructure, industry, collections.
In detail, the state of demolition was as follows: 100% bridges; industrial buildings' cubature 90%; historical buildings (including churches) 90%; cultural facilities' cubature 95%; wellness facilities' cubature 90%; education facilities' cubature 70%; housing houses 72.1%. We lost the Royal Castle. We lost the capital.
Poles, as I mentioned, died about 200,000. Germans about 1,600. The uprising met the political goals of Germany better than ours – Polish.
Our nation doesn't request any more dead bodies. Let lying supporters of insurrectional madness halt talking about the necessity of moisturizing our land with Polish blood! We gotta halt lying statements that we have proven something to the world. We are usually a tool or a problem for another countries. The planet then had and has Poles present where the back ends its noble name. Poland is only needed and only I have Poles. Sometimes you gotta die for your country, but more crucial to live wisely for it. We must not repeat these unforgivable errors and halt listening to strangers whispers about the necessity of fighting “for our freedom and your freedom” or “Christ of the nations.” Sobriety and honest reasoning about politics must be promoted. Let's yet get free of this bloody insurrectional poisoning and messianism!
Editor of “Arts and Nation” Tadeusz Gajcy – so wisely reminded by a friend Arkadius Mixa – he wrote most likely the day before his death in the uprising a poem that portrays much more wisely what was happening than the songs he recalls ...
*** Holy cook from Hipci
‘Holy cook from Hipci
All Saints, hey, let's eat!
In heaven feast: Polish guts
Right out of the gutters.
Kilinski!
Saltesons full bowl,
Fresh, crispy
They odor like dead bodies:
It's from the Forest!
To mating, to saints, to mating,
Eat Christ
Nations!”
Photo by New Year's Eve Braun We see Balinese alina kneeling before the grave of his 15-year-old brother killed in the uprising. Is there a song about it?
Łukasz Jastrzeżski
