Honest Aryan
01-25-2004, 07:52 AM
My fellow racists (Whites only),
Forget? Guardian-BBC wouldn't still be hosing
its Aryan host population with $chomolocau$t crapola
were there not an information underclass that
never yet heard about the bit of their 'heritage'
The Poor Jews never want remembered.
http://www.polandsholocaust.org/memoir2.html
"A Gulag and Holocaust Memoir of Janina Sulkowska-Gladun
The Red Army Invades
--------------------
At 5 a.m. on September 17, 1939, our telephone rang. It was the third
week of war and it had been ringing day and night with urgent messages
for my father Jan in his official capacity - often the only contact I
had with him was running errands for him across the city. Before I
could throw on a housecoat, he had already run from the bedroom, not
waking his wife Natalia, and picked it up. He was quite used to the
routine by now.
On the other end was Starost [chief official of the county] Zaufal,
and a family friend, with some very important news.
'Hello...I'm listening...Yes...When?...Where?...I see...I see--' my
father's voice trailed off chocked with emotion and chronic bronchitis.
Jan Sulkowski slowly hung up. I watched him as a silhouette swaying
against our veranda doors - his gold bracelet glinting in the early
dawn as he cradled his head in a pair of graceful but trembling hands.
He said nothing as he tried to compose himself.
Finally he whispered: 'The Soviet Army has crossed the border...it's
all over...it's the end.'
'Maybe they're coming to help us against the Germans!' I spoke up
trying to bolster our spirits. He just put his arm around me and shook
his head. We both realized that it was all over for Poland. But what
lay in store for the Sulkowski Family?
That day the sound of artillery echoed from the hills east of
Krzemieniec as our lightly-armed Frontier Defense Corps opposed the
Red Army which was pouring across the border with masses of soldiers
and tanks. Locked in mortal combat with the Nazis, we did not
anticipate an attack from that direction and our shock was
considerable. Confusion reigned as to the intent of the Soviet Union,
but Poland was not privy to the secret protocals of the Molotov-
Ribbentrop Pact which would see us divided between our two age-old
enemies: Germany and Russia.
A horror unimaginable by Poles was closing in from both sides, and it
was the last straw for some. That day a single revolver shot in the
Bona Hotel announced the suicide of Senator Siedlicki who also was
Head of the Theosophical Society for Poland. Meanwhile, our British
and French 'allies' confined themselves to dropping leaflets and
issuing threats as casualties in Warsaw surpassed 40,000.
Later that morning my father dispatched a county car to pick up my
sister Wanda and brother Czeslaw from a vaction spot in the country
with friends where they'd been dispatched following the German air
attack on Krzemieniec a few days earlier. Home was now the only place
for the Sulkowski Family to face a dark future - one which would split
our family apart forever.
Greta Garbos and Jewish Collaborators
-------------------------------------
The next morning a nauseating smell of crude burnt fuel and a rumble
of tanks and tractors announced the arrival of the Red Army into our
beautiful town. I ventured into the streets to see what it was all
about.
My introduction to the Red Army were rag-tag soldiers marching out of
step and machinery that constantly broke down leaving a mess of mud
and oil. Even the NKVD officers wore canvass boots and tattered
greatcoats. Though they were well-armed, the Red Army didn't bring
supplies with them, and an occasional soldier would break from the
ranks to make a quick purchase. Their eyes bulged at the amount and
quality of goods in the stores even as they insisted that they had
'plenty of everything in the USSR--including Greta Garbos!' During
their entrance one of the Soviet soldiers slipped from a vehicle and
impaled himself on one of their long four-cornered bayonets - the
Soviets gave him a great funeral. What a contrast to our 12th Ulan
Regiment which paraded on national holidays in beautful uniforms and
maginficent steeds.
The Poles watched the Soviet invaders with a mixture of revulsion and
fear. Not a few of us cried. My brother became so distraught that
shortly after, his hair began to come out in clumps while my little
sister could only ask: 'How could they do this?' But as disconcerting
was the emergence of a local Jewish militia which was friendly to the
Red Army and had made its appearance even before the enemy had marched
in. Armed and organized, its first task was to arrest the students and
Boy Scouts who had been posted as guards with old carbines in some
cases taller than them. The Jews roughed up the shocked youngsters who
had considered their captors as friends and classmates, before turning
them over to the Soviets from whom they had prior directions. What was
the fate of these young Poles? In many cases torture and death. This
Jewish militia would help carry out the Soviet's dirty work during
their occupation. My family and others would fall victim to them.
In town, many Jews and Ukrainians were cheering and ingratiating
themselves with the Soviets. I recognized neighbours and acquaintances
among those who were jostling and searching Poles or eyeing their
property for future theft. Jewish men offered gifts to the Russians
while their wives and daughters kissed their tanks. Among this rabble
were ordinary criminals released from our jail by the NKVD to create
mayhem - one of them, a murderer, appeared at our door demanding my
father pay him 'backwages!' They were all emboldened by posters that
had suddenly appeared urging Ukrainians, Jews, peasants and others to
attack Poles and Polish soldiers with axes and scythes. And the Soviet
officers indicated they would not stand in the way of such slaughter
which was already turning the countryside red with the blood of a
Polish minority outumbered by Ukrainians and Jews. The county of
Krzemieniec was 42% Ukrainian, 35% Jewish and 15% Polish - and an
influx of Jewish refugees, many of them pro-Soviet, would tip the
scales even further against us.
On that day I had my first encounter with a swaggering group of
traitors attired in leather jackets, red armbands or sashes, pistols,
and hatred in their eyes. I beheld classmates among them, including
girlfriends. These mostly young Jews, often well-educated and from
rich or religious families, now addressed each other as 'comrade.'
One of them gestured a slash across the throat at me. Their love for
Communism and Jospeh Stalin knew no bounds - especially human
sacrifice. They were much worse than the blackmailers and denouncers
who emerged among the Jews and who were interested in the jobs or
goods of their Polish victims - such as our neighbour Jozek Kagan,
whose family we helped, but who became an NKVD informer.
Starting as communist sympathisers who flocked to the militia or acted
as spies, these political types would soon graduate into 'agitators,'
administrators and even sadistic interrogators for the Soviets as they
filled positions in the new order. A knowledge of the language and the
local scene, combined with their fanatacism, would be essential to the
NKVD's reign of terror; they eagerly compiled lists and arrested Poles
and Ukrainians - and Jews, whom they considered to be enemies of the
state. They were the ones who on horseback chased my father through
town like an animal, to act as interpreter for their torture victims.
A sizable minority of Polish Jews from all levels collaborated,
usually passively but often actively, with the Soviet occupiers in
their liquidation of Poles in Eastern Poland in 1939-1941. (A
Krzemiencian whose family deportation was headed by a Jew and cheered
by young Jews along the route to the cattle cars, would later testify:
'Jewish society it appears at a rate of 95% or in any case in
overwhelming numbers immedaitely snuggled up to the new Soviet
rulers and worked with them in carrying out the new order. It was
largely through their help that the new order was able to set up
and expand in the occupied territories.')
The Jewish Yizkor (Memorial) Book of Krzemieniec confirms the position
of the Jewish community: 'And yet, the Zionist Hebrews are useful and
faithful subjects of the Soviet regime. And indeed, the Jews adopted
themselves quickly to life under the new regime.'
For many, including my kin, the last sight they had of Poland and
their loved ones, was a cattle car bound for Siberia, and a Jew or
Ukrainian, or both, with a rifle on every wagon."
--
Visit the Cybermuseum of BBC War Crimes at:
http://users.bluecarrots.com/rbisto/BBC/BBC.html
Admission *FREE* - even for libruls!
Forget? Guardian-BBC wouldn't still be hosing
its Aryan host population with $chomolocau$t crapola
were there not an information underclass that
never yet heard about the bit of their 'heritage'
The Poor Jews never want remembered.
http://www.polandsholocaust.org/memoir2.html
"A Gulag and Holocaust Memoir of Janina Sulkowska-Gladun
The Red Army Invades
--------------------
At 5 a.m. on September 17, 1939, our telephone rang. It was the third
week of war and it had been ringing day and night with urgent messages
for my father Jan in his official capacity - often the only contact I
had with him was running errands for him across the city. Before I
could throw on a housecoat, he had already run from the bedroom, not
waking his wife Natalia, and picked it up. He was quite used to the
routine by now.
On the other end was Starost [chief official of the county] Zaufal,
and a family friend, with some very important news.
'Hello...I'm listening...Yes...When?...Where?...I see...I see--' my
father's voice trailed off chocked with emotion and chronic bronchitis.
Jan Sulkowski slowly hung up. I watched him as a silhouette swaying
against our veranda doors - his gold bracelet glinting in the early
dawn as he cradled his head in a pair of graceful but trembling hands.
He said nothing as he tried to compose himself.
Finally he whispered: 'The Soviet Army has crossed the border...it's
all over...it's the end.'
'Maybe they're coming to help us against the Germans!' I spoke up
trying to bolster our spirits. He just put his arm around me and shook
his head. We both realized that it was all over for Poland. But what
lay in store for the Sulkowski Family?
That day the sound of artillery echoed from the hills east of
Krzemieniec as our lightly-armed Frontier Defense Corps opposed the
Red Army which was pouring across the border with masses of soldiers
and tanks. Locked in mortal combat with the Nazis, we did not
anticipate an attack from that direction and our shock was
considerable. Confusion reigned as to the intent of the Soviet Union,
but Poland was not privy to the secret protocals of the Molotov-
Ribbentrop Pact which would see us divided between our two age-old
enemies: Germany and Russia.
A horror unimaginable by Poles was closing in from both sides, and it
was the last straw for some. That day a single revolver shot in the
Bona Hotel announced the suicide of Senator Siedlicki who also was
Head of the Theosophical Society for Poland. Meanwhile, our British
and French 'allies' confined themselves to dropping leaflets and
issuing threats as casualties in Warsaw surpassed 40,000.
Later that morning my father dispatched a county car to pick up my
sister Wanda and brother Czeslaw from a vaction spot in the country
with friends where they'd been dispatched following the German air
attack on Krzemieniec a few days earlier. Home was now the only place
for the Sulkowski Family to face a dark future - one which would split
our family apart forever.
Greta Garbos and Jewish Collaborators
-------------------------------------
The next morning a nauseating smell of crude burnt fuel and a rumble
of tanks and tractors announced the arrival of the Red Army into our
beautiful town. I ventured into the streets to see what it was all
about.
My introduction to the Red Army were rag-tag soldiers marching out of
step and machinery that constantly broke down leaving a mess of mud
and oil. Even the NKVD officers wore canvass boots and tattered
greatcoats. Though they were well-armed, the Red Army didn't bring
supplies with them, and an occasional soldier would break from the
ranks to make a quick purchase. Their eyes bulged at the amount and
quality of goods in the stores even as they insisted that they had
'plenty of everything in the USSR--including Greta Garbos!' During
their entrance one of the Soviet soldiers slipped from a vehicle and
impaled himself on one of their long four-cornered bayonets - the
Soviets gave him a great funeral. What a contrast to our 12th Ulan
Regiment which paraded on national holidays in beautful uniforms and
maginficent steeds.
The Poles watched the Soviet invaders with a mixture of revulsion and
fear. Not a few of us cried. My brother became so distraught that
shortly after, his hair began to come out in clumps while my little
sister could only ask: 'How could they do this?' But as disconcerting
was the emergence of a local Jewish militia which was friendly to the
Red Army and had made its appearance even before the enemy had marched
in. Armed and organized, its first task was to arrest the students and
Boy Scouts who had been posted as guards with old carbines in some
cases taller than them. The Jews roughed up the shocked youngsters who
had considered their captors as friends and classmates, before turning
them over to the Soviets from whom they had prior directions. What was
the fate of these young Poles? In many cases torture and death. This
Jewish militia would help carry out the Soviet's dirty work during
their occupation. My family and others would fall victim to them.
In town, many Jews and Ukrainians were cheering and ingratiating
themselves with the Soviets. I recognized neighbours and acquaintances
among those who were jostling and searching Poles or eyeing their
property for future theft. Jewish men offered gifts to the Russians
while their wives and daughters kissed their tanks. Among this rabble
were ordinary criminals released from our jail by the NKVD to create
mayhem - one of them, a murderer, appeared at our door demanding my
father pay him 'backwages!' They were all emboldened by posters that
had suddenly appeared urging Ukrainians, Jews, peasants and others to
attack Poles and Polish soldiers with axes and scythes. And the Soviet
officers indicated they would not stand in the way of such slaughter
which was already turning the countryside red with the blood of a
Polish minority outumbered by Ukrainians and Jews. The county of
Krzemieniec was 42% Ukrainian, 35% Jewish and 15% Polish - and an
influx of Jewish refugees, many of them pro-Soviet, would tip the
scales even further against us.
On that day I had my first encounter with a swaggering group of
traitors attired in leather jackets, red armbands or sashes, pistols,
and hatred in their eyes. I beheld classmates among them, including
girlfriends. These mostly young Jews, often well-educated and from
rich or religious families, now addressed each other as 'comrade.'
One of them gestured a slash across the throat at me. Their love for
Communism and Jospeh Stalin knew no bounds - especially human
sacrifice. They were much worse than the blackmailers and denouncers
who emerged among the Jews and who were interested in the jobs or
goods of their Polish victims - such as our neighbour Jozek Kagan,
whose family we helped, but who became an NKVD informer.
Starting as communist sympathisers who flocked to the militia or acted
as spies, these political types would soon graduate into 'agitators,'
administrators and even sadistic interrogators for the Soviets as they
filled positions in the new order. A knowledge of the language and the
local scene, combined with their fanatacism, would be essential to the
NKVD's reign of terror; they eagerly compiled lists and arrested Poles
and Ukrainians - and Jews, whom they considered to be enemies of the
state. They were the ones who on horseback chased my father through
town like an animal, to act as interpreter for their torture victims.
A sizable minority of Polish Jews from all levels collaborated,
usually passively but often actively, with the Soviet occupiers in
their liquidation of Poles in Eastern Poland in 1939-1941. (A
Krzemiencian whose family deportation was headed by a Jew and cheered
by young Jews along the route to the cattle cars, would later testify:
'Jewish society it appears at a rate of 95% or in any case in
overwhelming numbers immedaitely snuggled up to the new Soviet
rulers and worked with them in carrying out the new order. It was
largely through their help that the new order was able to set up
and expand in the occupied territories.')
The Jewish Yizkor (Memorial) Book of Krzemieniec confirms the position
of the Jewish community: 'And yet, the Zionist Hebrews are useful and
faithful subjects of the Soviet regime. And indeed, the Jews adopted
themselves quickly to life under the new regime.'
For many, including my kin, the last sight they had of Poland and
their loved ones, was a cattle car bound for Siberia, and a Jew or
Ukrainian, or both, with a rifle on every wagon."
--
Visit the Cybermuseum of BBC War Crimes at:
http://users.bluecarrots.com/rbisto/BBC/BBC.html
Admission *FREE* - even for libruls!