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Are Polish People Racist? [1037]
I agree with Eurola, most people are racist to some extent. Many of us are afraid of the
unknown.
When I was a child we lived in Chicago in an area that had a lot of different nationalities.
My little brother's best friends were Chinese, they called my brother by his Polish name
not the American version. Everyone was nice to each other as we were all immigrants. We never had problems socializing with people of different color.
Years later my parents moved near Humbolt Park, the area was changing, had a mixture of Polish and Spanish families, everyone was nice to each other. But a few years after
living there our apartment was broken into, my Mom was sleeping when this happened
and the White Man held a knife to her throat and wanted all the valuable..LOL what valuables?? we didn't have much. My Mom went into shock, the man took the jewelry box that did have my Dad and Mom's nice jewelry. Thank God that he did not hurt my
Mom. During this whole ordeal my brother and his friends were sitting on the front stairs
and didn't know what was going on inside. By the time my Mom could get up from bed
and scream, the man was long gone and the Police never did find him. We moved shortly
afterwards because my Mom couldn't sleep in that apartment, she was constantly afraid
of every noise.
My parents bought a house in a real nice area. I had just graduated from High School and got my first job in Downtown Chicago. I didn't drive at the time and depended on
bus service. I had to take 3 buses to work, going there wasn't bad but coming home
at night was scary. But the evil lurked in our home area, a young white boy who would
try and grope me when I'd be walking home at night. I would freeze and could never
get a good look at him until one night I got a good look at this face and called the Police.
We searched the area but couldn't find him. One night as my boyfriend (my Hubby) and I were driving home, I spotted this boy with a group of other boys. We got out of the car
and approached these boys and asked this boy where he lived because we wanted to
talk to his parents and let them know what he has been doing. He took us to his home
and his Grandmother answered the door. She said that she was his guardian, I told her
want was happening and she grabbed a kitchen knife and threatened us. We ran out of there so fast, got home and called the Police to file a complaint against the boy and his
grandmother. The boy only got a warning because he was a minor and his grandmother
was mentally challenged.
So far all our encounters with bad people have been White people, but that was about
to change.
Shortly after I had our first daughter, my hubby at that time was a TV repairman (going to school to get his Engineering Degree). He worked in the Cabrini Green area in Chicago
one day he was approached by 3 black guys with guns, one guy got in our car, the other
two guys told my hubby to go behind a billboard sign, hubby knew that if he went there
he would die so he decided to fight for his life, during the fight the gun went off and the
guy in our car drove up and the other two guys jumped in and they drove off leaving my
hubby on the ground bleeding and badly hurt. Someone must have called the Police because shortly afterwards they arrived and rescued my hubby. They took him to the
hospital emergency room, he had broken ribs, broken hand and lots of bruises but
Thank God he was alive. Since then he hates ghetto blacks..who have nothing better to do then attack innocent people be it white or black people, doesn't make a difference to
low life.
I just want to also say that we have friends that are Mexican, Black and other nationalities. What counts is what kind of person you are not your race.
Sorry for the long read.
p.s. When I first met my hubby, my family was against me dating him because he is
Ukrainian/Polish. My family survived the Wolyn massacre, which I knew nothing about
but after getting to know him and his family they finally got used to the idea that I
would marry this guy. We've been married for 37 years and going strong.
