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Poland - never again [593]
After the nostalgia visit in my first communion church on Sienkiewicza in Radom, I went to see a priest in Kancelaria. It was on the same street, kitty-corner from the church itself. The mindless graffiti followed me to the door.
Once in his office, I said: Good day. May I ask you a couple of questions? In Polish, of course.
I may have bad feelings about the Polish language in general, but I still know where that red line is. So I decided not to be a wiseguy or an ugly American, which I sometimes enjoy more than I should, and used the best Polish I could manage. Which I can as long as I speak slowly where it's quiet.
Except for that
prosze pana or
prosze ksiedza. That will never happen.
Sure. How do you reconcile what pope is saying about building bridges, not fences, with the Polish goverment telling the refugees to stay away from Poland?
I really didn't mean to put him on the spot. I was just curious.
When the meaning of my question was finally clear, he gave me that look you see on a kid with chocolate all over his face saying that he didn't have any. He knew that with that single sentence I caught him with a dilemma: be a Polish patriot, support PiS, and admit that pope is an idiot. Or go with the pope, and tell me that a horde of Muslims in Poland would be a splendid idea.
So he mumbled something like that he can keep the two separate. In a way, he told me that having Polish women raped is OK as long as it pleases pope, and by extension, God herself.
In all fairness to that priest, the American subdivision of the Vatican, with their sanctuary crap, is not any better.
BTW, being an atheist and actively supporting my kid's catholic upbringing are not mutually exclusive. I can do both.