I started another thread, that shows how Catholic Poles and Polish Jews were persecuted side by side. It mattered not to the Nazis; they would force the Priests and the Rabbis to carry excrement, defile churches by locking people in them for days, etc. If a German Pole refused to give up his being Polish, he was also murdered.
The majority of the time, the Nazis forbade the proper burial of the dead in the towns in the cemetaries, whether they be Jewish or Catholic. They did absolutely everything they could, to destroy the Poles, but it never worked.
THAT is what no one could ever understand; you could occupy her, you could attempt to destroy her; but Poland still lived on, in the hearts and wills of her people, whether in the country or without!
Poland has always been special throughout history, when she ruled over others, and was occupied. There has always, ALWAYS been a certain Dignity with the way the Polish people did, and still do things.
My Aunt once went on how she hated Jews, but when I pinned her down on it, she had twisted logic about how they caused our family to be murdered along with them.
Between two world wars, women were raped and murdered without any provocation or reason, and forced into prostitution!! The human mind will find a reason sometimes, no matter how fantastic. My great-cousin and aunt both blamed the Jews for our Roman Catholic family members being persecuted, murdered, and suffering a slow, lingering death for many in Auschwitz. They had no logic, only emotional feelings.
I can only recall the story of that Priest, who let the Nazis take away the ill, and did nothing; then took away the homosexual, and did nothing. Then, the Nazis took away the Gypsies, and did nothing. Then, the Jews, and he did nothing. When finally the Nazis came to take him away, there was no one left to stand up for him, just like he did nothing to stand up for the rest!
And that brings me to a little town, I can't recall where; but 26 Jews and Poles were set to be executed. The German Poles refused to let the Nazis kill them all, so settled for the deaths of 3, before moving on to the next village. They were lucky to all live, actually!
In first grade, my best friend was an Orthodox Jewish girl named Patty, who was adopted by older parents. When I was finally introduced to them, I for the first time in my life actually saw the number tattoos on their wrists! I had to ask Patty what they were later. I then knew what they were on my great-cousin, when she visited America.
I was never encouraged to be prejudiced, ergo, I never learned that trait; I'm glad.