Fascinating...I don't feel any hatred from any Poles on here, really.
People are people.
Perhaps with keeping memories alive as we go onward, we can live in the present, and keep the future safe for our families and friends, no matter what religion they believe.
I was truly touched by an older lady the other day, who was scammed into putting her house up as collateral for someone she hardly knew. All she wants right now, is a few people to go to New Mexico, and help her pack a few belongings from her house there, and bring them back. Before I even knew her religion, I offered to give her a few days of my time, purely because she's nearly 80 years old, and her children won't help her - but more than willing to sell her house for her.
When you are that age, a few items, books mean much to you. An elderly woman wanting her things, who am I to deny a few days of my time that will help bring her so much joy, so easily given?
That's how I feel for so many people who've endured so much over the past century - ever since I was a small child, I've given them my time many times a year, simply listening. For most, that's all they want, someone to remember them, recall their stories, and pass them down. Even my Jewish friends since I can recall that were Elderly, always been the same: tell our stories, good, bad, indifferent. We were here; we were ALIVE. Don't forget us, okay?
It's just that simple. I've enjoyed listening to all of these people, even the old guy playing Jazz, who thought I'd be afraid of him, simply because of the color of his skin.
People - are people. Everyone has a story, and it should be recalled, either by their children, their grandchildren, or strangers who cared enough to pause and listen.