That's the problem with extra-judicial processes... and why those who take part should be punished.
But a lot of what happened has been distorted.
It was a general breakdown in law and order across large parts of the country (and/or a continuation of rough frontier justice) and not just a case of whitesouthern racists killing random black people (modern version of history).
Rather than random videos, I've decided to continue posting songs with lyrics (and my rough translations) with some info on the artists...
Danuta Rinn (1936-2006) was more of an entertainer than strictly a singer (though that's how she began) or an actress (which she dabbled in). Her public persona was sort of a chaotic but fun wine aunt and I always liked her. She was the type who would have been a regular on variety shows (like Carol Burnett) if Poland had that type of thing.
A lot of her songs verge almost on novelty material but some are quite good.
Today's entry was debuted IINM at the 1988 Opole festival and features lyrics written by Ernest Brylll who died just a month ago and who wore a lot of hats, writer, poet, translator, songwriter and even diplomat - he was the Polish ambassador to Ireland 1991-95 and seemed to have a special affinity for the country)
This song is called either O jakbym (Oh it's like I....) or Zawiadowca (station master) a few songs seem to have the problem of multiple titles... O jakbym isn't the greatest title but the lyrics don't lend themselves to an obvious title... musically it doesn't sound like pop from 1988 as it's influenced by the big band sound that Rinn debuted in but it still works.
Anyhoo the lyrics are very clever, detailing a frustrated would be passenger in a small train station. Except that it's clear that it's a big metaphor for Poland itself in the twilight of the PRL - nothing works right, no one knows what's going on and all that you can do is wait for information from a loudspeaker). My favorite lyrics are about "Those who thought up a train that can't move" ie socialism who "changed life into... a provincial train station" Poland itself isolated and neglected while people wait for change that wasn't too long in coming.
Rinn delivers it with her usual infectious enthusiasm digging into the lyrics at face value and leaving it for the audience to get the message.
Oh.... it's like I slammed the door loud enough for the whole country to hear. "But what of it?" they say "the doors don't close all the way." Oh... it's like I wanted just once to open the window in the stuffy room "But what of it?" - a sign of the times - the window's been bricked up.
So I sit on my bundle in front of a big loudspeaker. And I listen to the crackle before it's revealed. I'm waiting for the day that they take down the loudspeakers. Although the waiting goes on and on... in a dirty station.
Oh.... it's like I packed up, went off to where they don't know me. No one knows, if there's a train or not, they're not selling tickets. The seller has a dumb face, but its strictly forbidden to ask questions, Why do stupidy, fear and wind roar through the platforms?
(chorus)
I'm waiting for the day when instead of hoarse stupidity Not the stationmaster, but one of use, will say in a normal voice: "What are we waiting for? Huddled together like sheep? Where are we going? Let the stationmasters go! Those who thought up a train that can't move. And who changed life into... a provincial train station."
(chor)
O... jakbym zatrzasnęła drzwi, żeby zagrzmiało w całym kraju, Ale co z tego? - mówią mi - drzwi się nie domykają. O... jakbym chciała chociaż raz otworzyć okno w dusznej sali, Ale co z tego? ― taki czas ― okno zamurowali.
(ref) Więc na tobołku siedzę swym przed wielkim megafonem I słucham, co tam charczy w nim, nim będzie objawione. Ja się doczekam tego dnia, gdy zdejmą megafony, Choć to czekanie trwa i trwa... na dworcu zaśmieconym.
O... jakbym spakowała się, ruszyła tam, gdzie mnie nie znają, Nikt nie wie, pociąg jest czy nie, biletów nie sprzedają. Bileter mordę głupią ma, lecz pytać srogo zabronione, Czemu głupota, strach i wiatr hulają po peronach?
(ref)
Ja się doczekam tego dnia, gdy zamiast głupot schrypłych Nie zawiadowca, lecz ktoś z nas, tak powie głosem zwykłym: "Na co my tu czekamy, stłoczeni niby owce? Dokąd my wyjeżdżamy? Niech jadą zawiadowcy! Ci, którzy wymyślili pociąg, co iść nie może, I życie zamienili... w prowincjonalny dworzec".
Lynchings were terrible because they were carried out extra-judiciously (and were common in other parts of the country as well at the time and didn't only target blacks).
And.... the unfortunate (or fortunate) reality is that most lynching victims were.... guilty....
BLM once again is simply the fall out from...white
Blacks don't have agency? They don't have moral compasses? You know how racist most BLM apologists sound?
the Orthodox and the Catholics share: faith in the real presence of Christ in the Eucharistic bread and wine (something that protestants lack)
I'm culturally protestant (though officially agnostic). Growing up I was told by my mother to answer "methodist" when asked about religion (which they used to do in school).
The viral video on different denominations I have to say the Methodists (with their emphasis on faith as a tool to become a better person through good works) is maybe the closest to my personal ethics.
On the other hand the closest things I've had to religious experiences were both in Catholic churches (one in Oaxaca Mexico, one in Malta) in both cases I was still processing deaths (in one case a relative in another the spouse of a close work friend) and that may have had something to do with it. I glimpsed some of what the faithful probably feel...
I've been in three types of orthodox churches (Poland, Greek, Bulgarian, Romanian) and I like the imagery but dont get the rites....
I visited an Armenian church (in Bulgaria) and it was... very weird, very distinct from Bulgarian orthodox churches).
I also find a lot of African American gospel music to be very uplifting... a very different tradition but one that speaks to me....
some ukrainian drivers are now working in poland, could this be a plus?
In showing that foreigners are accepted as drivers yes.
it's very similar to polish so it would be "easy" to learn
Look at it the other way, any Ukrainian you know would help you learn Polish very quickly.
But beware about mixing slavic languages. For non-native speakers, a second or third slavic language is liable to interfere with those you already know in weird and unpredictable ways.
This is unlike Romance languages where knowledge of one mostly helps with others and where interference (dropping Italian words into Spanish or vice versa) doesn't make you sound crazy.
Especially Polish and Ukrainian are just similar enough and just far enough apart that it will be tricky to keep them apart but randomly using words from one in the other will sound.... very weird.
Learn Polish (not so hard if you know some Ukrainian) and start contacting the mass transit authorities in cities with streetcar networks, see here for the larger cities with trams to enquire about feasability of your plan:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transport_in_Poland#Tram
nb. Very often in Poland the first answer to any request or enquiry is "No." Don't take that too seriously... often it means "I'm busy now" or "Let me think about it" or "Convince me".... persistence pays off!
do not see any stories of Parents gunning down their children
Urban folklore mostly.
There are tragic cases but they're pretty rare. What's a bit more common is kids getting into guns.... this is largely the product of guns being made forbidden fruit (and so tantalizing to children).
I grew up around guns and my father made sure I knew how to shoot and knew basic gun safety and I was never tempted to play around with them....
In Australia today/yesterday a man began attacking people with a knife, starting with a young mother and her baby (mother died, baby's in the hospital in serious condition).
Fortunately a lone policeman entered the building and shot him dead (heroine!) some might bemoan the loss of a mass murderer but not me.
So far IINM 6 dead a bunch injured. If someone else had been armed the chances are there would be some people alive now that aren't.
The shooter's identity has not been revealed but is likely a local Jewish man with mental and drug problems... or not.
And the one person to confront him was apparently a russian citizen who held him off on an escalator using a metal stand.
and that species (vipera berus) tends to be very.... differentially distributed with large areas with no snakes and smaller areas that are infested with them.... so if you do see one... that could mean more of its little friends are around
SDM (abbreviation of Stare Dobre Małżeństwo - Good Old Marriage) had their greatest success at the end of the PRL and first couple of years of freedom.
They took 'student music' (accompanied by an acoustic guitar) and expanded it with other instruments to create an almost chamber music effect and added delicate harmonies.
They were well known for adapting the poems of the unconventional poet Edward Stachura, a very, very rough Polish equivalent to Beat generation authors like Kerouac or Burroughs).
Stachura himself had recorded some of these but SDM versions were more developed.
Maybe my favorite of their songs is "jest już za późno" (it's too late now).
SDM:
rougher version by Stachura
translated lyrics (rough version):
We will yet be able to find each other in the jungle of humanity, A dizzying longing will bring us together The orphaned tracks of our two planets will coincide Our bodies will become wonderfully related
(chorus - 3x) It's too late now! It's not too late!
We will yet be able to rent a cheap garret With a view of the river or maybe the park With a big bed, a tall oven and a clock on the wall We will descend daily into the world
(chorus)
We will yet be able to enchant ourselves with our love Enchant ourselves and everything around The war will be terrible as God will want to destroy0 us But will will manage to enchant Him.
original Jeszcze zdążymy w dżungli ludzkości siebie odnaleźć, Tęskność zawrotna przybliża nas. Zbiegną się wreszcie tory sieroce naszych dwu planet, Cudnie spokrewnią się ciała nam.
Jest już za późno! Nie jest za późno! Jest już za późno! Nie jest za późno!
Jeszcze zdążymy tanio wynająć małą mansardę Z oknem na rzekę lub też na park, Z łożem szerokim, piecem wysokim, ściennym zegarem, Schodzić będziemy codziennie w świat.
Jeszcze zdążymy naszą miłością siebie zachwycić, Siebie zachwycić i wszystko w krąg. Wojna to będzie straszna, bo Bóg nas będzie chciał zniszczyć, Lecz nam się uda zachwycić go.
Who wouldn't want this lifestyle? Sitting in the water in your flooded home watching state run news letting you know about Norwegian girls forced to marry penguins!
maybe some kind of Operation Bagration has just started and we are not informed by our media
Or maybe it's just the usual russian bluster, they've been announcing imminent victory more or less from the beginning....
Who the hell is Putler to "let" people leave?
He's Novichok's beloved.... his little pelmeni-faced godking
And russia is testing an intercontinental ballistic missile.... russia has declared war on the west and stupid cowards refuse to wake up and smell the coffee!
It's called sublimation.... and it's stronger in men generally. Video games tie in to male drives for combat and hunting which is why they're so popular.