When I came back to Poland after 25 years, my father’s grave was almost never visited. Every Sunday, after the Holy Mass at the St. Peter and Paul Cathedral, I was paying respect to my father, and very time I encountered very aggressive attitudes, people (older) often were waiting for me, and while passing them by, they were spitting in my direction. I encountered very unpleasant attitudes, for entire year even today.
My father never defended himself against false accusations. Today his grave is well maintained, yet, due to fear of truth. New Pilate came and devastated his life along with entire family (after all, 2000 years have passed, and a new order was under way), Pilate, just meters from churches, crosses, sites of devotions, yet, this time Pilate was more clever than before, killing man, day after day, for decades, silent, intimidating, sophisticated.
Yet, the story of my father is the story of the entire nation, Poland, exact mirror reflection; destruction of the family, fabrications, assassination attempts, invigilation, emotional tortures, countless and cruel.
My father’s story is the story of the nation, faith, tested beyond limits, by evil, which came to destroy God, and the nation, and is still claiming a right for more blood to be shed. Thirst for blood and culture of violence. The plan is to disgrace Poland, yet, all disgrace gather here to take weight away from others … .
Do not be surprised, Poles were inhumanely treated for hundreds of years, today, in front of your eyes, new chapter emerged, when last frontier of patriots, were expelled from Poland (1990s), millions of souls sold out, factories were closed down. Before (since 1772) Poles were sent to far East, killed in uprisings, devastated and reprogrammed. This nation endured so much.
Man was killed. God is down, so is nation, people … .