The Debt.

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And we are not doomed ourselves, even if we are inchoate, but there is no-one who spreads the word as much as I do about the essential decency of the Polish character. No-one. I’ve traced the true geology of your landscape and documented the perverse extensions of your humility and your virtue. I’ve borne witness to Poles who mark their existence with singular feats of charitable endeavour and on occasion I’ve assisted them regretfully and fitfully. I’ve chanced a good home here, truth, I’ve feasted on the bounty of friendship and kinship, negotiating the curious codex of Silesian ethics, a jester bearing your histrionics whilst simultaneously cataloguing (though some would say embellishing) my own Falstaffian misadventures.

Hand on heart, I have been encouraged here, my performances, my writings, all have been afforded opportunity, applause and true remedy. The eccentric and often convoluted matrix of my life has not been negated by symbols or language or any contrived differences handed down from the false arbiters of culture and purity. The Wyborcza columns which bear my name will record this.

I pay my rent here. I’ve lashed my star to Poland and am happy to do so.

The last few weeks I’ve watched, a parliament of owls couldn’t do better, the distinct majority of Poland burrow from the soil, shards of malice jutting from the earth as never before. Or have they always been part of this country, the cycle of history unearthing a subterranean army of imps growing fouler the deeper still? Somewhere this world must touch other worlds and meet aught knows what. My daughters have felt its coming, but neither can put words to it yet, and now they sit watching the scene evolve; so young, but they will be hard pushed to ever forget the days when Poland locked its doors on the weak and the wretched and failed to take its place among the nations of truth.

The ever-changing landscape that springs out of your country seems to be alive in sweet hate. A terrain that knows violence and pain only too well so that is all it offers back? No.

Your true history shows the courage of your forefathers. They took in the great swathes of wandering Jewery and the debt was repaid when the atra mors was held at bay due to their laws of shehitah and bedikah – a person who neglects washing their hands before food shall be uprooted from the world – this, what kept the Kingdom of Poland from certain destruction.

Later still, a blacker death came from the west, the gangster horde of Mein Kampf swept Pole and Jew before it, dispersed, an infinite rabble, bent, torn, black and blue, your peoples struggling, clinging to the corners of this pale globe, escaping violation and hunger. The door was opened. They were allowed to enter.

But you have forgotten the faces of your fathers.

Each man holds a debt from the day he is born till he enters the final void where there is no face or sound. The Germans have taken up their outstanding bill. And the Poles who have sought refuge in every port and kingdom? Who are you not to pay it wisely? Who are you to beggar your way to the final standings of time as misers of good fortune? You have been given a gift. A gift of faith. If you take this gift and believe in a God, you must understand that he too has the choice to believe in you. What then does he think of you pure Pole, true Slav, conjuring your tricks and excuses in the face of a people’s annihilation? What does he think of the Poles in their inglorious mansions and their capitals of tin?

What does he think of your great thinkers and men of letters? Circus animals allowed to parade and dance when the clowns have all had their say?

What does he think of your government so silent as they bite their nails before an election? What does he think of those of you who want the Kingdom but don’t want God in it?

Do you truly believe in God? Unlike my wife, I do.

The God I believe in doesn’t lock his door.

Open up Poland.

Let them in.

Pay your debt.

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  1. Glenn

    I usually enjoy your blog and appreciate your sense of humour, but, I cannot agree with you on “The Debt”. You say that Germany is now enlightened enough to start repaying the debt that it owes society by allowing migrants to settle in Germany. I do not use the term refugees, as its already been stated that 70% are economic migrants.
    I would refer you to what Angela Merkle said 5 years ago, “The multi-cultural society does not work”, quite why she has changed her mind I have no idea. I think it is right that Poland should be suspicious of the type of people they are being asked to allow into their country, especially when they have travelled through, “safe” countries to get this far North. There are many reasons why I do not think accepting migrants would be good for Poland, from a lack of translators to affordable benefits that would need to be far more than the country can provide for it’s own poor, of which there are many.
    Needless to say, any migrants that are forced to settle in Poland will not stay here anyway as there is nothing for them here. I think it would be cruel to force them to come.

    Please do not think that am being racist with my views, just trying to be practical.

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  2. Hi Glenn – thanks for getting in touch. There seems to be a lot of suspicion regarding the refugee crisis we are facing. I understand it but I don’t agree with it. You refer to them as a ‘type of people’. Does this suggest that all of the refugees are from a questionable background? If not all, then what? One in ever three? It is my belief that we are getting a mixed bunch, to borrow a title from Sergio Leone, the good, the bad and the ugly. And this would be the way if they were Polish or Irish refugees.
    I abhor extremists, be they Muslim or Christian and I’m very aware of certain sections of the western media portraying all Muslims in an extremist light. Whether we like it or not, we, you and I, are being conditioned into being fearful of those who every time we read/hear about them, are shooting travellers on a train or killing people over cartoons. Every time I read about a plane, it has crashed and killed all on board, and the urge is strong to avoid air travel.

    But a part of me realises how this is the exception.
    We all have our personal stories – what we saw when we went to a Muslim country, how they do or don’t integrate and my experience does not surpass yours (whatever it may be). I have a neighbour here in Poland, and if truth be told, I can’t stand him or his wife, but if they were at a loss and if I could, I would help them. He would probably still be a shithead to me the next day, but I must have my standards, not his.
    You are right. Poland is not fit to look after refugees in the long-term. And they won’t stay. Most Poles know this. What did they have to lose by openly accepting them? A few thousand refugees staying in camps or in villages and within a few months they would be gone. But what did the Poles gain by their hostile attitude? The notion that Poland is an exclusive, hostile and unfriendly country.
    Thanks for reading and talk soon,
    Peadar.

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  3. Pat C

    First, Poland, as well as Germany, had zero military participation in the Syrian conflict. Second, the Syrian people are not fleeing Assad, or some natural disaster as you seem to imply, they are fleeing the very so-called rebel groups, including ‘ISIS,’ that the US,UK, and their Middle Eastern allies, have armed and funded in order to sow chaos, destabilize the country, and weaken the Assad government.

    Iraq has 40 million people, Syria has about 25 million, Libya another 7. They’ve all been destroyed by the US, and now Europe, according to you, has been put into ‘debt’ as a result and is obliged to absorb half their populations (?!). If the US decides that Iran or Pakistan needs a regime change or just their regular dose of destabilization, will Europe then be obliged to take in a couple hundred million more people? Will Europe also be obliged to take in a few million every time a natural disaster hits the Caribbean or Pacific Rim? Where do you draw the line with all this?

    This isn’t like the old days of immigration, where you fended for yourself and were forced to integrate immediately, at zero cost or below zero (if you brought in outside money) cost to the host society. Today, talk of assimilation is considered offensive, and many immigrants are more concerned with learning about benefits and welfare programs, and getting themselves into a cozy government-paid or subsidized pad, than they are with getting a job or learning the language.

    If they were really interested in asylum, they’d go to Saudi Arabia (have you not heard that Saudi has camps that can hold tens of thousands of people, sitting empty)?, or Jordan, or Lebanon, or Turkey, or Iran, or Greece, or Bulgaria, or Serbia, or Romania, or Croatia. But they’re not just interested in safety, they’re interested in money. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but let’s call things as they are. Now that we’ve gotten down to brass tacks, the question at hand is clear: does Europe have a responsibility to roll out the welfare carpet to every citizen of every country with a lower income than Europe? Obviously not.

    The neighbor you mentioned is your neighbor. Syrians and Congolese are not your neighbors. There are proven limits (established to be in the hundreds of people, about 500; not 7 billion) to the number of people one can truly know (by face and name), and the number of bona fide allegiances and friends one can have.

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