My mother was born in Warsaw in '42. Her parents smuggled her (and themselves) out in packing crates and a fruit basket. My father was born 2 weeks before his parents fled N. Ireland in 1938. Both kids grew up to have a fierce love of the US. My Polish grandfather died before the wall fell. He never spoke with his family after they got out. Thankfully the Irish side has stayed in touch. I finally got to visit little the village near Warsaw where my mother was born. None of my family survived. The fucking Nazis butchered them as "less than humans". That is what infuriates me about these little street rats calling people "fascist" and "Nazi"

My mother was born in Warsaw in '42. Her parents smuggled her (and themselves) out in packing crates and a fruit basket. My father was born 2 weeks before his parents fled N. Ireland in 1938. Both kids grew up to have a fierce love of the US. My Polish grandfather died before the wall fell. He never spoke with his family after they got out. Thankfully the Irish side has stayed in touch. I finally got to visit little village near Warsaw where my mother was born. None of my family survived. The fucking Nazis butchered them as "less than humans". That is what infuriates me about these little street rats calling people "fascist" and "Nazi"