Hello there. I’m Chris. I take strange pictures and I meet strange people, both of which you may care to know about. Religiously, a Pagan by practice, Theosophist by philosophy, and an Atheist when it gets down to the nitty gritty. Huge supporter of the GSM/Queer community. An amateur film photographer, science hobbiest, and both a techie and a bit of a luddite depending on the technology in question.

 

So, today, April 19th, is the anniversary of the beginning of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.  Go.  Read about it.  Or if you lack the time, here’s a five minute video.  It is something worth being aware of.  The power of the armed, Jewish, teenage partisans, holding off the Nazis for a month with hand guns and Molotov cocktails.  How a “condemned people shook off despair, and embraced defiance.”  The horror of not just what the Nazis did, but how the mostly Christian Polish Underground and their Allied advisers refused to send assistance.  A handful of survivors fought as forest partisans before escaping to Israel, to forever raise the middle finger to Nazis, facists, and racists everywhere.Now go listen to Mr. Paul Robeson, son of a slave, sing the Song of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.  It will chill your bones."But ‘twas a people amidst the crashing fires of hell, that sang this song and fought courageous till it fell."

So, today, April 19th, is the anniversary of the beginning of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.  Go.  Read about it.  Or if you lack the time, here’s a five minute video.  It is something worth being aware of.  The power of the armed, Jewish, teenage partisans, holding off the Nazis for a month with hand guns and Molotov cocktails.  How a “condemned people shook off despair, and embraced defiance.”  The horror of not just what the Nazis did, but how the mostly Christian Polish Underground and their Allied advisers refused to send assistance.  A handful of survivors fought as forest partisans before escaping to Israel, to forever raise the middle finger to Nazis, facists, and racists everywhere.

Now go listen to Mr. Paul Robeson, son of a slave, sing the Song of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.  It will chill your bones.

"But ‘twas a people amidst the crashing fires of hell, that sang this song and fought courageous till it fell."

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