Re-posting Chapter 1 of my Autobiography Draft. Rest can be seen searching September, October, November, under “chapter.” There are 30 of them.
November 22, 1946, a day to remember! It was my first memory in my study of ancestry, and autobiography of my life. My address was 8332 South Colfax Avenue. It was an old farmhouse that my White Christian Grandpa Kopaczewski, (or Dzia Dzia as we called him in Polish) on my Mama’s side moved on a flatbed trailer truck from the farms, into the bustling city of Chicago, already loaded with millions of people of all races, religions, ethnicities, all melting into one big and grand happy family! Mama’s father’s name was Matteusz Thomas Kopaczewski, and his folks, Joseph and Josephine, were from Warsaw, the capital of Poland. When the Allies bombed Poland, it was Warsaw that was devastated. Also, since it was Polish Christian people who lost the most casualties in World War II, not the Jews, hadn’t my grandfather left there, it’s a good chance I would never have been born at all!
Grandma Kopaczewski’s ancestry heralded from the town of Bydgoszcz, Poland, and she was born on June 23, 1876 to Peter Pawlowski and Malgoczata Lewandowski. Here’s a Wikipedia.org website of a beautiful statue of a nude woman posed with bow and arrow ready to shoot her target, prey, bulls eye or enemy in a park in Bydgoszcz, Poland.
It surely shocked the hell out of me, when I did this research for my maternal predecessor’s birthplace, for I had never seen a statue of a completely nude woman before to my recollection. Here in Vegas here is a nude male sculpture, called David, at Caesar’s Palace casino, but it seems that most of the female statues were clothed.
Autobiographically speaking, as I send my mind on a trip back in time to my childhood, my thoughts on nudity were quite shy and innocent, but with a very strong conviction that nudity was evil. It was as simple as that. No middle ground. A woman’s naked White body should be covered at all times. Perhaps that is where White people get the thought that they too are evil as our kin from Europe, who, through no fault of their own, have white skin, instead of the preferred color today, of “brown, yellow, Jewish skin, black skin, Hindu skin,” who seem to get all the benefits of our country.
I really can identify with the woman not having a stitch of clothes on with an open bow and arrow. For I once was a student of a teacher at Purdue University, Indiana, that taught nude drawing and I have 3 of her paintings of nude males entitled “The Best of Byron” a very tall, 6’6” white male posed in different positions, and beautifully, artistically and divinely painted on canvas with pastel watercolors!
Another past recollection of my ideas on nudity happened to me when I was about 9 years old. For some unknown and unexplained reason I went to sleep naked. Since our family life was so unbearably hectic no one corrected me or noticed. If they did they turned the other way. Now considering we had many brothers around, Daddy, and plus my brothers would bring friends over, male cousins, boyfriends of my sister, here I am the 9 year old nude baby sister. I absolutely can’t explain it. But it would be nothing for me edging towards puberty and not wearing pajamas. I do know I never had pajamas. No one ever cared about me to buy them. I suppose I could have slept in panties and tee shirt, but perhaps we were too poor to afford them.
One day, I was lying under the bedroom covers, where 5 of us girls slept sideways, instead of long-ways, and I was stark naked and dreaming the morning away. Suddenly, a male cousin and my godfather ran up to the bed where I was sleeping alone and ripped off the covers hiding my nude young body. I screamed for I supposed I usually would slide out from under the covers and slip into my raggedy dress.
He screamed at me, “Put some clothes on, don’t you see you’re totally naked!”
My spirits deflated into nothingness as I grabbed to cover my White young body that up until then, I never was ashamed of. Perhaps it was then I learned to hate my White skin.
Now, after seeing the Polish nude female statue above, I think I will have to go Bydgoszcz on vacation someday. Sadly to say, as much as I have crusaded for the White race, I’ve never been to Europe, only through my writings, and mostly historical research, for it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a statue like that in my entire life! Perhaps Poland is not only the #1 economy today, according to Mitt Romney’s recent trip there, but maybe they are #1 at other things like making babies, sex and a healthy sense of nudity! My Mama and Daddy sure did their share of sexual adventure with 12 babies, much penetration, even amidst the most difficult times, working long hours for both, breastfeeding, homemade food, caring for Grandpa.
I look back on my humble life and sail away back in time, to when I was about 9 years old. Mama and Daddy sent me outside to play. We were so poor that I had no toys and couldn’t find someone to play with me (as ragged as I looked in a nice middle class White neighborhood). There used to be an old saying of Whites that was “keeping up with the Joneses” and I can tell you no one had any probably keeping up with us, we were the poorest of the poor. So I danced back into the house, when suddenly I heard moaning from the bedroom, the same bedroom that Mama was moaning and groaning hysterically at the top of her female lungs in childbirth just several years before.
I ran towards the bedroom wondering what was going on and since we had no doors I had a wide open glance in. I glared inside to find the most unusual sight I have ever seen in my life, both before that day, and until now! There was my Mama lying on her back and bedecked only in her milky White body skin, and Daddy lying on top of her in his White skin also, and he was pounding on her up and down!
Now back then, we just didn’t know about sex, especially White sex. Whites were to be fully clothed, and girls virgins with an unbroken hymen at marriage. (It is probably why our White race has blended into so many different colors for our men were forced to screw available black and browns who didn’t have moral standards and were giving it away freely as colorful flyers. As you can see today, when Whites were forced to become “equal” it was “not” equal to Jew-raced people or yellows whose women don’t even look into the eyes of another raced man, but it was for Whites to kill off and erase our heritage, culture, “good” history and adapt black and brown habits, music, food, ancestry such as “Roots” and worse yet, to even hate our own past in USA, and Europe.
I had no conception of sex or making babies, although I baby sat for them, as there are now 47 nieces and nephews:
But somehow I knew that “Nudity” was evil and that a woman shouldn’t be naked. I then began a big argument with my mother who was in the middle of a sex act, perhaps making yet another baby as if 12 were enough. My little young voice raged and screamed out, “You’re piggish to lay there naked in front of Daddy! Go put some clothes on!” When I was younger it seemed like the greatest sin in the world was “nudity” and “piggish” was the worse curse word one could think of. Poor Mama, my poor Mama. How utterly naive, even dumb, I was! She may have yelled back at me, “Get the hell out of here and go back outside and play!” It was so traumatic for me, first because I broke my vow of silence, and secondly she committed a big sin! How even Daddy could let her do such a horrible thing and right in the same bed I slept in!
Even years later, when I was 15 years old, I realized that one day my panties were soiled with a reddish brown substance. In my imagination, I dreaded the worse possibility: a sexual disease. I had been hearing about bodily things from my older sisters, as young children eavesdrop but again, it was not a physical act. I panicked as one usually does when one raises themselves and has no mother or sister to raise help raise her and bring her up.
My face began to redden and sweat was pouring off my face. Perhaps I had caught a disease from my sister who was “going with men.” I thought I might as well face the consequences and visit a married sister, and hardly spoke to her, let alone ask for advice.
I told her that I thought I had a disease on my panties and I needed to go to the doctor and was afraid to tell my Mama. Her eyes stretched open like the womb at childbirth in fear and pained at what she was hearing.
She then questioned me as to why I thought that. She then laughed it off and assured me that it was not a disease at all but something a girl gets in her life called a “period!” She then gave me some pads, and my heart relaxed in relief.
It was only 50 years later I would discover that that red blood called “menstruation” would stop when a woman gets pregnant and go into the baby embryo. I also discovered during my recent sexual study, that that blood goes into the making of breast milk or mother’s milk. I don’t think that I even realized it at the time of my nursing and study of book “The Art of Breastfeeding!”
Well, welcome to Bydgoszcz Poland. And I’m sure glad I got over hatred of my White body and my poor Mama’s White body. It’s only because Whites were forced to live with all the races that we can’t be comfortable within our own white skin and sexuality. Hitler knew that. It’s why he had perverts, homos, lezzies rounded up with the sexual Jewish rapists and predators, so that White Germans could begin to see sex as something sacred, from God, as I began to see from my study of sex, even though it is just in my mind and intellect for I never found a man that shared my 27 books on intellectual sex and wanting just one man, whether marriage or relationship.
Today, I laugh, for I don’t wear a stitch of clothing as I type at home, with my big Maine Coon cat, Daddy, nestled along the left side of my large computer monitor. It also saves on cooling and electricity in the hot, scalding, sweaty Las Vegas desert heat.
My folks it can be clearly seen as I look back, had plenty of penetration sex and babies; there would be 12 all total that were created.
|Norbert or Bert the Polak||Joan or Jeana||Josephine or Fika shortened from Victory or Vika, which was the basilica, “Our Lady of Victory” that Daddy worked at for a while in Lackawanna New York with Fr. Nelson Baker, soon to be canonized as first male saint in USA history in 400 yrs. There are female ones!||Mary Ann or Marcha|
|Rosemary or Rose-o-day||John or Buni||Edward or Eddie, Ed-Jew||Me, Barbara Ann, Tad-Jew or Bobbi Ann|
|Joseph or Nicky||Baby #1 miscarried||Baby #2 unusual death||Baby #3 = ??|
But was that the “true” picture or an illusion? That was a question I was to uncover and unlock a secret like the Holy Grail that would stop the world on its axis, historically shattering our very reality and what we believed to be as true.
Daddy and Mama married on November 22, 1930, according to genealogical records, at St. Mary Magdalene Church in South Chicago. St. Mary Magdalene was the saint in the Bible who was Jesus’ female friend and only female among the 12 disciples. She is the “only” one along with his mother, who didn’t betray Jesus as the others did, even unto the Crucifixion and murder of Jesus by the Jews. The Stock Market, which Jews founded, crashed and caused the “Great Depression,” causing havoc on the White European population of America. Daddy couldn’t find work in his home of Lackawanna New York and was on his way to the fertile fields of lush California. But on his way, he stopped in Chicago, perhaps to meet with some Kopaczewski relatives or friends as in nearby Buffalo New York.
According to ancestry 1930 Census records, Mama was working at United States Steel, the biggest steel maker in the world. Ironically, I would work there in the office 36 years later and she never mentioned to me that she worked there. It was in 1930 that Daddy met my Mama and fell in love. Daddy was leaving behind the Fr. Baker compound of saving children and unwed mothers and boys. Perhaps he and Mama had sex before their marriage, which was not socially accepted and had to marry her for my first brother was born 7 months after their wedding date. It may be why she resented him later and overprotected me from having pre-marital sex.
Suddenly, a Jewish explosion, like the atom bomb Jew Oppenheimer invented and dropped on Japan in 1945, the Jewish man that had been courting Mama came pounding his fist on Grandma Kopaczewski’s door. Mama said that he was shouting, “Anna, Anna! Don’t marry him; I will give you everything you desire.” It was quite a temptation during the Great Depression with all the economic uncertainty, bankruptcies, foreclosures, joblessness, hunger. When Jewish populations get low, they interbreed with the highest of our White women and deplete our own White gene pool for their superb breeding stock. Mama told me that when the Jews arrived in Poland, they would breed with royalty and if a name ended in “sky” it was a Jew who bred with Royalty or nobles and if it was “ski” it was royalty. Until today, when I look up Jewish names, those are the first I check out. It always doesn’t apply, for Jews converted in order not to be kicked out of European countries throughout history.
But tough old Grandma Kopaczewski, Mama’s mother, got out a big bristled broom, and flung open the door as he knocked and he almost fell in at her feet and she beat him to a pulp and screamed at him to get the hell out of my mother’s life. She was marrying a Christian man, and didn’t want any part of a Jew for her daughter, no matter how bad the economy was, even if it meant our very lives or starvation as they experienced in Poland! What caused her to have such a reaction from her life in Poland as slaves for Jews? Grandma would assert her strength to see that my White Polish beautiful mother would marry my Daddy
Even though the Stock Market had crashed, he had lots of money and promised her a comfortable and lazy lifestyle. My cousin, Anna Kotfas, related to me in an interview with her before her death, that my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, Hollywood beautiful, with chiseled and unusual features, and the generous, inner personality and heart to go with it, not the bitch that many stars might have today in Jewish controlled Hollywood.
I read that in 1927, White Thomas Alva Edison invented the first movie machine, but the Jews united ganged up on him, stole the invention, and used it for Jewish propaganda films to manipulate Whites against their own interests, instead of the entertainment Edison thought it should be used for. He fought them with police, courts, but both were also controlled by Jewish lawyers, courts, for even today, our Supreme Court is made up of 4 Jews, a black, brown, and no White Protestant Heterosexual males.
White Edison took matters into his own hands since he couldn’t get justice in USA and hired thugs to smash up the movie sets for revenge on the Jewish thieves. Jews then fled to Hollywood, and Holly is a sign of the devil. Edison and his wife after his death spent their entire time being tied up in knots trying to get justice in the court systems, while Jews were free to produce havoc for the White people, specializing in race-breaking the white people, leaving Jews as pure blooded, same for yellows, browns, reds, and blacks. Jews were about to take over the wealth of the greatest nation on earth and turn us into their slaves as they did to my people in Poland for 900 years.
Their first movie was made to get to the “feelings” of Whites for Jews banked on that to manipulate us and to get anything they desired. It is said “Get the Whites to ‘feel sorry’ for anyone, and you have control of them.” So the first movie was called “The Jazz Singer,” 1927. It starred Jew Al Jolson, who Jews made a legend, not because of his greatest, but because they repeatedly brainwashed us which molded our thoughts and feelings. They especially hit the nerve of White Christians, by painting his face black and singing song “Mammy” showing the mother with tears in her eyes feeling sorry for both the Jewish singer and the black man for he had his face painted black. You can find it on youtube.com.
Later on November 22, 1963, President John Kennedy would be mournfully assassinated on that infamous date in history. But for the moment, my Mama and Daddy were in good spirits. World War II was over, and the United States was starting to get back into a more humane existence. The suffering of the Veteran’s that returned was pitiful and they were horrendously neglected both here and in England our “Allies.” Instead of coming back as “heroes” as the bravest and finest, many were just left homeless, armless, legless, eye or earless, terribly addicted, and thrown into streets as nothing more than White beggars. It didn’t hurt only them, but their families and our country that seemed to turn a blind eye towards them. Yet somehow, I think now, weren’t they the “White cream of the crop” and not the bottom of the dung heap? That’s the way it was then.
The Jews were freed from labor camps in 1945 and emigrated to the land of Israel and United States, and would do so en masse, something they all dreamed of, but were never able to achieve because of immigration quotas. White President Kennedy’s father, Joseph, said the only winner of World War II were the Jews. Yet Whites lost some of our best men from our gene pool, labor force, and even church people. The losses were on both sides. If Jews were the “winners” it was Whites especially White Christians that were the losers. And the dollar cost was astronomic indebted us for generations to come, always seeking new people to be born or to emigrate to help bear the financial load so the country wouldn’t collapse from bankruptcy.
It was Mama and Daddy’s 16th anniversary and what a joyous time. The heterosexual white Christian couple already had 7 children and they were struggling, but never complaining. Daddy worked for a Jewish book publishing firm in Lincolnwood, Illinois, which turned into Fawcett Books, which produced hard cover, paper back, and comic books. But they only paid him minimum wage, which was $.43 an hour when I was born. Jews never paid him a raise in 35 years, unless a forced government mandate ordered them to. Next time you see some loose change in your hands, it’s comparable to what Daddy made per hour working for Jews. He worked at carpentry, painting homes and businesses, gardening flowers, shrubs, trees and vegetables, fixing Thomas Alva Edison’s electrical inventions, or getting soaked to the bones with plumbing jobs, regular maintenance job, construction and building projects, cleaned up as a fine Polish janitor who not only did the work with a smile, slaved, but “bowed” to those above him. Daddy lived his life as a spiritual conquest of believing his hard work, (slavery) prayers and good deeds were a spiritual conquest of “good over evil,” but it seemed the “evil” ones always got ahead even ruled us. He cooked meals at home, playing sports with the family, singing, dancing and telling us jokes. Daddy could fix anything, and was forced to when Mama smashed anything and everything she could get her hands on or in her vision.
Mama also worked for rich Jew doctors, Vice-President of Spiegel catalogue sales, as their White Polish maid, cuddling nanny, and sparkling housecleaner and perhaps there was more she had to do for that money, but didn’t tell anyone. But Mama’s role was exhausting for she was breastfeeding all the babies for 2 years each. And that was a time when most of the women were adopting baby formula, sugar followed by 22 drugs. There are 30 helpless babies dying from baby formula every 30 seconds. It’s worthless and baby vitamins, baby food, baby cereal has to be added to diet and still not be as good as the only perfect food in the world for humans: breast milk! It was watching my Mama lovingly bare her breast and stick the nipple in my brother’s mouth, that I too would follow her example in a mostly white society that was “anti-breastfeeding!” I remember once seeing my Mama nurse my baby brother, Nicky, but also my older brother Eddie who almost died as a premature baby. Nicky was newborn, Eddie was 5, and Mama would have them both hanging and sucking at the same time gobbling God’s liquid white right to life! Yet it was these very doctor’s wives who didn’t want to take the time and wanted freedom from babies that demanded the baby formula for their offspring. Dreaded baby formula was literally a “prescription” to be used for babies of dead mothers who had no live milk supply.
Grandma Helen died of cirrhosis of the liver on November 1, 1939 according to her ancestry death certificate. She saw the Jewish Dr. Jacob Stern on Halloween October 31, according to her death certificate on 90th and Commercial and died the next day on All Saints Day. Later in my life, his cousin, another Dr. Stern, only this time a dentist, would sexually assault me and feel my breasts when I went to see him for an annual dental check-up. Even in my current life, I went to the dental school here in Las Vegas and told them how afraid I was of dentists. The head doctor came to comfort me and asked me “Why are you so afraid? You can tell me and don’t worry I heard all the stories. Perhaps it will ease your fears.”
I then replied to him sheepishly something I kept secret my entire life, “When I was about 11 years old, I went to see a Doctor Jacob Stern who was a dentist, and while he drilled my tooth with one hand, he was sexually feeling my breasts and verbally telling me “Oh I see you are sprouting nicely.” I was scared for I didn’t know about sex, nor that he commit a felony against me.
Although Grandpa was said to be a Polish Russian General that married a war bride from Russia and emigrated here, he worked as a chief engineer at the EJE Railroad associated with US Steel. But they had a secret home based business: a distillery. Perhaps they started that in back in Poland when grandpa came home from a war and used vodka as a medicine for healing his war wounds as many bootlegging women did in the Civil War for the screaming, suffering, and delirious returning mostly all White Veterans. I often wonder if they sold the bathtub vodka to Al Capone, who was the head of the illegal booze organization during the Prohibition Days, for Capone was from the South Side of Chicago as we lived and Bugsy Malone the North Side Kingpin. They once battled it out on the North Side of Chicago for control at the famous St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.
It was Grandma that distilled the booze in the bathtub and it was like White Lightening a higher proof than one can buy at the stores. It was the same for the women in the South of the United States during the Civil War, who would distill it for pleasure drinking as well as for the wounds and suffering of the 500,000 White men died during the Civil War.
Grandma Kopaczewski gradually drank some shots of the strong liquor that she made, and she began to change. Her temperament which was so motherly having 14 children began to get angry and violent. She would curse my grandfather out. And my cousin in an interview said that my grandmother would beat my mother until Mama was 19 years old and nearly married.
What I learned recently in my studies of genealogy was that the egg that hatched me from Mama’s womb was actually formed in Grandma’s womb when she carried Mama as a fetus. All of my mother’s eggs were formed in Grandma’s womb. A female only gets one set of eggs, and they develop her mother’s womb. It is different for a male, for each time he has an ejaculation, there are about a billion tiny white sperm and each ejaculation brings completely new chances for healthy breeding. But the female’s eggs can never be made new.
So in that respect the “egg” part of me actually was formed in Grandma’s womb. If Grandma were drinking her homemade White Lightening or green vodka as my brother Bert once wrote about in a song he wrote, that would have had serious health effects upon me and my sisters and brothers. Although Mama was born on July 20, 1911, and as Mama would say, same year as President Ronald Reagan, her eggs were formed on that day. And if Grandma was drinking heavy, it could have affected me and siblings with “fetal alcohol syndrome.” It could have been a source for depression later in life. The women’s bathrooms in Chicago taverns have a sign that warns women not to drink if they are thinking about pregnancy or are pregnant as alcohol can damage the fetus! Today, I would assert that if a white couple want children, they should get off of every form of drug: birth control pills, vitamins, caffeine, pills, anti-depressants, tranquilizers, illegal drugs, marijuana, and develop a healthy physical regime as well as a stable mental one through either prayer or good thinking. The fact that Grandma imbibed her brew could have unknowingly damaged Mama’s eggs, hence the children. In the last 100 years or more it was a huge problem for the people in Russia who were overtaken by Jewish Communists and responsible for much of the alcoholism
My folks certainly didn’t need another baby, but they wanted one. My grandparents had 14 children, Virginia, Stella, Lottie, Mary, Helen, Anna Rose, Josephine, Eddie, Tony, Martin, Michael (Mikey), Joseph, (13 & 14 = ?). Polish people are said to be great housekeepers and Mama said that grandma’s home was so clean; you could eat off her scrubbed floors and didn’t need a plate!
Daddy & Mama couldn’t afford another baby, and I was told that later in life by a sibling: “You should never have been born, Barbara Ann, we were too poor!” It’s where my sadness truly begins, an unwanted white baby, me.
That’s when my life began, November 22, 1946. That is the day my Daddy and Mama had sex…. again….. thru all their sweaty labor toiling for Jews for little money and much slaving work, it’s a miracle they found the time let alone energy. But they seemed to muster just a little more love and physical contact to produce me and bring forth this autobiography, with its secrets, laughs, tears, anger and joy!
No one else can write this for I am the youngest girl and my older siblings are dying off and the others do not remember. I too had difficulties this last year with my health and didn’t know if I would have the strength or even freedom of body movement on my right side to be able to hold the mouse and type, since I’m 65. My youngest brother is writing an autobiography but his is entirely “positive” and there needs to be the “other” side, hence the two books might give a more complete view.
It seems to me that being White Poor Daddy and Mama had no money for fancy dinners at the Chicago restaurants, or some token jewel for Mama’s inexhaustible toil, or a party for Daddy, who not only worked hard for Jews all day, but was a true father by giving the children lots of time, especially playing sports with us, or joking with us his favorite song “I Wish I Were Single Again,” and when it came to part, “my pockets would jingle again,” he’d make the family laugh. That was our entertainment which we made ourselves! Mama’s egg and Daddy’s sperm united in one magnificent ballet! And that was me! A White raced embryo. Not only White. I’m assuming “pedigreed” White Polish for even though ancestry documents display Austria, Poland, on some documents and Mama’s words say that Grandma was a Russian War Bride, the boundaries and borders of Poland were always being chopped up over many grizzly wars, always making Poland a land in flux without borders. (Sounds like USA today with constant wars and no Southern border?) Historically speaking, if there was a crown on the head of the white eagle on the red and white flag, Poland was free and sovereign. If there was no eagle, another neighboring country had won our people and land during a war, as if one wins in a lottery some money. Yet are not people the highest form of species and not just a token in a game? It was then we became body-bags or slaves for not just the Jews of Poland but the neighboring country that axed our borders and annexed us to theirs or divided us up among several countries.
I wondered in my ancestry study why did my folks make me and have sex that night of November 22, humanly speaking, when they absolutely couldn’t afford me. Think of all the luxuries our white neighbors had with only one or two children. The Bogielczyk neighbor’s on one side had a lovely home, green plush lawn where they played croquet, had sandwiches, and they dressed to meet the Jewish-raced trends who actually control our fashion industry. The Sobus’ had a lovely garden I could see over the fence they had put up to keep their property for their “own” use. It makes me wonder why the USA today has open borders where brown Mexicans have flooded over and we don’t even have a fence, like the yellow Chinese built their Great Wall of China to keep their race pure.
On my Daddy’s side in Lackawanna, New York, his father, Valentine, or Walenty, William, was from Austria, Galicia according to ancestry vital records, such as birth and marriage certificates. Valentine’s parents were Michael and Agatha Nowak. It was the biggest shock of all the information I researched for I assumed since both parents spoke Polish I naturally was Polish. Also, growing up Polish and having had to endure rotten and insulting Polish jokes my entire life, I had a self-esteem problem. Something today even blacks don’t have with all the generations of intentional “black pride” and “sympathy for blacks.” But thankfully, thru deeper research I realized it was the Jewish comedians to spread the “dumb Polak” jokes around to defame us as Jews have done in Hollywood to defame the White blonde woman, calling her a dumb blonde. Jews would never defame their own mother, wife, or daughter with kinky hair and call them “kinky Kyke Jews!” It’s the same thing.
Daddy’s mother was named Jadwiga Kurdziel Nowak and she had 5 children. It was handed down from generation to generation that Jadwiga was very beautiful. Her parents were Wawzniec Kurdziel and Agata (Haniel, which name seems to mean in Hebrew, Grace of God) both from Austria Later when I began my study of ancestry, I would seek out famous Austrians and Poles that literally changed my concept of life and answered the age old question: “Who Am I?
There’s a very interesting story I came across on the internet on the internet about a famous Queen Jadwiga. And I like to think of those Polish people that came before me as my relatives. Here’s a painting done by famous Polish Artist, Jan Matejko. He also painted the “Reception of the Jews 1096,” which was when the Polish royalty admitted Jews into my ancestor’s country for the first time.
Queen Jadwiga (Yad-wee-gah) of Poland, whom my paternal Grandma was named after, was actually crowned a “King” in her own sovereign right, not as a female Queen to a husband, when she was 10 years old October 15, 1384. She later was to have total rule of Poland and Lithuania. Coincidentally, when I married my husband, he was from Lithuania like Jagiello, and I was from Poland like Jadwiga.
Queen Jadwiga’s life entailed a romantic love story. This true story would be equivalent to the romantic epic of the British Romeo and Juliet, which was fictitious, but instead of England, the setting is Poland, 1300s, and was true. At the age of 4 years old this little future female “King of Poland” Jadwiga was betrothed to Wilhelm of Austria, although either could break the engagement until age 14. They played together in their childhood. But there had been much warfare between Lithuania who would raid Poland’s borders, (in those days borders were protected). So the Polish nobles (who generally were Jews) presented her with a future husband who was a Prince from Lithuania by the name of Jagiello. (Just a side note, but I later had a friend, Lil’ Wally Jagiello, who was the first man elected into the Polka Hall of Fame in 1967, wrote 3000 songs, one also for Polish Pope John Paul, and a song for the Chicago White Sox.)
But Jadwiga insisted on her childhood sweetheart William who, a year after her coronation, rode to marry her. He was 15 and she was 11. When Prince William of Austria arrived at the castle gate, he found it barricaded by the nobles that wanted to keep her from marriage to him. They insisted and advised her to marry Jagiello, so that Poland could annex Lithuania, and that they would be converted to Catholicism (Christianity.) Also, it would stop the border wars and tension between the two countries.
Young, impetuous and passionate, Queen Jadwiga heard that Prince William was outside the gate, and ran to meet him. When she saw the wooden gate was barricaded she grabbed the axe of the guard and start to furiously chop away to get to her lover. But her love and heart were stopped by the Nobles who again reminded her of the role of Queen and she was bound to do what was best for Poland. She acquiesced to their commands, abandoned sweet Prince William, and went towards her destiny as wife of Grand Duke Jagiello of Lithuania.
It was ironic for 600 years later, the Jewish Communists which led many White people of Europe would go to massacre and starve the Christian White people of Lithuania and destroy Christianity in Eastern Europe.
Thinking back of the knowledge of my ethnic or racial roots, it was so refreshing, yet painful, to study my own White Polish ancestry for I knew more about the Black African history through TV shows like Black “Roots,” school lessons or subliminally from the people around me who developed a keen awareness of Black’s life. Now the media has flooded my consciousness of Black President Obama’s ancestry with news or books on his “autobiography” about his Black “father,” (one book says it is Barack Obama Sr. and the other says it is Frank Marshal Davis, leading Communist of Chicago and editor of Communist newspaper.) I know more and feel more about Black people who were workers, not slaves, in the South and in Africa, than I know and feel about my own Polish heritage which was intentionally erased from my mind, as well as my people’s collective mind, like the white chalk dust off the school blackboard. We were always taught, “You are in America now; you forget the past in Polish; you speak English.” Actually it was “you speak English or else, and perhaps the nuns would beat us, which I’m sure the brown Mexicans don’t get today in America. It was only thru a quirk of fate, that changed that deeply engrained view into not only accepting my Polish heritage, heal the shame that I was Polish, but actually love and embrace it and hope others to know about it as I have studied theirs. It boosts one self-esteem and worth. It is said today that Blacks do not have a self-esteem problem, but most Whites do! Yet one wonders where might we find a source of hope and help to embolden the White people, and perhaps it might be in one of my Daddy’s spiritual and business mentors from that little town of Lackawanna, New York, near Niagara Falls.