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polish-spirit · 5 months
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Sąd Okręgowy w Sosnowcu (1923-1939).
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telogreika · 2 months
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WW2 Campaigns uniform comparison series part 4!
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surfingkaliyuga · 1 year
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Polish children in a kindergarten operated by the mutual aid association Rodzina Kolejowa (Railway Family). The wall is decorated with a tapestry depicting a stylised White Eagle and portraits of President Ignacy Mościcki and Marshal Józef Piłsudski (c.1935, Radom).
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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“ANTI-JEWISH RIOTS CONTINUE IN LWOW,” Montreal Gazette. November 30, 1932. Page 2. ---- Tanks and Armored Cars Roll Into Action ---- Other Polish Cities Affected ---- Lwow, Poland, November 29. Tanks and armored cars equipped with machine guns rolled into action today to stamp out riots involving Jews and anti-Semites in which about 300 persons were injured.
The funeral of a Polish student, who was killed in similar disorders yesterday, was attended by 60,000 persons and it turned into a huge anti-Semitic demonstration.
A Polish student returning from the funeral was shot by a marksman who fired from a window, and a short time later he died. This second fatality caused the authorities to fear new disturbances tomorrow when memorial masses will be said for today's victim. Considerable alarm was expressed in Warsaw and the Government suppressed newspapers that were inciting to violence.
The rioting spread to other cities. At Vilna University several students were injured, four of them requiring hospital treatment, and at Czenstochowa several Jewish citizens were beaten, one of them suffering serious injuries.
Here in Lwow there were clashes in almost all parts of the city, the chief combatants being Polish Nationalists and Jewish Communists. The poflce were reinforced by ail the men receiving training at the police suburban school, and the streets of the city resemble an armed camp.
Warsaw University was closed after clashes in which several persons, including a law professor, were injured.
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chicago-geniza · 2 years
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finally figured out why Bohdan never shows up in all the fuckin' fancy Pedigrees the Noble & Most Ancient Zahorski Line commissions like all szlachta families and it is because his father disowned him in the Krakow Social Democrat newspaper. Embarrassing
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wikagirl · 9 months
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really worried that my village is going to go down a track of racism now.
A bunch of middle eastern dudes bought an old house near the church last year.
last week they were caught stealing from other peoples gardens.
Yesterday one of them straight up threw a rock the size of your average bar of soap at the head of a girl that was just chilling on the stepts of the church (they‘re a popular hangout spot for the youth in our village) during the anniversary celebration of our volunteery firefighters. There were several eye witnesses, the girl is now in the hospital in critical condition.
My village allready has an issue with racism towards eastern folks and I feel like this is only going to make it worse because like 80% of the people here were born during or right after ww2 and don‘t really seem to understand that every culture has some bad apples and just because this guy is an absolute ass that doesn’t mean that everyone from his culture is.
The guy is most likely going to get a charge with attempted manslaughter.
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mapsontheweb · 2 months
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Christian denominations in the Second Polish Republic, 1931.
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girlactionfigure · 1 year
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It was a "small" act.
But, at the time, she didn’t realize she was making a life-changing, and life-saving decision, not only for her but for hundreds of Polish Jews during the Second World War, helping save them from Nazi execution.
Only when she died last year, on April 8, 2022, at the age of 107 did the rest of the world learn of her courage.
She was born Carmen Koppel in Vienna, daughter of Frieda and Emil Koppel. Her father, an opera-loving grain merchant, chose her name after Bizet’s Carmen,” according to The Guardian, “She studied languages at the University of Vienna, taking shorthand to help with her note-taking.”
She said “My mother had insisted that I learn something useful, so I learnt to type.”
“In 1936 she married Josef Weitmann, who owned a curtain-making business in Kraków, and the couple settled there and had a son, Sascha.
“After the German occupation of Poland in 1939, the administration wanted to re-establish Kraków as Krakau, a German city. As Jews, [she] and her husband were forced to live in the Kraków ghetto, established by the Nazis in 1940. Its inhabitants were allowed to leave and return only with special permits. Josef was killed while trying to escape; Sascha was smuggled to relatives in Hungary.”
According to the New York Times, “in late 1944, as a slave laborer in the administrative offices of the Plaszow concentration camp in Poland, [she] typed an important version of the manifest of prisoners bound for [a] munitions factory in the area of the Czech Republic then known as the Sudetenland.”
“It was in those offices” that she also added her name and the names of two friends to the list, indicating her profession as “schreibkraft,” according to writer Alex Mindlin.
By typing that list, she almost certainly saved her own life, the lives of her friends, and many others, according to Mindlin.
That “list” “saved them from the gas chambers of Auschwitz, where most of the other Jews from Plaszow were deported,” according to The Teller Report.
Years later after the war, she would meet again the man who had made that list possible, the man who employed her.
She had a different last name by this time, but he still remembered her by her nickname. [She never liked the name “Carmen”, so close friends referred to her after a character in “La Bohème”.]
'It must have been around 1953,” she said. “I had gone to Vienna and I was walking along a street with an uncle. We were passing a coffee house where there was a group of people sitting. This large man ran across and hugged and started kissing me, saying: ‘Mimi, Mimi…’
“It was then that I realised that it was Schindler sitting with some of the Jews he had rescued.”
“The documents that [Mimi Reinhardt] worked on were made famous by Thomas Keneally’s 1982 novel . . . and by the 1993 Steven Spielberg movie ["Schindler's List"], both of which detailed the extraordinary lengths to which [Oskar] Schindler went to save the lives of some 1,200 of his Jewish workers,” according to the Times.
Other sources cite the number of lives saved even higher. According to AFP (Agence France-Presse) and The Times of Israel, “The lists which Reinhardt compiled for [Schindler] helped save the lives of some 1,300 Jews at considerable risk to his own life.”
“Austrian-born Reinhardt (sometimes spelled “Reinhard), herself a Jew, was recruited by Schindler himself and worked for him until 1945.”
This is a new story for the Jon S. Randal Peace Page. The Peace Page focuses on past and present stories seldom told of lives forgotten, ignored, or dismissed. The stories are gathered from writers, journalists, and historians to share awareness and foster understanding, to bring people together. And, as such, the stories are never relegated to one single month - they are available all year in the Peace Page archives and on this page each week throughout the year. We encourage you to learn more about the individuals and events mentioned here and to support the writers, educators, and historians whose words we present. Thank you for being here and helping us share awareness.
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Reinhardt, then known as Carmen Koppel, “survived the final liquidation of the Kraków ghetto in March 1943, when 2,000 Jews were slaughtered, because the Nazis deemed her language and secretarial skills useful,” according to The Guardian.
At the time, the Red Army was approaching Poland and workers in Plaszow were being sent west to death camps,” according to The New York Times.
Reinhardt was a “prisoner at a concentration camp near Krakow, Poland during WWII in 1944,” according to the World Jewish Congress, when Schindler recruited her for a job in the camp's administrative office.
“Schindler and his Jewish accountant Itzhak Stern, who had helped to motivate Schindler, prepared the 'list' of essential workers - all of them Jews - for relocation to his new factory,' according to writer Peter Beaumont.
As Schindler’s secretary, Reinhardt “drew up the lists of Jewish workers in the Polish city of Krakow to work in the factory of her German industrialist boss”, according to writer Caroline Frost.
“This was a highly risky enterprise but is estimated to have saved . . . [the] workers from deportation and almost certain death in Nazi concentration camps.”
Reinhardt also “added the names of friends and her own married names until Schindler's quota negotiated with the SS was fulfilled: "Weitmann, Carmen, January 15, 1915, typist" is number 279 on the list.
“The rescue almost went awry” according to The Teller Report.
“On the way to Brünnlitz in 1944, the train carrying Schindler’s workers was diverted to Auschwitz,” according to The Guardian. “Death seemed inevitable. But Schindler used his military intelligence contacts to stop the diversion, claiming that these workers were vital for his armaments factory.”
“They had to stay in Auschwitz for two weeks,” according to The Teller Report.
“Mimi Reinhardt later compared the time to Dante's ‘Inferno’.”
“At the war’s end, [Schindler’s] workers were liberated, and Mimi was reunited with Sascha.”
Reinhardt “settled for a time in Morocco and then New York, where she lived for 50 years,” according to The Guardian. “She kept in touch with other ‘Schindler Jews’ whose lives had been saved by escaping the Plaszów camp under Schindler’s protection, but did not speak publicly about her earlier life until she moved to Israel in 2007.”
In Israel, she joined “her only son, Sacha Weitman, who was then a professor of sociology at Tel Aviv University,” according to The Times of Israel.
Schindler died in 1974, when he “was named by Israel’s Yad Vashem Holocaust museum as a member of the ‘Righteous Among the Nations’, an honour for non-Jews who tried to save Jews from Nazi extermination,’ according to Frost. “He is buried on the Mount of Olives just outside Jerusalem.”
The story of Reinhardt’s “small act” came to light when she was being interviewed by the Jewish Agency for Israel. (Note, “Reinhardt wasn’t directly portrayed in the Schindler’s List film,” according to News18.)
Reinhardt “expressed regret that Mr. Schindler, whom she adored, did not become a household name until after his death in 1974,” wrote Mindlin.
“He would have loved it, the attention,” she said.
She added in another interview, "I saw a man who was constantly risking his life for what he was doing. He was human. He must have had a heart of gold."
Reinhardt spent her last years at a nursing home north of Tel Aviv.
She is “mourned by her son and his family, as well as the thousands of people whose parents and grandparents she helped escape certain death,” according to the Jerusalem Post.
She has three granddaughters, nine great-grandchildren and two great-great-grandchildren.
In the image attached, Sasha Weitman, son of Mimi Reinhardt, holds an old photograph of his mother in Herzliya, Israel, (AP Photo/Ariel Schalit).
Of her contribution to history and assisting Schindler in saving hundreds of her fellow Jews, Reinhardt said, “I was just typing the list.”
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spaghetti-polonaise · 6 months
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For various reasons, I will not be making an Excessively Long Post About Polish History, but if I did it would cover:
The Great Migration Period and Proto-Slavic People
Early Medieval Politics of the Pannonian Steppe: The Avar Kaganate, Great Moravia, and the Hungarian Confederation
"Legendary Poland" and its Historical Context: White Croatia, the Lechitic Tribes, and the Beginnings of the Viking Age
The First Piast State (800s-1031): Terriotorial Expansion, Relations With Christian States, and Aristocratic Politics
The 1030s: Civil War, Pagan Reaction, Invasion, and Restoration
The Second Piast State (1039-1138): Recovery and Turmoil
Feudalism and Fragmentation (1138-1320), High Dukes of Poland
The Northern Crusades and the Teutonic Knights
Urbanization, Magdeburg Law, and Religious Tolerance
The Late Piast Monarchy (1320-1370): Reunification, Construction, Political Reforms, and Eastward Expansion
Angevin Transition, King Jadwiga, and the Union with Lithuania
Jagiellonian Poland (1385-1572): Personal Union, the Sejm and Szlachta, Religion
The Early Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (1572-1648): Elective Monarchy, Golden Age
Decline of the Commonwealth (1648-1764): Liberum Veto, Sarmatianism, Foreign Intervention
Enlightenment, Reform, and Partition (1764-1795)
Poland and Prussia
Poland and Moscow
Poland and the Ottomans
Poland and Sweden
Poland and Ukraine
Poland and the French Revolution: Polish Legions, Duchy of Warsaw, Congress of Vienna
The Polish Cause, the Polish Question, Uprisings, and the Great Emigration
Free City of Krakow (1815-1846)
Congress Poland (1815-1864) and Vistula Land (1867-1915): The Russian Partition
The Prussian Partition: Greater Poland Uprisings, Germanization, and Urbanization
Galicia and Lodomeria (1772-1918): The Austrian Partition, Polish-Ukrainian Relations, and Polish cultural revival
Poland in World War One: Polish Legions, Mitteleuropa, and the Polish Republic
Interbellum Democracy (1918-1926): Border Wars, Reforms, and Foreign Relations
Interbellum Military Rule (1926-1939): Pilsudski's Coup, the "Sanation" Regime, and Rising Nationalism
Poland in World War Two: the Polish Underground State, the Government-In-Exile, and the Foreign Legion; GeneralPlan Ost
The Holocaust In Poland
Post-War Provisional Government (1945-1947): Population Transfers, Soviet Domination, and Post-War Pogroms
The PRL Under Bierut (1948-1955): the Start of PZPR Rule, the Red Terror, and Persecution of the Church
The Polish October, Reform, and Liberalization: Poland in the Late 1950s
The 1960s: Stagnation, Crackdowns, and Antisemitism
The Late PRL: Worker Revolts, the Solidarity Movement, Martial Law, and the Role of Catholicism
1989: the Round Table Agreement, Free Elections, and the End of the PRL
The Third Polish Republic (1989-1999): Shock Therapy, Inflation, Democratic Consolidation, and NATO Membership
The Third Polish Republic (2000-2015): the EU, Populism, PiS and PO
Democratic Backsliding (2015-present): Rule-of-Law Crisis, Freedom of the Press, Resurgent Nationalism, Restricting Abortion, Church Scandals, and Attacks on Refugees and Queer Poles
... To be honest, each of those really deserves its own post
Also, polblr? VOTE if you can, so that we can remove "present" from the timestamp on that last point
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Nuremberg Defendants: Part 2, Joachim von Ribbentrop - Nazi Foreign Minister
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Continuing my Nuremberg Defendants series. Check links to see posts I've made on previous defendants (Hess wasn't part of the series, but I've already made a post about him):
Rudolf Hess
Alfred Rosenberg
-Joachim von Ribbentrop was born as Ulrich Friedrich Willy Joachim Ribbentrop on the 30th of April, 1893. He was not born into aristocracy (his father did not have the “von” in his name), Joachim grew up in an average middle class family with an older brother and a younger sister.
-Ribbentrop's mother died from tuberculosis when he was still very young. This event undoubtedly had an effect on him for the rest of his life (and I will explain in detail as we go further).
-He had no formal education after the age of fifteen. In school Ribbentrop was an underachiever and showed no signs of being an academic. His father had paid for French and English language tutors to teach him both languages.
-At seventeen, Joachim and his brother were sent to London for a year to polish up their English. After that year they both moved to Canada.
-Ribbentrop's life in Canada seemed to have been a happy one. He was popular, invited to many parties and was argued to have been sort of a ladies man. He worked as a banker and also as a construction worker, going on to help the reconstruction of the Quebec Bridge. Ribbentrop also had a passion for dancing and ice skating. he was even a member of a Canadian ice skating team.
-It was during this time that both Ribbentrop and his brother came down with tuberculosis. Ribbentrop's brother died, however Ribbentrop fortunately survived but had to have one of his kidneys removed. The effects of having his kidney removed were very clear. His left eye would sometimes droop, giving the effect of him looking tired. As a result he had a crippling inferiority complex.
-When the Great War broke out, Ribbentrop carefully returned to Germany to fight for his nation. It was during the war when Ribbentrop first met Franz von Papen (who will be the topic of a future post), a man that went on to become Chancellor under the Weimar Republic.
-After the war, Ribbentrop made a living out of his champagne business, which involved smuggling champagne from other countries. At this time, Ribbentrop was friends with Jewish people, even doing business with them. Ribbentrop was the only member of the inner circle that had previously moved around Jewish circles prior to joining the Nazi Party. He had no strong opinions at the time, people knew him as a moderately conservative monarchist. At elections he would vote for the DVP.
-Gradually Ribbentrop's personality began to change. Gone was the polite and somewhat shy young man, now he was becoming more insufferable as he went on long rants on the dangers of communism. What's more is that Ribbentrop had asked his aunt to adopt him aged in his early thirties so he could add the 'von' (a sign of German nobility - his aunt was a 'von Ribbentrop') to his name. His aunt agreed but was required to pay her a regular sum of money. When he stopped paying, his aunt took him to court and forced him to continue paying.
-In 1920, Ribbentrop married Anna Elisabeth Henkell (Annaliese to her friends). Anna's parents were not fond of Ribbentrop and considered him to be an idiot. The marriage produced five children, and Ribbentrop's eldest (Rudolf von Ribbentrop - born 1921) went on to serve in the Second World War as well as writing a book about his father post-war. Anna was a very ambitious woman and often pushed Ribbentrop around in all matters, including political. Hitler noted that it was clearly her who wore the trousers in the relationship.
-Fascinatingly, Ribbentrop didn't join the Nazi Party until 1932, which was around the time that Hitler was starting to get desperate for power. In late 1932, Hitler was using Ribbentrop's house to hold talks with Franz von Papen (as Papen was an old war friend of Ribbentrop's - and at this time Papen had lost his job as Chancellor of Germany, he was looking for a way to return to power. This moment in history is often referred to as the “Backstairs Intrigue”.)
-For the first few years of the Nazi regime, Ribbentrop had no government role. He mostly spent time in Britain and France, trying to establish connections for Hitler. In 1936, he was made Ambassador to Britain after the incumbent had died suddenly of a heart attack. Ribbentrop's appointment was unexpected, nor did he want the role. Prior to becoming ambassador, Ribbentrop was fond of holidaying in Britain and had hoped to one day retire in St Ives in Cornwall.
-He had a very bad reputation as ambassador and was dubbed 'von Brickendrop' due to his multiple gaffes while in this role. His most famous was when he almost knocked over King George VI by doing the Nazi greeting when the King had reached to shake Ribbentrop's hand. He was not well liked by the British Press nor the British public. Throughout his position (which lasted just over a year) he spent no longer than just a few weeks in London, mostly to stay close to his beloved Führer back home. Overall, his experience as Ambassador turned Ribbentrop from being an Anglophile to an Anglophobe.
-In 1938 Ribbentrop was made Foreign Minister, succeeding Konstantin von Neurath (who will be the topic of a future post). This was the position that Ribbentrop had dreamed of (and a position that his long-term enemy, Alfred Rosenberg, had also hoped for). In this role, Ribbentrop had significant influence over Hitler in the early years of World War 2, even encouraging Hitler to invade Poland despite threats from the British as he claimed “they would not fight seriously.” In this post, Ribbentrop's proudest achievement was his Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact (also referred to as the German-Soviet Nonaggression Pact). After the invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, Ribbentrop gradually lost influence in his role as Foreign Minister.
-Ribbentrop's role in the Final Solution was fairly ambiguous, but he was most certainly aware that atrocities were taking place. Ribbentrop preferred to look the other way and have someone else do the work. From August 1941, Ribbentrop ordered all future communications sent to the Foreign office to be directed to the office of his subordinates. There is no evidence that Ribbentrop intervened in the exterminations, except on one occasion which was purely on the issue of jurisdiction, rather than humanity. Ribbentrop had involved himself in other war crimes, such as legalising and encouraging the lynching of captured Allied bomber crews in Germany. Although the likes of Göring opposed such measures, and the army favoured it in only a few circumstances, Ribbentrop wished to Lynch the perpetrators of 'every type of terror attack on the German population”, despite this being a violation of international law. This was the main charge against him on count 3 of the Nuremberg indictment (war crimes).
-From 1945, Ribbentrop was essentially powerless. After the suicide of Hitler on the 30th of April (ironic because that's also Ribbentrop's birthday), Ribbentrop fled to Flensburg in an attempt to secure a role in the Dönitz government. Ribbentrop was quickly turned down and so fled to Hamburg, where he went by the alias Johann Riese. He was captured by the British after his whereabouts had been exposed. Ribbentrop was discovered asleep, wearing pink and white pyjamas and a small tin of poison attached to his genitals. Upon being woken up, he began to mumble nervously in German, but as soon as he became conscious of the situation, he spoke in perfect English a prepared speech: “The game is up. I congratulate you. You know who I am. If you had come two days later, I would have already given myself up voluntarily.” The British had also discovered a letter written by Ribbentrop to “Vincent Churchill” (not a spelling mistake on my part, that's Ribbentrop's mistake).
-At Nuremberg, Ribbentrop was a depressed and broken man. So much so that his lawyer (Dr Martin Horn) feared he was close to a psychological breakdown. In fact, Ribbentrop was considered one of the worst suicide risks at Nuremberg, and prison Psychiatrist Dr Kelley was instructed to keep a close eye on him. Ribbentrop's first lawyer was Dr Fritz Sauter (who was also acting for Baldur von Schirach - a subject of a future post), however at the start of 1946 he ceased to be his lawyer either because Ribbentrop dismissed him or he resigned out of exasperation (sources differ on this). Ribbentrop was therefore represented by Dr Martin Horn. On the witness stand, Ribbentrop was a mess and had a tendency to ramble and contradict himself.
-Ribbentrop was found guilty on all four counts of the Nuremberg indictment and was sentenced to death by hanging. He spent his last few days closely studying his Bible. After the unexpected suicide of Göring on the night of the executions, Ribbentrop was the first to be hung. On the scaffold his last words were: “God protect Germany, God have mercy on my soul. My final wish is that Germany should recover her unity, and that, for the sake of peace, there should be understanding between East and West.” He then turned to the Protestant Pastor Gerecke and said “I'll see you again.” Ribbentrop's hanging was badly botched, his neck didn't snap when falling through the trapdoor, therefore strangling him to death. Ribbentrop took around 10-20 minutes to die.
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EINSATZGRUPPEN
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These are some facts and curiosities about the Einsatzgruppen, The Death Squads:
The origins of the Einsatzgruppen can be traced back to the creation of a dedicated Einsatzkommando by Reinhard Heydrich for the purpose of safeguarding government buildings and the documents contained therein during the annexation of Austria by Germany in March 1938.
For the Polish campaign Heydrich again formed the Einsatzgruppen to follow the advance of the German armies but, unlike previous operations, he gave the commanders of these units carte blanche to kill members of those groups that the Germans considered hostile.
After the invasion of Poland the Einsatzgruppen began that career of "death squads" which made them sadly famous by "beheading" the Polish intelligentsia and killing politicians, scholars, teachers and members of the clergy.
In May 1940, during the invasion of the Netherlands, Belgium and France, the Einsatzgruppen were activated once again to follow the advance of the Wehrmacht, but, unlike what had happened in Poland, in this case they were limited to the task originally for the protection of public buildings and documents.
During the invasion of the Soviet Union which began in June 1941, the Einsatzgruppen killed Jews, partisans and members of the Communist Party on a much larger scale than in Poland.
Each Einsatzgruppe, divided into operational units called Einsatzkommandos and Sonderkommandos, was logistically dependent on the German army's army groups but totally independent from them for the "special tasks" that were entrusted to it, having to report exclusively to the SS- und Polizeiführer ("Commander of the SS and Police») of the area of ​​use.
Within a short time the Einsatzgruppen were increasingly involved in the direct mass killing - the organization of "spontaneous" pogroms had not given the desired results - of Jewish Soviet citizens.
Initially the men of the Einsatzgruppen refrained from killing women and children but Himmler's calls for greater "harshness" quickly changed things and, starting from July-August 1941, the massacres also extended to these categories.
The most efficient of the Einsatzgruppen engaged in the Soviet Union was Einsatzgruppe A which operated in the Baltic republics (Estonia, Lithuania and Latvia) occupied by the Soviets in 1939. -
The unit was the first Einsatzgruppe to complete its intended task of eliminating all Jews in its area of ​​responsibility, making it judenfrei ("Jew-free"). -
After December 1941 the other three Einsatzgruppen began what the historian Raul Hilberg called the "second sweep", which ended in the summer of 1942, trying to reach the results obtained by Einsatzgruppe A.
It is estimated that the Einsatzgruppen killed around 1,500,000 people in the Soviet Union: Jews, communists, prisoners of war and gypsies. In addition to their extermination tasks, the Einsatzgruppen were also widely used in anti-partisan warfare.
The Einsatzgruppen were never permanent units but rather departments created ad hoc using personnel from the ranks of the SS, the SD and from various departments of the German police such as the Ordnungspolizei, the gendarmerie, the Kripo and the Gestapo.
The commanders and main coordinators of the Einsatzgruppen were tried on charges of crimes against humanity, war crimes and SS affiliation
Commanders:
Einsatzgruppe A: SS-Brigadeführer Dr. Franz Walter Stahlecker (until 23 March 1942)
Einsatzgruppe B: SS-Brigadeführer Arthur Nebe (until October 1941)
Einsatzgruppe C: SS-Gruppenführer Dr. Otto Rasch (until October 1941)
Einsatzgruppe D: SS-Gruppenführer Prof. Otto Ohlendorf (until June 1942)
Sources:
Wikipedia: Einsatzgruppen
Military Wiki: Einsatzgruppen
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polish-spirit · 2 months
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Pociąg w okolicy Worochty (1936).
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koffeeaddiction · 7 months
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Hey @invisible-hidden
I did both gerpol and ame falling on russia
Ame: * falling from the sky * Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
Rus:* talking with someone*
Ame falls on russia and poor russias back
East and polska: ...
Polska: not the weirdest sh*t iv'e seen today
( yes east in my au is alive and well and not dead and next to him is republic of polands or RP brother polska and he is the second youngest in the polish siblings ) also germany ( west ) is a woman in my au
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dindjarinandlysakane · 11 months
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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 5 - A Chaperone
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Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.
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Chapter 5
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Din Djarin stood, arms folded over his beskar-armoured chest, leaning up against the silver tree beside him.
It was a warm and breezy day, and Din found himself back in the city of Nevarro. He had been checking in with Greef Karga on how things were going. If there was any more trouble, the Manadalorian wanted to know about it.
The pair, along with Grogu, had come out on the streets for a stoll, running into the new Marshal of the city - the former droid IG-11.
A small crowd had gathered around the Marshal, Karga and now Grogu, who seemed elated  to see his old droid friend back in action.
The Mandalorian, who hated large gatherings of people, was more than happy to stand on the sidelines and watch as Karga introduced folks to the newly painted droid. IG-11 was today looking particularly shiny, obviously having had a fresh polish and a paint job.
Din, gazing over, gave a weary grunt, rotating his stiff shoulder absent-mindedly.
For the past four days, Din and Grogu had been on Mandalore.
It had been a fleeting visit, more out of curiosity than anything else.
But it had been good to catch up with the progress Bo Katan and the Armorer had been making in getting the planet on its feet.
Din knew that it it would likely take several lifetimes to get Mandalore back to what it once was. But just the idea of having a place where Mandalorians could live and prosper made it all worthwhile.
But as nice as it was to see friends, or travelling through the stars on missions given to him by the New Republic, he now appreciated having a place of his own to call home.
Sleeping in his old Razorcrest had been one thing, with access to a bunk at least. But his N-1 Starfighter didn't have space to even move, let alone lie down. So coming back to a comfortable bed was something Din looked forward to these days.
His entire body ached from the time he had spent over the last few days sleeping awkwardly in a confined space, with Grogu on his lap.
“Are you jealous?” came a sudden familiar voice from Din’s side. Causing the Mandalorian to immediately turn his head… only to come face to face with Lysa Kane, stood there, shoulder to shoulder with him, staring out at the crowd ahead.
Din paused for a long second, eyeing her.
The blonde woman today had her golden hair thrown back over her shoulders, tied back by two thin braids. She wore a long, lilac tunic dress that fell to the floor, and slung over the crook of her elbow was a stiff woven basket.
Din was surprised to see her, but then again, why should he be? This was her city after all.
“Excuse me?” he retorted in a familiar manner.
But Lysa glanced up at him for the first time, quirking an eyebrow in his direction playfully.
“I said, are you jealous?” she said with a nod over towards IG-11, who was stood shaking hands with a small child.
But when Din remained silent, she gave a huge roll of her eyes.
“Of the Marshal’s shiny new armour. I’d say it’s on a par with yours…” she tilted her head staring over at the droid. “...or maybe his just takes the edge.”
At her words, Din let out a snort.
“Mine is beskar armour. His is just metal alloy and durasteel, there's absolutely no competition,” quipped Din.
He was enjoying the recent repertoire between them.
But Lysa just gave a smirk, bumping her hip with his.
“Hmmm you keep telling yourself that, Mandalorian.”
Din couldn't help but chuckle behind his helmet, looking back over to the crowd, ignoring the feeling of his heart beginning to beat a drumbeat inside his ribcage.
“So…you want to walk me to the market?” said Lysa suddenly, giving him another playful nudge, and gesturing with the basket in her hand.
Din looked her way, blinking for a moment. “Why? Do you need a chaperone?”
Lysa gave a smirk. “No. But I do want the company,” she said turning and pacing slowly away, before looking back at him over her shoulder. “Come on, Din Djarin.”
At this Din couldn't help but grin, letting out a faux-tired sigh.
“Fine,” he muttered, as he followed her a few steps.
Glancing over to where Karga was stood beside Grogu and IG-11, the Mandalorian gave a shout.
“You mind keeping an eye on the kid for me?”
Karga immediately looked his way, before his eyes travelled to Lysa, a knowing smile teasing at his lips.
“No problem. He’s enjoying himself. You should do the same,” said the now-High Magistrate in a suggestive tone, causing Din to roll his eyes.
He let out a huff, before falling into step with Lysa, who peered back to Grogu and the others.
“So…” she said gently after they had turned the corner. “Can I ask.....Grogu is your…..son?”
“Yes,” said Din matter-of-factly. “I adopted him recently. But it feels like he’s been in my life for a long time.”
Lysa offered him a smile.
“You’re sweet with him,” she said in a gentle tone. “And I did wonder what the deal was…”
Din looked her way, frowning. “What do you mean?”
But Lysa gave a small shrug, avoiding his eye.
“Well…you know you don't exactly look alike, and I didnt want to offend…” she said quickly with a shake of her head, the tops of her cheeks turning pink. “Interspecies procreation isn't a dirty word anymore…and so I didn't want to presume…”
She trailed off, her cheeks now completely red.
“He’s adopted,” reiterated Din. “There was no procreation involved…well not by me anyway.”
The Mandalorian quickly cleared his throat. Right now he was glad he had his helmet on. because it wasn't only Lysa’s face that had turned red.
“I mean…” Din gave another cough, before giving up all hope of rescuing this conversation.
The pair were silent a few long moments, as they walked down the cobbled winding street together, side by side.
“So you said you were born in Naboo,” Din said conversationally, his heart thudding in his chest. What the hell was wrong him today? “That where you grew up too?”
Lysa gave a slow nod.
“Yes, it was a great place to live,” she said, her voice sounding distant.
“So why did you decide to leave?” asked Din carefully.
He noticed the blonde woman worrying at her lips for a moment before answering.
“My parents died when I was seventeen,” she said in a gentle voice. “There was a fire…in their shop and….well, I didn’t have anything to stick around for after that. So I hitched a lift and went from planet to planet for a while….and then a year ago we arrived here on Nevarro.”
Din stared at her for a long moment, knowing that there was a lot she had missed out of her life story. Lots that she obviously hadn't wanted to detail to Din.
Lysa seemed just a handful of years younger than him and yet that didn't mean she had lived any less of a life than he had.
Din was quiet for a moment pondering whether he should ask his next question. But before he knew it, the words were already spilling from his lips.
“This where you met Crix? Nevarro?”
Din hoped that it was a fairly new relationship and one that would end perhaps as quickly as it had begun.
But to his annoyance Lysa shook her head.
“No,” she said, avoiding Din’s eye, her voice full of something the Manadalorian couldnt quite put his finger on. “We’ve been together about…um….probably about four, maybe five years. Me and him…well we travelled around for a bit and then….well one day Crix decided that we should move here.”
“And you didn't want to?” asked Din, his voice sounding low through his modulator.
Lysa gave a slight shrug.
“Well when we moved here it was a ruin,” she said staring around her. “It wasn't like this.”
The street around them was bustling with people of all shape, size and creed. The buildings in this central part of the city, mostly re-built, standing proud all around them.
Din noticed Lysa stare at the ground for a long few seconds before speaking again.
“Crix was a different guy when I met him,” she explained, sounding as though she had to explain. But her face looked pained and sad. An expression Din had not seen on her before, the woman who, to him, forever exuded warmth and light. “He was so funny and just a great guy to be around. But…it’s like…….travelling around…it’s like places like this have made him bitter, like he realised that not everything in this star system revolves around men like him anymore. The last two planets we stayed on for a while…he struggled to find work. And then to keep a job. He started gambling, falling in with the wrong crowd…”
But Lysa stopped suddenly, almost visibly shaking herself. She blinked a couple of times before reddening again. “...anyway it doesn't matter.” She gave a small almost-masked sigh as they approached the Bazaar, before pursing her lips and carrying on as if her small outburst had never happened. “Ok first thing on my list are warted limes.”
And with that she walked towards a large stall full of fruit, as Din stopped where he was.
He stared after her for a very long moment, watching as she fixed a bright smile onto her face. A smile that had been completely absent just a moment or so ago.
And so, with his eyes on nothing but her, Din followed Lysa over to the stall. The fresh fruit offerings, not the only thing drawing him there.
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mrs-march-ahs · 2 years
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Kai Preparing You For The White House (G/N smut)
OK LISTEN hfjkdshf
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this is an actual fantasy i had last night. appropriate? probably not, but sexy? oh my lord yes
Summary- Since you are going to be living in the White House with Kai one day, it's only appropriate that you know the pledge of allegiance off by heart.
Warnings- this is probably disrespectful to the pledge of allegiance. and maybe to the flag. maybe to america? i don't know. i'm polish. i don't really know what the pledge is. i just know it's something y'all have memorised. i, however, do not, so this is hot. also, spanking fdjskfhds.
Words- 1.7k.
This is a Gender Neutral reader, the few times I couldn't get away with neutral language, I put two options [in brackets/like this].
The reader isn't necessarily European, but obviously somebody who does not have the pledge memorised. Not yet ;)
enjoy <3
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“Do you know-”
“The muffin man?”, Winter butts in. Kai gives her a glare and then stares are his laptop again, not making eye contact with anybody when he speaks.
“The pledge”
You look at Winter, not sure whether Kai's talking to you or her. Winter stops sucking on her red vine and starts waving it around as she speaks.
“Riiiiight”, she drags out. She points her red vine at you aggressively and you look at her. “If you’re gonna be the First [Lady/Gentleman]one day, you should know it”
You stare at Winter blankly for a second, before nodding once. “The pledge of allegiance? I’ve heard it before in movies”
Winter continues to look at you, and allows Kai’s tapping on the keyboard to be the only sound in the room. You play with the frills of the cushion next to you on the floor and fill the silence with uncertainty. “Uhh”
“I pledge allegiance”, Kai starts you off very seriously.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag… of the Unites States…um”, you rest your head back on the seat of the sofa and stare at the ceiling. “And the republic for which it stands… one nation under God, w- indivisible…”, you close your eyes. “With freedom… with liberty! And justice for all”
You lift your head up to look at Winter, who gives you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. You can’t help but smile back at her and watch as she stands off the armchair she was previously laid on, to leave.
“Very well done, First [Lady/Gentleman]”, she winks at you from the stairs and walks out of the basement.
Kai, not looking away from his laptop screen that shows an article about Beverly and a word document, stops typing for a moment.
“That’s hot”, he says.
“The pledge of allegiance?”
“No”, he replies sternly. “You saying it, you knowing it”
You look over at him next to you on the floor. He takes his hands off his laptop and pushes the coffee table away from him.
“Come here”, he whispers and straightens his legs. The eerie silence of the room only adds to the romantic atmosphere. You smile and crawl over to straddle his thighs. You put your arms around Kai’s neck, trying to scootch your body as close to his as you could.
Kai puts his large hands above your knees and slides them up, softly kneading at your exposed thighs. The touch under your shorts felt possessive and full of admiration at the same time.
“Say it again”
Kai’s dark brown eyes ever so slightly look up at you. His eyebrows raise with his words and he looks at your lips and holds back a smirk.
You play with hair on the back of Kai’s neck, practically swinging your legs and batting your eyelashes as you begin for him again. “I pledge allegiance to the flag and the republic-”
A quick slap on the back of your thigh stops any more words from coming. The contact makes you jump slightly off his lap and gasp, having to bite your lip to stop you from giggling. Sexual contact from a busy Kai was an increasingly rarer occurrence making the harsher touches even more arousing than the soft ones. He must be as desperate for you as you are for him.
You look away from Kai’s face, trying to stop smiling. A short giggle escapes your lips from the unexpected contact. Kai, noticing this, puts his hands on your ass and slides them up and down.
“Of the Unites States of America”, he corrects you. You nod and try to stay serious, despite feeling like a child in timeout.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of Unites States of America”, you bat your eyelashes for real this time. “And the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivi-”
Another slap stings you, this time directly on your right cheek. It surprises you just as much as the first one, but hurts less.
The mixture of pain and pleasure becomes even more unbalanced, and the tingle of arousal travels your body, making your body warm and your cheeks blush. Kai rubs his rough calloused hands over the red sting, tapping it lightly a few times.
You hide your face in Kai’s neck to hide your red cheeks, taking in a deep breath of his smell.
“Under God, try again”. With your mind filled with dirty thoughts and the prospect of Kai pounding you into the sofa, the correction doesn’t register in your mind. Kai is exceptional at remaining serious when he has to. You, however, have to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle again.
Another slap on the altering cheek makes you sit straight up and let out a whimpering sound. “Hmph!”
Kai’s hands leave your ass and go on the edge of the sofa behind him, pushing up off the floor and onto the sofa, strong enough to take you with him. You hold onto his shoulders and settle in on his lap once again, trying to sit down, but your sore ass making you stick it out a little, attempting to sit down a couple of times but not being able to feel comfortable.
Since you can’t sit still, Kai puts his hand in between your thighs, separating your legs and putting them both on the right side of his body. You pout a little in protest, not sure if Kai is finished with you, but he pulls you by the shoulder to lay you over his lap.
“oh my god”, you breathily whisper. Kai pulls your shorts up as far as they go, making you squirm in his lap. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your red exposed ass.
He puts his hand down forcefully, almost slapping your cheek, grabbing it, and looking down at you. He prefers it that way.
You lay still, so aroused at the core that you wonder if Kai can feel it on his lap. Your face smushed against the sofa doesn’t stop Kai from hearing your innocent laugh slipping out at how awkward you feel at your first time over his knee.
Kai rubs your thighs a few times, and with his other hand strokes the hair out of your face to force your head on its side. He looks at you and smirks, keeping his hand on your head gently, but you look straight ahead of you. The reflection of your position on the black TV makes you close your eyes.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which stands”, you pause and open your eyes. You bite your lip to stay serious, needing a second to retrieve the second half of the phrase. You’re a little distracted.
The reflection of you in the TV shows Kai with his hand above your cheek, straightened out flat and ready. You bury your face in your hands, feeling exposed and embarrassed at how submissive you are for this man, but he rips your hands off your face almost instantly, holding them behind your back with one hand.
“One nation…”, you exhale out of your nose and hesitantly continue. “Indivisible”
The slap echoes in the room. The filthy sound makes your cheeks redden. Both of them.
Kai tsks his tongue a few times, not being able to resist smiling at you. You take a slow breath out, squirming on his knees, not because of the embarrassment, not even because of the sting, but because the arousal prickling at your body and thighs is too much. If you don’t start moving and getting something, you might implode.
Kai pushes your legs down against the sofa, trying to keep you still. His other hand slides up your back and tickles slightly at your neck before going back up to your head. He slithers his fingers in your hair, holding down, and tugging your head up. You gasp quietly, not knowing before that his long fingers just tugging at your hair could make you shiver.
“One more time”, he demands.
“Or what?”. The words leave your lips without a second of thought.
He tugs at your hair further, forcing your neck to bend back uncomfortably. With his other hand, he legs go of your legs and lets the weight of his arm come down on your cheeks in another slap.
The feeling makes you wriggle, or attempt to, but Kai’s grip on your hair keeps you still.
“One more time”, he repeats. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America… and the republic for which it stands, one nation”, you pause. Opening your eyes, you question whether or not to blunder on purpose. But knowing Kai’s stamina and patience, your ass will be bleeding before he will let you off. More curious on what treat he has for you learning your lesson, you continue.
“Under God, indivisible, with… um… liberty? And justice for all”
Kai’s grip on your hair releases, making you drop your head instinctively. He lifts you off his lap, sliding out from the side, leaving you laying on the sofa. You turn your head back to look up at him climb on top of you, sitting on your legs while he unbuckles his belt. The sight makes you moan, and prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.
Kai pulls down your shorts in one swoop, grabbing a fistful of your ass in each hand and pulling you up. You stick it out for him, letting him see you bare and [glistening wet/dripping with precum] for him.
You look to the side at the turned off TV and watch him stroke himself like you’re watching the porn channel. He spits on your hole and pushes against it, letting the tip of his cock get swallowed in by how desperately turned on you are.
“One more time”, he repeats again. You look up at him, and quickly and frantically say the pledge, not being able to wait any longer.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with freedom and justice for all”
You look at Kai with pleading eyes and stick your ass out even more. He keeps his hands spreading your cheeks and makes eye contact with you in the reflection of the TV.
“Close enough”, he mumbles defeated, and slams into you.
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chicago-geniza · 2 years
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the blogger who forgot they entered a fugue state & ordered a passel of secondhand dictionaries online last weekend:
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the first crop of impulse-purchase dictionaries, care of today's post:
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