By a Polish woman, citizen of the world 🇵🇱

The Incident That Broke My Heart

A few years ago, my son—just a child—was walking in Poland when a teenage boy began hurling insults at him. The only reason: his skin colour. He did nothing. Simply walked. My brother reported it to the police. But nothing happened. No follow-up. No justice.

That silence still hits me. Because my son is Polish. Raised in Poland. Speaks Polish. Loves the land. And yet, to some—suddenly not “one of us.” That is not the Poland I believe in.

The Bus and the Silence That Followed

Recently, while visiting Poland, I witnessed something I still can’t forget. A young African boy, probably a student or delivery worker, boarded a public bus with his bicycle. He looked tired. Quiet. He said nothing—just stood where there was space.

The driver stopped and told him, in a harsh tone, to get off. “This space is for prams or wheelchairs.” No empathy. No explanation. The boy got off. Silent.

Three stops later, a young Polish man boarded the same bus—with his bicycle. The driver said nothing. No issue.

I stayed silent too. I wanted to say something. I felt the injustice. But I froze, worried about creating a scene. That silence is my shame. And I will never stay quiet again.

I Am Polish—And I Demand Fairness

I love Poland—its forests, history, songs, traditions. I honor our Catholic roots, our struggles, and sacrifices. And precisely because I love this country, I cannot stay silent when things go wrong.

Why are Polish citizens might be pushed out of communal housing because they’re “not poor enough,” only for these flats to be renovated and handed to others who just arrived? That’s not compassion. That’s policy failure.

I’m not against helping those in need. But I am against punishing our own citizens. A system that forgets its people cannot survive.

Not All Who Are Different Are the Problem

Yes, illegal immigration must be addressed. Yes, laws must be followed. But not every person who looks different is the enemy.

Some are here legally—to study, to work, to build something good. Some were born here. Some are in Polish families. Like mine.

Does my child deserve to be treated as less? What about those who respect our laws, our language, and our land? What about those who pay taxes and contribute every day?

This isn’t about skin. It’s about how we choose to see.

Knowledge Is Power—And It Must Be Respected

Polish people need to understand where we come from—not just to defend our land, but to know it.

Knowledge is not a luxury. It’s a duty.

When people learn the history of Poland—our tribal beginnings, our struggles, our victories—they understand that identity is not fear. It is strength rooted in truth.

Those who lack knowledge are the easiest to manipulate. That’s why history, education, and respectful discussion matter more now than ever.

Poland Before Christianity—Our Pagan Roots

Before 966 CE, before the baptism of Mieszko I, Poland was already full of identity. Tribes like the Polans, Vistulans, and Lędzianie lived close to nature, under the guidance of gods like Perun, Mokosz, Veles, and Światowid.

We had kings. We had rituals. We had wisdom connected to forests, rivers, and seasons.

• 🌿 The Pagan Reaction: Roots of Slavic Poland (inyourpocket.com)

• 🌿 Legend of Lech, Czech, and Rus (slavorum.org)

• 🌿 Culture.pl

We weren’t born Christian. We were proud before, and we integrated faith with strength—never replacing who we were.

Let Poland Stay Polish—But Also Stay Kind

I do not want my country to be overrun by those who come only to take, who disrespect our laws, or who refuse to adapt.

But I also refuse to support a Poland where people are insulted on the street, or removed from a bus, or judged as dangerous for how they look.

Let Poland stay Polish—but let it also stay wise, compassionate, and just.

We can hold our flag with pride—and still hold space for truth.

Final Words: The Eagle Must Soar With Dignity

The white eagle of Poland still flies. Let it not fly over silence, fear, or injustice.

Let it fly over courage. Over truth. Over a land that remembers where it came from—and knows where it’s going.

Poland is strong.
Poland is wise.
Let us never forget—strength without humanity is just cruelty in a uniform.