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The crowds were swirling around me. The tiny key in
the palm of my hand felt dreadfully heavy. My first thought was to swallow it;
then I figured that would be stupid. I tried to keep it in my mouth, but that
was very uncomfortable. I looked for a sewer grating, but there was none near
me. Clearly I had not thought of everything. To throw the key a few feet away
would not do much good, for passers-by would surely see it. The only solution
seemed to be to slip it under the fence around the tree and keep my foot on it.
Not until I had taken a bunch of leaflets out of my flight bag did
anyone pay any attention to me.
I moved as far from the tree as my
chain would permit and handed out leaflets. The passers-by slowed down and took
them. In less than ten minutes I had got rid of all of them, except for one
that I held against my chest so that newcomers could read it:
Citizens of Poland!
The elimination of Jews taking place in Poland
right now has nothing to do with the suppression of alleged Zionist traitors,
but is anti-Semitism pure and simple. The recent persecution has debased
Poland and socialism in the eyes of the whole world. It is being stimulated by
enemies of socialism who want to seize power through demagoguery.
Hitlerism martyred Poland, but do not forget that while millions of
Polish Jews were being murdered at Auschwitz and Treblinka, the Polish people
as a whole remained passive. It was only the Polish communists and leftists who
made any organized resistance against that genocide. Follow their example, and
demand that your government put an end to a policy that will force the last
Polish Jews, among whom are many patriots and socialists, to leave their
country. No fanatical Zionist, not even a Jewess, is appealing to your sense of
justice, but an anti fascist-German woman.
BK.
Recipient of the
Lambrakis Medal awarded
in 1969 by the World Council for Peace
in East
Berlin
After I had distributed my leaflets I noticed
that the traffic policeman at the intersection had gone into a telephone booth
and come out again without taking his eyes off me.
Some minutes passed
before two policemen got out of a jeep and grabbed my arm to make me follow
them. But we could go no farther than the length of my chain. There were some
good-
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