Messenger of the Truth (2013)

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Thousands of Poles
walk with determination

under a hot August sun.

Their destination, Saint
Stanislaus Kostka Church.

Blocking every street and alley
are

the tanks, water cannon, and
lead filled batons

of the militia.

They have been ordered to stop
these people

with force, if necessary.

They have come to here a
35-year-old priest named

Father Jerzy Popieluszko, a
chaplain for the trade union

solidarity, a linchpin of the
opposition underground

and a peaceful voice of truth
and justice for his people.

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

In three years,
this extraordinary priest

mobilized a nation to make their
dreams of freedom a reality.

His monthly masses, celebrations
of dignity and peace,

spoke of the injustice and
tyranny

of the communist system.

There we were free, safe, and
not afraid of anything.

The government, they
knew they were not able to stop

people from coming to the mass.

At this point, it wasn't
impossible.

To the communist
regime that has ruled Eastern

Europe with an iron fist since
the end of World w*r II

and to the secret police hiding
among the crowd,

he is the most dangerous man in
Poland.

All the way from Moscow,
through Warsaw, to east

Bahrain, the entire communist
system

was afraid of Father Jerzy
Popieluszko.

And his only w*apon was the
truth.

On November 9th,
1989,

east and west Germans gathered
at the Berlin Wall

with sledgehammers and pickaxes
and began tearing it down.

These iconic images, broadcast
worldwide,

proclaim the reunification of
Germany

and signaled the end of
communism.

But the end of communism in
Poland

began years earlier in an
otherwise unremarkable

church in Warsaw with the words
of Father Jerzy Popieluszko.

At the Yalta
Conference in 1945,

Prime Minister Churchill and
President Roosevelt

handed Poland over to General
Secretary Joseph Stalin

believing his promise to operate
Poland

on a broader democratic basis.

Poland has always
been a pawn of the world,

whether it's Russia or Western
Europe, United States.

It's always been a tradable
entity.

Here Stalin, we'll give you
Poland

and you give us two players to
be named later.

Under Stalin the
communist controlled

everything in Eastern Europe.

The media was run by the state.

Wages and food prices were
manipulated

and dissension was quickly and
brutally

crushed by the secret police.

It is actually
the essence

of the communist regime because
it wants

to control all aspects of
person's life,

including your thoughts, your
ideas.

And if you think about it, you
rely on the state

for everything in your life.

But from the
start, Poland resisted.

With its population of 38
million people, 95 % Catholic,

the church and its leadership
were

uniquely responsible for the
preservation

of Poland's national identity.

The head of the Catholic Church
in Poland

was the primate, Cardinal Stefan
Wyszynski.

He was beloved by the people, a
constant thorn in the side

of the communist establishment,
and a wily tactician who

was able to maintain and grow
the church's influence

for more than three decades.

Cardinal Wyszynski
knew communism very well.

He was probably one of the only
Polish people

with Marx's book read cover to
cover.

For 40 years, the
communist regime

used all available firepower to
enforce their will.

Nuns and priests were routinely
tried and ex*cuted.

And the Polish people were
ground into submission.

Then in 1979, everything
changed.

It's June 2 and Victory Square
in Warsaw, Poland is full.

A million people have come to
see

Poland's newest hero, Cardinal
Karol

Wojtyla, now Pope John Paul II.

Somewhere in this massive crowd
is a 32-year-old priest

named Father Jerzy Popieluszko.

And I
remember standing there.

And I remember these words, let
the spirit come

and renew the face of this
earth.

Absolutely clear message.

I am there.

I will support you.

But you have to do it yourself.

That was a clear message.

And I remember the effect that
it had on the crowd.

That was like a thunderbolt.

The church
hierarchy,

such as primate Wyszynski and
the bishops,

the cardinal Wojtyla never
agreed with Marxism,

with communism.

They preached freedom of man,
freedom, man's

right to freedom.

And that's how one can explain
this connection

between the people, the factory
workers, and intelligentsia

and the church.

When the Pope came
in June of 1979,

we found out again we were
Poles.

And that made the communist
authorities disappear.

If only for a week, it was the
first week

without communists since 1945.

Without communists since 1945.

After months of
fruitless negotiations,

17,000 workers at the Lenin
shipyards

in the northern Baltic Port of
Gdansk

went on an occupation strike,
locking the gates

and shutting down the entire
operation.

The strike committee chose a
charismatic former shipyard

electrician as their leader.

The communists were
following a simple rule,

do not allow the protesters to
organize.

And we couldn't build solidarity
because we were

being constantly dismantled.

And then, we got help from
heaven.

A poll was chosen as pope.

Without the pope we wouldn't be
able to organize

ourselves for a long time.

We wouldn't be able to fight
communism.

We were protesting
so that people

would be treated seriously.

They were getting fired and
thrown out of work.

And that's what the strikes were
for, to say, no, enough.

You can't fire people because
they go to church

and believe in a free Poland.

Young priests,
like Father Popieluszko,

took the Pope's words as a
personal challenge.

He used the words of the Holy
Father

in his new position as the
chaplain

to nursing and medical students,
helping

them to form strike committees
based on the principles

of nonviolence.

During the 1980s, Roger Boyes
was stationed

in Warsaw for the Times.

He reported on the birth of the
first free trade union

in the Soviet bloc called
Solidarity and its leader

Lech Walesa.

And this
combination of legitimate

worker grievances, a theology of
freedom and a champion in Rome

that changed the chemistry that
in previous post-w*r uprisings,

in 1956, in 1968, 1970--

The role of Catholicism wasn't
really that important.

We didn't have a Polish Pope.

It had changed, something
fundamental had changed.

10,000 employees
of the massive steel mill

in Warsaw shut down the
machinery

and locked themselves inside the
gates.

The first Sunday of the strike,
three workers

snuck out of the mill and went
to see

Cardinal Stefan Wyszynski with
an unusual request.

They asked for a priest to enter
the striking mill and say mass.

The cardinal saw an opportunity
here

he had been waiting for, the
gospel

heard inside the hallowed walls
of communist power,

the steel mill.

He also knew the perfect man for
the task.

A priest who was surprisingly
courageous,

who had a deep faith and hope
for his people and his country.

And yet he was only 33 years
old.

Alfonso Alec Popieluszko was
born

September 14th, 1947 in the
small farming

community of Okopy.

When he was old enough, Alec
would walk two miles

every morning to serve as an
altar boy

at Saint Peter's and Paul
Church.

At age 17, Alec left the small
town life behind and traveled

on his own to Warsaw to present
himself

before the rector of Saint John
the Baptist Seminary.

In 1965 he was accepted.

And although he was not the
brightest student,

he impressed everyone with his
friendliness and passion

for his calling.

In 1966, Father Jerzy was a year
into his seminary studies

when he was sent with his fellow
classmates

to a communist m*llitary base for
their compulsory two

years in the Army.

The seminarians were placed in a
unit separate and unique

from the rest of the cadets,
part

of a carefully planned system of
atheistic indoctrination.

Bible study and prayer were
strictly forbidden.

But unlike some of his brothers,
Father Jerzy did pray.

He said the rosary in the open
and he refused

to take off his scapular.

That's what
Popieluszko

was like when he was ordered to
put away his prayer

book, to stop praying, or to put
away

his rosary or holy pendant.

I think most seminarians might
have followed orders,

but he protested out loud and
with a clear message.

He was ordered to
stand at attention.

Sometimes all night long.

Sometimes in the rain and snow
and often barefoot.

And this was the
reason

why, using the m*llitary jargon,
they put the screws to him.

It was like that until he left.

Father Jerzy's
time in the m*llitary damaged

his health beyond repair.

But despite spending his last
year of seminary

in and out of the hospital.

He was ordained on May 28th,
1972.

Father Jerzy embraced the
assignment

from Cardinal Wyszynski.

And on August 31st, 1980, he
walked past a gauntlet

of armed riot police, through
the gates

of the Warsaw steel mill, and
into the hearts

of its striking workers.

The gate opens and he's
literally sucked into this,

the steel mill crowd.

The guys bring him inside and
then they start to applaud.

And he looks around thinking to
himself,

who are they applauding for?

I'm just a priest.

I'm just here to say mass.

A priest had never
ever

entered the steel mill grounds.

This was unimaginable.

Once I tried to organize a
Catholic group here

for the young workers, but I was
ridiculed.

This was a communist fortress
that

only served the communists.

That is how the totalitarian
regime saw it.

It was clear that
something

was happening in the capital.

And it was clear that the regime
was really

worried about the transfusion of
the Gdansk spirit into Warsaw.

I mean it was already happening,
but nevertheless Huta Warszawa

was the kind of communist
fortress

that had been penetrated by the
Church.

And Popieluszko had done the
penetrating.

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

On that same day
in Gdansk,

Lech Walesca signed an agreement
legalizing the first free trade

union in a communist country.

It was called Solidarity.

For months, nothing had left the
factories of Poland.

With pressure from Russia to get
them back

to work and unwilling or unable
to resort to v*olence,

the communist government caved
to the striker's demands.

In front of the World Press, the
Solidarity Agreement

removed the Communist Party's
control

over the industrial enterprise,
increased the minimum wage,

and abolished censorship
throughout the country.

The main thing was
to keep

the communist monopoly over the
working class basically.

The whole point of the Communist
Party

was it was the voice of the
working class.

If you let anyone compete, voice
workers problems,

you were in trouble.

So the idea was pretend a bit,
let them feel that they were

getting something, give them a
few concessions, which

maybe were justifiable anyway.

And then later you scratch it
all back.

Was this going to be the first
cr*ck in the Iron Curtain?

It could have been. We didn't
know it.

Turns out, yes, it absolutely
was.

Poland was trying to
break free.

And 1980 was such an attempt.

It was successful in the sense
that 10 million

people joined Solidarity.

But if you think about it,
families, wives, children,

you need to multiply that by two
or three.

This no longer means 10 million
members, but 20 or 30 million.

So pretty much all the Poles,
the whole nation.

Suddenly newspapers
could write what they want.

The censorship disappeared.

And that was amazing.

You would see people queuing for
newspapers, probably the one

time in history that people
actually

stood regularly every day, not
just

for bread, but for newspapers.

There were a lot
more liberties

around the steel mill.

He started visiting their
families.

He started baptizing their
children.

He started tending to the sick
of the steel workers.

But the people loved it.

They loved the way he spoke to
them, the workers,

about their problems, not about
the church's problems.

He spoke about their homes,
their families,

their work, their money, their
lack of money.

It was such euphoria
for us.

And it was new, but so obvious
to us

that these unions will be
formed,

at least after the Solidarity
registration.

And it was a big celebration for
us.

And we realized we created a new
page in our Polish history.

And nothing would ever change
it.

And nobody could take it away,
absolutely none.

Yeah, it was
freedom.

But of course also a time of
chronic shortages

and sort of slightly quiet
desperation as well.

Sometimes when people write or
describe this period

it sounds like it was massive
carnival.

And it was in a way.

Our relationship
grew.

Father Popieluszko invited
Seweryn Jaworski and others

to visit him at Saint Stanislaw
Kostka Parish where

he worked as a resident priest.

We paid him a visit.

And then he would visit us at
the factory.

He wanted to know what we were
doing, what our strike

issues were, and he saw the
formation of the union

and our work for Solidarity.

Popieluszko had
this special magnetism.

And he was making these
linkages.

He was making these linkages
between students,

young workers, older workers,
country, capital.

He was bringing it all together.

Father Jerzy
organized meetings

with journalists, sociologists,
professors, historians,

and they taught us how to
communicate with authorities,

how to behave with danger.

So that Solidarity members,
unified against the government,

could connect and communicate
effectively.

You can say thanks to Father
Jerzy for this.

People started
thinking differently

about their work and study
conditions,

which in turn fueled the fight
for democracy.

Maybe some of the requests were
not fully

understood by the workers.

But the fight for a different
reality had begun.

They asked him to design a flag
that

would help them show the
permanence

of the union at the steel mill.

And he was overjoyed.

I mean first being asked to be
their chaplain.

He finally had a family that was
his and he was responsible for.

His pastor said, go for it.

What started that
morning as a simple procession

of the steel mill Solidarity
flag to Father Jerzy's church,

morphed into a massive crowd
control nightmare

that the government had not
sanctioned.

20,000 people showed up at this
little church in Warsaw.

And the police had no idea it
was going to happen.

There was no permits.

It completely freaked them out.

They didn't have enough men to
ask for IDs.

The church yard was full.

Even the pastor of the Church
was a little shocked saying,

can you get more of the people
inside the church

so we don't cause a ruckus?

It just didn't work.

The door of
freedom had opened a cr*ck.

And now 38 million Poles wanted
to barge through it.

With the death of
their beloved cardinal,

Stefan Wyszynski, in May of
1981, the new primate,

Cardinal Josef Glemp walked
right in to the growing unease

between Solidarity, the Catholic
Church,

and the Communist Party.

He joined some of the major
Solidarity leaders

in warning the young union that
they should

not ask for too much too soon.

To the Kremlin, Solidarity with
ideological su1c1de.

And there was a danger of it
spreading like a virus

throughout the Soviet bloc.

They hastily dismissed the
civilian government

and installed army general
Wojciech Jaruzelski,

putting the army in control.

That was the first sign that
the regime

was willing to use force, to use
force to preserve communism.

This was the thing.

Because what had happened in all
those months, those kind

of absolute helter-skelter
months,

the Communist Party had become
more and more marginalized,

less and less relevant and was
absolutely in chaos,

absolutely in retreat.

I declare that
today,

the m*llitary council of national
salvation has been formed.

In accordance with the
Constitution,

the state council has imposed
martial law

all over the country.

On December 13th,
1981,

Jaruzelski declared w*r on the
Polish people.

Everything was shut down--

travel, communication, schools,
factories, everything.

Suddenly, just shortly after
midnight the telexes stopped,

mid-sentence.

And then we really knew
something had happened.

If you cut off all communication
with the outside world,

you know something's happening.

That night 500,000
soldiers of the Polish People's

Army were mobilized.

They moved in and blockaded
every city.

They raided the homes of
Solidarity leaders

and dragged them from their
beds.

Every Solidarity office
throughout the country

was broken into and ransacked.

By the end of the evening, 5,000
people had

been arrested without cause.

In the end, more than 90 people
were k*lled

and hundreds more had been
wounded.

In 12 short hours, Jaruzelski's
government erased any trace

that Solidarity ever existed.

Martial law was a
paralyzing situation.

My younger brother was home on
leave from the army.

And I had to tell him to
immediately go back to his base

so he would not be
court-martialed.

We both were praying not to meet
in the days to come.

So my mother was saying goodbye
to her two sons.

One was going to Zoliborz, to
Father Jerzy,

and the other was going to the
m*llitary base.

All of a sudden it is no hope
at all.

And people start to think, where
do you go back, to 1945?

Does it mean that all freedoms
are

going to be taken away from us?

How to continue on with living?

Because the first thing that
happened,

when martial law was declared,
was

that 5,000 people were detained
and put into internment camps.

Father Jerzy began
hearing the names

of some of those arrested.

His friends from the steel mill
and Solidarity--

Karol Sidorsky, Jacek Kuron,
Stefan Jaworski,

and Anna Walentynowicz.

Families were left without
paychecks

or food coupons and no idea
where their loved

ones had been taken.

Within 24 hours Father Jerzy had
cleared the basement

of his church, set up a locator
map of jails and prisons,

And sent out volunteers to check
on the families.

In the ensuing days, some union
members

chose to fight back, despite
being outnumbered and unarmed.

These were the first
few weeks of martial law.

We were keeping track of who was
imprisoned, who was jailed,

and who was taken away.

And he said that he would like
to have information on what is

happening during these trials.

Who was convicted in what room,
what day, and in what case.

I said, OK, no problem because I
worked there.

And I moved around easily.

With Solidarity
effectively eliminated,

Jaruzelski set his sights on the
Catholic Church.

He appointed hardliners to every
key position in the government.

An important assignment was
General Czeslaw Kiszczak

who was named Minister of
Internal Affairs, the office

that controlled the secret
police and a clandestine unit

called Department 4, whose sole
mandate was to spy

on every church in Poland.

But there were only two that
they were really,

really concerned about in 1980.

One was Saint Bridget's in
Gdansk because of Lech Walesa

and Father Jankowski, his
confessor.

The one that they were even more
concerned about

was closer to home base in
Warsaw

and that was Saint Stanislaus
Kostka Church

and Father Jerzy Popieluszko.

During legal solidarity the
church wasn't so important--

or the church as an institution
wasn't so important

as a channel of information.

It was only afterwards, after
the banning of solidarity,

that it became important.

So where did it happen?

It got displaced into the
infrastructure of the church

or sympathetic parishes.

Especially those parishes which
were

collecting Western medical aid.

Medical Aid for Poland fund was
set up in response

to Lech Walesa's request to the
west

to provide medical supplies for
Poland

after the imposition of martial
law.

You can imagine it was a lot of
paperwork.

But we filled up lorries.

We had the paperwork in place.

And we sent these lorries across
to Poland.

When Western medical aid
started to flow into churches.

Department 4 was then upgraded
and expanded

and given massive resources
because they were worried.

They were worried that printing
machines, all these kind

of things, money, especially
money

was flowing in through church
channels.

Within weeks of
martial law,

leaders of Solidarity that had
escaped capture

joined forces with the
underground, a network

of writers and intellectuals
that

had been printing anti-communist
literature for decades.

But the underground
was really important.

It was important because it kept
the idea alive,

which was an absolute defiance
and really

infuriated the regime.

But also the way it wove into
the rhythm,

the rhythm of Polish society.

And that's where the church came
in.

Because if ever there was a
moment for the underground

to show itself or to flex itself
it

was exactly at Sunday masses.

Father Jerzy's
pastor, Father Teofil Bogucki,

asked him to resume the
direction of the next mass

for the fatherland, a monthly
celebration

of Polish national unity.

His first mass was on Sunday,
February 28.

He was a natural, a little
unpolished.

But in his simplicity, he
proclaimed

the truth that cut through the
lies

of the state controlled media.

He spoke of the men arrested and
jailed without cause,

the families left to starve,
even

praying for the men in service
to the Communist Party.

Almost immediately
the secret police appeared

at the door of the Curia, the
headquarters

of the church in Poland.

They complained to Cardinal
Glemp

about the huge crowds, the
seditious sermons,

and the priest.

Cardinal Glemp responded that he
saw

no sedition in Popieluszko's
words, only the work of God.

The prosecutor's
office

had initiated an investigation
against me

for abusing the freedom of
conscience and belief

while fulfilling religious
duties in Warsaw.

Two months into martial law, a
friend of mine came from Warsaw

and he said you must read this.

Read the sermons by the very
young priest

in one of the Warsaw churches
and tell

me what you think about them.

And I read the sermon.

I just could not believe it,
because this

was precisely what was needed.

Every last Sunday of the month
there is a mass for Poland

and bring crosses with you.

Well, I said, well, it's a
strange idea.

I am not going.

Mass passes and people were
saying,

Janusz it's not just common
mass.

Just go there and see the
priest.

His name is Father Jerzy
Popieluszko.

He looked like a normal person,

rather tiny, not very outspoken,
modest and so on.

But when he started to speak,
very simple thing just

gathered in a proper combination
to show

that we have to be ourselves.

That no system invalidates our
duties, that we have duties.

We have limits, we have duties,
and we have to follow

them, as simple as that.

So more and more people gathered
then.

From month to
month

the masses for the fatherland
grew in sophistication

as the crowd grew in number, now
spilling outside

of Saint Stanislaus, which was
illegal without a city permit.

35-year-old Captain Grzegorz
Piotrowski, newly hired

by the secret police, was
stunned

by the size of the crowd and the
brazen words

of this young priest.

Any anti-state pronouncement
was punishable by death.

So he could be k*lled by
m*llitary code

at any time for what he said.

When the masses for
the homeland

started in February, this place
had

become a piece of free Poland.

The crowds would be surrounded
by ZOMO and the militia.

It was a truly, truly difficult
time.

ZOMO are the
special units.

They are not police.

They are special security units,
which

are formed from the psychopaths,
from the criminals,

from the worst elements society.

And these people are trained to
k*ll, to hurt.

They are people without any
morals, any scruples.

I was walking with my wife to
the tram, down the tram

going to Praga and suddenly
secret police came.

They've got us.

And they said, oh, you are a
student, history students.

Oh, how bad.

Who taught you to pray like that
with your fingers.

There is no such letter in
Polish alphabet.

That's what Jaworski was always
telling me.

You will never finish your
studies

and you will stay here for
longer.

I said, you have no right.

And the guy said, what?

What did you say?

Who are you?

Today, there are
steel

hands with fingers that are
spread in the form of a letter.

Not even one Polish word begins
with that letter.

Because of this letter it won't
get better in Poland.

It can only get worse.

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Maybe 90 % of those people
attending the masses they

were Catholics.

But some of them must be like
myself.

So agnostic, atheist, what was
the reason we're coming?

The reason was quite simple.

There we were free, safe, and
not afraid of anything.

And we were fighting for the
independent Poland.

And we knew that Father Jerzy
Popieluszko is one of us.

And we knew that he loves our
country as we love our country.

And that he's not afraid.

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

Father Jerzy's
small apartment

became the center of the growing
opposition.

It had become a meeting place
for every aspect

of the underground, Solidarity
leaders,

famous actors, intellectuals,
all fired for their support

of Solidarity.

Each group had some influence on
his sermons

and participated in the masses.

But when father Jerzy wanted the
common man's touch,

he went to the steelworkers.

Katarzyna Soborak began working
at Saint Stanislaus in 1982,

helping distribute aid to
families

affected by martial law.

She is now the director of
information services at Kostka

and the curator of Father
Jerzy's archives.

There was a full
church when I went to the mass

in May.

There were many people inside
and outside the church.

In the next few months the
numbers grew.

There was a park nearby and many
people

were in front of the church, on
the side streets,

and in the park.

So every month, the number of
people attending the mass

for the motherland grew.

From the start, he
motivated

the people to stand up with him
against the Communist.

Everyone saw him as an ordinary
man from humble beginnings.

But his example of faith,
conviction, and courage

inspired the people to keep the
flame of Solidarity burning.

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

JERZY POPIELUSZKO:

Every one of his
sermons

was tape recorded and either
transmitted to the West

by phone or hand delivered to
the officers

of Radio Free Europe in Munich.

Now Father Jerzy's voice or
Jerzy,

as he was known in the West, was
being heard throughout Poland

and all of Eastern Europe.

The government did
not accept

the voice of Radio Free Europe.

And the odor from above was that
it was not to be

considered the truth in Poland.

It was a thr*at to the Nation.

This communist system was not
equipped for celebrity.

It can't handle celebrity.

That was the problem with
Walesa, in many ways.

He'd become a celebrity and
dangerous.

And Popieluszko now was now
becoming the great celebrity.

And it was done through this
conduit,

this Western radio stations
rebroadcasting his sermons.

And suddenly he wasn't just
reaching 10,000 people.

He was reaching millions.

These radio
programs were

deemed illegal by the state.

And simply repeating the content
of any Radio

Free Europe broadcast was
considered an act of espionage.

I'm living here in Warsaw.

First time that the people are
coming

from Silesia, from Gdansk even.

It's very strange.

They've got their own very good
priest and the very brave

priest but they are coming to
Warsaw

to attend the mass at Stanislaus
Kostka Church, very strange.

None of this
passed

the notice of the Minister of
Internal Affairs.

General Kiszczak was tired of
reading

reports about Popieluszko's
sermons

and the police budget for the
extra men

needed to cover his masses.

Harassment tactics of slashing
tires and surveillance

had failed.

It was time to increase the
pressure.

The first att*ck on
Father Jerzy's life

happened in December of 1982
when they broke his window

and threw in a brick with a
b*mb.

Although nothing more than a
firecracker tied to a rock,

the message was clear.

Jacek Lipinski from the steel
mill

immediately surrounded Father
Jerzy and the rectory

with bodyguards.

He asked ex-m*llitary fire
captain

Waldemar Chrostowski to drive
and protect Father Jerzy.

A friend from the
fire academy

turned to me eventually to take
him under my care.

I am aware that they
can intern me,

arrest me, fabricate a scandal.

But I can't stop my activity,
which

is a service to the church and
to the fatherland.

The tension was
building at this one church.

And it was building because the
communist government

could not control it.

They called these masses seances
of hate.

And they were concerned that
Father Jerzy was

building an army, an army of
Catholics

to overthrow the government.

But they could not find a reason
to disband

this great congregation.

I think at that
time

Stanislaus Church was the heart
of Poland.

It was the heart of Poland
because we knew that priest

is ready to die for us.

Michael Wysocki
has

visited this grave every week
for the past 27 years.

It is the grave of Grzegorz
Przemyk,

the only son of Barbara
Sadowska, a boy

he only knew for 20 minutes.

Barbara worked in the Catholic
Relief Center

and frequently helped Father
Jerzy find medications

banned by martial law.

On May 3rd, 1983, she was
att*cked at the relief center.

Her hand was broken.

She was warned to stay away from
Father Popieluszko.

She refused.

A week later, while celebrating
the completion

of his high school exams with
friends,

her son was dragged off the
street into a police car,

driven to a local police
station, and brutally beaten.

At the station one
of the boys

was cursing at the officers.

I was told to take care of the
quiet boy sitting in a chair.

I looked into the young man's
eyes

and they were wide open, glossy,
and frightened.

Yes.

I came to the consultation and
Greg

was conscious but in critical
condition, in shock.

He said that he was beaten at
the police

precinct on Jazwyzka Street.

Nevertheless, Doctor Kapinski
definitely operated on him.

As the head surgeon, he opened
his stomach

and he concluded that everything
in his stomach was smashed.

Grzegorz Przemyk
d*ed of his injuries

on May 14th, 1983, just two days
after the b*ating.

His funeral, coordinated by
Father Popieluszko,

turned into a spontaneous
demonstration

against the regime.

Flanked by water cannon, ZOMO,
and the militia,

50,000 people marched two miles
to Powazki Cemetery in silence.

Father Popieluszko said even
pray in silence.

There is a lot of m*llitary men
all over because they

were thousands of them.

They will provoke you.

And they will even try to stop
us.

Let him, let Grzegorz Przemyk
can be buried in peace.

I knew his
mother.

She was here.

She was sitting just here
running away from militia.

And I saw her and I've noticed
that she's already dead.

That she's completely broken.

So when Grzegorz Przemyk was
k*lled she was also k*lled.

After the funeral,
Barbara dedicated her life

to the work of Father Jerzy.

She d*ed three years later.

Despite the eyewitness testimony
that Grzegorz was beaten

to death at the police station,
Michal Wysocki, the volunteer

ambulance driver who carried
Grzegorz to the hospital

was falsely convicted of his
m*rder

and served five years in prison.

But the cover up backfired on
the government

and attendance at the next mass
at St. Stanislaus exploded.

After every Mass
for the Fatherland,

Grzegorz Piotrowski filed
another report about the circus

at Father Jersey's church.

He reported on the presence of
Solidarity

Underground members, activists,
famous actors,

and intellectuals.

And even with all of their
efforts,

this courageous priest stood on
the balcony of his church

and spoke the truth.

And this continued until
December 12, 1983,

when father Jerzy was arrested
for the first time.

They claimed to have found
subversive materials

in his apartment.

At the police station, he was
strip searched,

but the officer apologized,
embarrassed to have

to do this to a priest.

Only after intercession by
Cardinal

Glemp was he released two days
later.

Will you be answering any of
the questions that are asked?

Father Jerzy went
to Cardinal Glemp to thank him,

but Glemp had used a lot of
political capital

to get his young parish priest
out of jail.

Popieluszko went
into this meeting thinking

that he was going to be told,
you know, son,

you've done a lot of good.

You have to be careful for your
own safety

and-- but keep up the good work.

And instead he got this--

again, I wasn't there-- but
tongue lashing.

What are you doing?

You're outgrowing your britches.

You know, learn some respect.

Do what I tell you.

Now get out of here.

I'm sure it wasn't phrased quite
that way,

but that's what Popieluszko took
with him in his heart,

and it just crushed him.

It's true that the
primate could have been upset

because writing a letter to
Jaruzelski

in my case cost him a lot.

But the accusations he made
against me

knocked me off my feet.

Secret police during the
interrogation

showed me more respect.

Captain Piotrowski
was

assigned two new lieutenants--

Waldemar Chmielewski and Leszek
Pakala.

Colonel Adam Pietruszka warned
them

that the next time they arrested
Father Jerzy,

it had better stick.

Martial law was destroying
Poland's economy,

which owed billions of dollars
to the West.

Jaruzelski would get no more
financial aid until he started

dismantling martial law.

During the summer of 1984, he
called for a general amnesty,

releasing hundreds of Solidarity
leaders and tens of thousands

of common criminals.

The leaders of Solidarity Warsaw
left prison and went

directly to St. Stanislaus.

A week later, Lech Walesa asked
Father

Popieluszko to travel to Gdansk
to celebrate the amnesty.

The crowd buried the priest in
flowers while Lech

Walesa smiled and watched.

It was a clear sign to the
secret police watching

that Father Popieluszko was the
true voice of the growing

call for freedom.

It's difficult for young people
to understand, yeah.

There was no-- no internet, no
satellite

phones, and no Twitter.

There was an event, those masses
for the homeland,

10,000 people heard it.

They spread the word.

But thanks to the technology of
Western radio stations,

it was fed back then into the
country to millions of people.

To millions of people,
Popieluszko

was becoming a national figure.

On September 9th,
an article

appeared in the Russian
newspaper,

"Izvestia," railing against the
militant Father Popieluszko,

saying his sermons so reek with
hatred for socialism

that they are more like
anti-Bolshevik pamphlets

than proper church sermons.

For the first time, the Russians
had

mentioned Father Jerzy by name.

This was a clear sign from
Moscow

that if Jaruzelski's government
couldn't handle this problem,

then they would find someone who
could.

And that's when everyone
panicked.

Everyone started to panic within
government, not Department 4,

not just the Department for
Buses,

not just the head of the secret
police,

but the whole regime thought, oh
my god, our time's run out.

Difficult to collect
thoughts,

a mental grinding mill.

On April 11th, I was
interrogated for the 11th time.

The secret police said I could
get 38 years in prison.

It was draining him, draining
him.

He put so much into those
masses, he got a lot of advice

about how to do it, and he did
it and he it brilliantly.

But at the end of it all, he was
completely drained.

He was completely wiped out like
a sponge, you know,

that had be squeezed.

And yet people wanted more.

They wanted to touch him.

They wanted to be close to him
and so on, and he couldn't-- he

couldn't handle that.

It was really difficult.

In late September,
Colonel Adam Pietruszka called

Piotrowski into his office.

He demanded to know how much
longer he would allow Father

Jerzy to travel all over Poland
freely spreading

his anti-government message.

He said no more games.

Stop planning, stop writing, and
do something.

I surely do not have to tell
you,

comrade, that this decision
comes

from the very highest level.

Pietruszka's efforts to silence
Father Jerzy

began as simple harassment--

slashed tires and vandalism then
arrests

and prolonged interrogations.

In early October, Father Jerzy
boarded a train for Gdansk

followed closely by Piotrowski.

The secret police captain
planned

to catch him near a door and
throw him

off the speeding train, but
Father Jerzy's friends

never let him travel alone.

The train was a test
in my opinion.

It was an attempt to k*ll him.

The next attempt
on Popieluszko's life

came on the night of October
13th.

Out of nowhere, Piotrowski
stepped out of the darkness

and threw a brick at Father
Jerzy's windshield,

but he missed.

It wasn't being hit
with the rock.

It was just a test when he threw
the rock, but it didn't work.

We drove on past it to the
church.

With every failed
attempt,

the pressure on Piotrowski to
get something done increased.

There were
situations when

Walde Chrostowski or I was
driving the car

with Father Jerzy and we were
being

followed by the secret police.

I would go to Suchowola with
Father Jerzy

and during one of the trips, his
mother said dramatically,

Jerzy, they can hurt you.

He replied, mother, do not
worry.

I have Jacek and 10,000 people
behind me.

Nobody would dare.

Later Father Jerzy's
situation got worse.

He received many anonymous
letters with foul language.

They once wrote him a letter
saying that they'd

crucify him and cut his throat.

He read the letters during the
mass.

The man from went to
the primate without

telling Father Popieluszko.

And they begged him to send him
away.

They realized that the pressure
was being turned up,

that the danger level for Father
Popieluszko was way too high.

At the time, there
was an idea sending your Father

Jerzy to study abroad in Rome.

Friends came up with this idea
to save

him from the danger he was in.

Father Jerzy knew about the
possibility of going to Rome,

and he was really torn in his
decision

because on the one hand, I think
he needed a break by that time.

He was totally exhausted.

But he had this enormous sense
of loyalty, a solidarity

with the people, and just could
not accept the thought

that anybody, not even one
person,

would feel that he betrayed them
and he chose

the easy option that he left
them back in Poland

and went to Rome.

The primate asked Father
Popieluszko.

He met with him, and he said the
men came and talked to me.

They're worried about you.

And father Popieluszko's answer
was I'm not going to leave.

I know what's happening.

I know what's going to happen,
and it's my duty.

I'm doing my job.

He was aware that
his life was in danger.

He knew about it, but that was
his character.

It was his deep understanding
that he will go down this road.

Father Jerzy had
promised

to come celebrate mass with a
seminary colleague

in Bydgoszcz.

He was exhausted, had a bad
cold,

and the staff at St. Stanislaus
wanted him

to cancel and get some sleep.

But Father Jerzy took these
commitments very seriously

and promised he would rest on
the four-hour drive.

Amen.

On October 19, 1984,
Father

Jerzy and his driver, Waldemar
Chrostowski, left for Bydgosz.

They was supposed to come back
to Warsaw that night.

A car followed them with three
members of the secret police--

Grzegorz Piotrowski, Leszek
Pekala,

and Waldemar Chmielewski.

He was trained as a paratrooper
to roll--

fall properly.

He had the toughness of a fire
fighter.

He had-- he's a strong, strong
man who can do that.

And he has his wits about him.

There were some
people on the side of the road,

and I ran up to them and told
them that Father

Jerzy had been kidnapped.

The courier immediately put
everybody on alert that Father

Jerzy had been taken.

In eight hours, all the
churches

in Poland knew that Father Jerzy
had

been taken, started a vigil--

a prayer vigil-- and masses in
support of his safe return.

It wasn't that everyone assumed
right from the start

that he was kidnapped.

They had suspicions.

It was more a disappearance.

He had disappeared.

I want to say that
if even one hair falls

from Father Jerzy's head,
someone is

taking a huge responsibility.

We are Christians who think
that.

At the time, I thought this
couldn't end well.

I thought it couldn't end well
because the anger

within the party--

the Communist Party
establishment was too strong.

During those
nights as the crowds of people

who were standing vigil outside
the church continued to grow,

it was completely peaceful.

The were forced to back
up further and further

until they disappeared into the
crowd that

was surrounding the church.

Today in the waters
of the lagoon in Wloclawek,

Father Jerzy was found.

And my dears will
repeat the hardest truth,

the hardest particularly for you
brothers

of our beloved martyred brother,
Father Jerzy.

We'll repeat three times this
heroic--

this is heroism and forgive us
our sins

as we do those who trespass
against us.

Once more and forgive us our
sins as we

do those who trespass against us
once more.

The reaction of the tens and
hundreds of thousands of people

who followed his words and
followed his sermons,

they didn't do anything.

They did not set fires.

They did not k*ll Polish police
or att*ck m*llitary bases.

They didn't run into the streets
screaming

into g*ns and a*t*matic weapons
that

were being trained on them.

They didn't do that.

They did what Popieluszko told
them to do,

which was to keep your dignity,
remain silent,

and don't give up.

I was able to see
Father Jerzy's body

along with my friend and a
brother

from the priesthoods and a Mr.
Jacek Lipinski

from the Solidarity movement in
Warsaw.

We, along with the mom and dad
decided that he

would be buried in Warsaw.

At first, I was
going to Bialystok

to identify the body.

I could stomach it because I
worked

in a hospital and an ambulance.

No one from our family would
have known that it was him.

He was so massacred.

His lips were so beaten, they
looked like jelly.

I noticed a birthmark on him,
and that's

how I knew he was my brother.

I was like in shock.

We didn't believe it.

Probably most of the people
didn't believe it

that's going to happen because
everybody

was waiting for Father Jerzy.

Everybody told him he's going to
be maybe not healthy,

but he be alive.

So there was a shock for us.

On the 11th day at
night during mass,

the horrible news was announced.

When the people cried and
yelled,

I had a different reaction.

I just wanted it to be quiet so
that something

phenomenal could happen, so that
it would be quiet once more.

Father Jerzy's
coffin was escorted to the city

limits by hundreds of taxis and
private cars

before making the four-hour
drive to Warsaw where

thousands more were waiting to
welcome

him home for the final time.

On November 3, 1984, over 1
million people

came to his church.

With one voice, They said, "We
are here, Father Jerzy,

and we heard you."

Rest in peace,
Father Jerzy.

Solidarity is alive because you
gave your life for it.

Overriding
longstanding church law,

Father Jerzy was buried just
outside the doors

of his beloved St. Stanislaus
Kostka Church,

just close enough to hear the
pleas of his people

and their continuing prayers for
freedom.

And they
decided to frighten Poles,

to m*rder, to t*rture the most
popular priest,

and they wanted to say to us you
also must shut up.

Otherwise, you will end up like
Father Popieluszko

at the bottom of Vistula River.

We will k*ll you.

And the West will not say a
word.

Piotrowski's-- his
anger, his sadism,

and his frustration with the
system and everything that had

gone wrong with Poland and with
his life,

this combination of two things
made for one

of the most brutal murders in
the political

history of Eastern Europe.

It was a message to Poles.

Keep your mouth shut.

You are here, and what's more at
staying here, together

with us, together with Soviet
army,

and with your death of your--

his death.

And you're going to be also
dead, next day.

Shut up.

But the people
would not be silenced.

They took to the streets warning
the government that there

would be no more mock trials.

The people would be watching.

From Gdansk to Warsaw, his
message grew louder

in the months after his m*rder.

His sermons flooded the
underground.

His voice filled the airwaves
louder

and clearer than ever before.

And his Masses for the
Fatherland

continued, a monthly reminder of
what was lost

and what there was left to fight
for.

Their fight continued until the
first free democratic elections

in 1989, when Solidarity won the
majority of seats

in the government five months
before the collapse

of the Berlin Wall.

He sacrificed his
life for the truth

and for justice.

And this is why the workers
needed him as their role model.

He was a
representative

of those healthy forces in the
church, voices

that fought against sl*very.

His courage, his preaching, cost
him his life.

In the end, 28
countries from East Germany

to Russia held open democratic
elections, setting 1 billion

people on the path to freedom.

But it all started in Poland.

It all started in Warsaw in a
rather unremarkable church

with a young priest that gave
his life for his faith,

for his friends, and for his
country.

What will I say to
him?

Dare say?

Even though you're not here, we
have not sold out.

And we can stand proud with our
heads up high 30 years

after martial law.

We came to a realization that
Jerzy is not ours anymore.

He is not our Jerzy from the
steel plant.

The Blessed Father Jerzy
Popieluszko,

his example will lead others to
holiness

and all of the situation and His
Holiness have overwhelmed me.

God wanted us to become close
and to experience it together.

And I thank him for it.

He was everything to
me.

Alphonse
Popieluszko,

from the small town of Okopy,
was declared Blessed Father

Jerzy Popieluszko, the last step
to sainthood

before an audience of 350,000
Poles and guests

from all over the world.

His life was a gift, his death a
tragedy, his legacy a miracle.