Kennkarte was the basic identity document in use during the Third Reich era, first introduced in July 1938. They were normally obtained through a police precinct and had the corresponding issuing office and official’s stamps on them. Every German citizen was issued one and was expected to produce it when confronted by officials. After World War II began, Germany began issuing Kennkarten to citizens of conquered countries.
Kennkarten (Polish: Kennkarta) were identity cards also introduced by Nazi Germany in occupied Poland (General Government). They were issued to residents aged fifteen and older, from 1941 to 1943, and were often forged by the Polish resistance.
In the first weeks of German occupation of Poland, pre-war documents issued by the Second Polish Republic were used for identification. On October 26, 1939, following a decree of Hans Frank, Kennkarten were announced. Due to legal arguments, first cards were not issued until June 1941. German authorities continued to issue them until 1943. A Kennkarte was a sheet of thin cardboard, measuring app. 30 by 14 centimeters. It was folded in two spots, making it a three-page book, with each page measuring 10 by 14 centimeters. The color of a Kennkarte was based on ethnicity. Poles had gray ones; Jews and Romas, yellow; Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Georgians and Goralenvolk, blue. Furthermore, letters were introduced to mark each nationality - J for Jews, U for Ukrainians, R for Russians, W for Belarusians, K for Georgians, G for Goralenvolk, Z for Roma (Gypsies).
CONCRETE
(Bill Anderson)
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To a boy who grew up walking in the woods and the fields of South Carolina
This big ole city feels hard underneath my feet
And to a kid who ain't never heard a noise a whole lot louder than a freight train
I get scared sometimes just standing here along the street
Concrete concrete everywhere I turn there's concrete
Found in the pavement day after day I wanna go home
Where the sun shines and the tall pines and the earth and the heavens meet
I'd rather starve on a poor dirt farm than to stay here surrounded by the concrete
Cause it's turnin' me into concrete
My kids ain't never gone wadin' in a creek or cuttin' down cane for fishing
They've never seen a blackberry growin' wild
Sometimes I get to missin' it so I almost take to crying
I'm cursed with the body of a man and the heart of a child