"Bradley Smith: Ideology/Motivations"
“Bradley Smith is a Holocaust denier, anti-Semite, and anti-Israel propagandist. To audiences of college students, who are the primary targets of his activities, he presents himself as a crusading advocate for free speech and free debate. Despite this public claim that he aims merely to awaken students to the value of “dissident history” and free speech, in extremist forums Smith candidly and cynically explains that arguing for freedom of academic inquiry into the Holocaust enables him to introduce Holocaust denial to skeptical audiences.”
Why is it “cynical” to argue for freedom of academic inquiry on a university campus? Academic freedom does not make any promise to me that it does not make to academics and to students.
The ADL apparently feels differently. The ADL feels that academic freedom, a free exchange of ideas, gives Holocaust revisionists an advantage over those who front for the Holocaust Marketing Industry. As a matter of fact, it does. That’s why the ADL is foursquare against it.
But again, how am I being “cynical”? I’m forthright about my position. I argue that academics should encourage a free exchange of ideas generally, and with regard to the Holocaust specifically. Where is the cynicism?
I have tried to link the above ADL text to the relevant ADL page but I can't. It's as if I am being denied access to secondary pages on the ADL site. That doesn't make sense technologically. It's probably something in my own program.
Now that the chemo is over, I feel pretty good, all things considered. I’m walking better, and I’m looking for a way to get into a routine for working with weights. Light weights. Irene is talking about taking the couch out of the sala to make room for our exercise bike and my weights. We haven’t found anyone yet to carry the sofa upstairs. Maybe this next week.
The other night I decided to try my first couple pushups. I’m very weak compared to where I was a couple years ago. I was on the bed, I didn’t try to lift my knees off it, and I did one pushup, a second, and with the third, which was very difficult, I pulled a muscle in my left shoulder. Our Las Vegas daughter, Marisol, was here visiting and this morning in the kitchen when I told her what had happened she said:
“You pulled a muscle doing sissy pushups?”
It was worth a laugh for both of us. She had already made the coffee. She had put broken cinnamon sticks in it. A nice Mexican touch. The shoulder still hurts.