Friday, October 1, 2010

Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist -- a Further Note

** This academic year I’m going to direct the Campus Project to the attention of the student masses and “copy” to the university’s Ruling Class of academics and administrators. A small but possibly significant inversion of what I have done in the past.

This year we will not use the names of such great historical figures as Dwight D. Eisenhower and Winston Churchill and their grand books--figures and books that the Ruling Class has a vested interest in shielding from revisionist questions. This year we will recommend a small book by an all-but-unknown author, Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist by Bradley R. Smith. Downgrading from a Churchill and an Eisenhower to a Smith, you ask? Well, yes.

“Confessions” of a Holocaust revisionist? What kind of guy would write anything like what this title suggests? A man the Ruling Class would charge has a bigoted brain? A dirty heart? A man who is willing to confess to having thoughts and feelings about the Holocaust story that are not kosher? With a simple click of her mouse the student will be able to access the full text of Confessions, chapter by chapter. She will find out for herself. And with a second click of her mouse of course, the full CODOH Website—the library, the Forum, the Founder’s page, and our new page focusing on the fraud surrounding the Elie Wiesel character.

With Confessions the student will learn that she is not alone in her fear of facing revisionist arguments about the Holocaust story, not alone in her fear of wanting to avoid the contempt of her peers and those in the Ruling Class at her university. With Confessions she will find a 50-year-old man who writes about how he, too, was afraid of discovering a forbidden truth. How he was ashamed of being seen with revisionist materials in his hand at a public event. How the only place where he was willing to look at something written about gas chambers by a “revisionist” was when he was alone, at night, walking in circles in his one-room apartment in Hollywood.

At any given university the Ruling Class will get its shorts (and panties) in a twist over finding that the student masses are being proselytized with a confession structured around simple stories, using a totally accessible language (not an academic note anywhere in it), to reveal how it is possible to question what the Ruling Class holds unquestionable, what it protects with taboo, and has been committed to publicly since the middle of the last century in the most shameful way.

How can someone like Smith get away with confessing his sins so openly, giving the impression that he believes he is doing work that should be done, work that will affect the culture, the politics, the future of Western culture? Students might like hearing about it. Their professors will not want their students hearing about it. And there you have the tension.

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