Re: Is the Holocaust just a jewish Fraud?
Seon Ferguson
Joe Bruno
<fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
> the paper, Books and Bookmen, “No gassing took place in any camp on
> German soil.”
>
> At that time, Auschwitz and other camps were still in the possession of
> the Soviets, who would not allow serious researchers into these camps to
> validate holocaust claims. We expect that, with full disclosure, Mr.
> Wiesenthal will be forced to admit that no gassing ever took place in
> any camp.
Simon Wiesenthal died several years ago.
Kenneth McVay OBC
Fritz Wuehler <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
>claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
>Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
>the paper, Books and Bookmen, �No gassing took place in any camp on
What is a "holohoaxer," and why do you feel Mr. Wiesenthal was
"forced" to make a true statement?
Please define "German soil" in terms relevant to World War
II.
Given the historical evidence that homocidal gassing did in fact
occur at Hadamar, Mauthausen and elsewhere, defend your
assertions with documented evidence.
Thank you, Friedrich.
--
'I fully accept this, it's a fact. The discussion on Auschwitz, the gas
chambers and the Holocaust is finished ... it's useless to dispute it'.
(David Irving on Holocaust denial, as quoted by his Austrian lawyer)
The Nizkor Project: http://www.nizkor.org/
Majd al-Din
> On Nov 22, 8:23 pm, Fritz Wuehler
> <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
>> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
>> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
>> German soil.�
>>
>> At that time, Auschwitz and other camps were still in the possession of
>> the Soviets, who would not allow serious researchers into these camps to
>> validate holocaust claims. We expect that, with full disclosure, Mr.
>> Wiesenthal will be forced to admit that no gassing ever took place in
>> any camp.
>
> Simon Wiesenthal died several years ago.
Good fucking riddance.
Joe Bruno
> Joe Bruno wrote:
> > On Nov 22, 8:23 pm, Fritz Wuehler
> > <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
> >> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
> >> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
> >> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
> >> German soil.”
>
> >> At that time, Auschwitz and other camps were still in the possession of
> >> the Soviets, who would not allow serious researchers into these camps to
> >> validate holocaust claims. We expect that, with full disclosure, Mr.
> >> Wiesenthal will be forced to admit that no gassing ever took place in
> >> any camp.
>
> > Simon Wiesenthal died several years ago.
>
>
> - Show quoted text -
That's what I'll say when you die.
RJ11
Fritz Wuehler <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
> the paper, Books and Bookmen, �No gassing took place in any camp on
> German soil.�
This is a lie. The alleged quote does not appear in
"Books and Bookmen".
RJ.
Gord McFee
<3256b67a4d8d4477...@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>, Fritz
Wuehler <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
[drivel]
--
Gord McFee
I'll write no line before its time
Visit the Holocaust History Project
http://www.holocaust-history.org
ZuLu
> On Nov 22, 8:23 pm, Fritz Wuehler
> <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
>> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
>> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
>> German soil.�
>>
>> At that time, Auschwitz and other camps were still in the possession of
>> the Soviets, who would not allow serious researchers into these camps to
>> validate holocaust claims. We expect that, with full disclosure, Mr.
>> Wiesenthal will be forced to admit that no gassing ever took place in
>> any camp.
>
> Simon Wiesenthal died several years ago.
But his lies remain forever.
Le Diable est dans les d�tails. [The Evil is in the details]
Ren� Descartes.
ZuLu
> In article <3256b67a4d8d4477...@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>,
> Fritz Wuehler <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
>> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
>> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
>> German soil.�
> What is a "holohoaxer," and why do you feel Mr. Wiesenthal was
> "forced" to make a true statement?
>
> Please define "German soil" in terms relevant to World War
> II.
>
> Given the historical evidence that homocidal gassing did in fact
> occur at Hadamar, Mauthausen and elsewhere, defend your
> assertions with documented evidence.
>
> Thank you, Friedrich.
>
Mauthausen? LOL.
You know that, as proof of "homicidal gassings", ludicrous holofolkies show the
formation of Prussian blue in some rooms at that camp. The material proof they DENY
to Leuchter and Rudolf at the Krema II of Birkenau.
Not to mention the rooms were that Prussian blue appears at Mauthausen are obviously
delousing rooms similar to those which were in use at all nazi camps.
Paul Rassinier, long time ago, debunked a lot of "eyewitness testimonies" of
homicidal gassings which supposedly took place at that place.
See "The Holocaust Story and the Lies of Ulysses"
http://www.ihr.org/books/rassinier/debunking.html
Dr. Martin Broszat, Institute of Contemporary History in Munich, Letter in Die Zeit,
19 August 1960, p. 16:
"Weder in Dachau noch in Bergen-Belsen noch in Buchenwald sind Juden oder andere
H�ftlinge vergast worden. Die Gaskammer in Dachau wurde nie ganz fertiggestellt und
'in Betrieb' genommen."
English translation: "Neither in Dachau, nor in Bergen-Belsen, nor in Buchenwald,
were Jews or other inmates gassed. The gas chamber in Dachau was never completed and
put 'into operation.'."
http://www.scrapbookpages.com/DachauScrapbook/GasChamber/BroszatLetter.html
Another demonstration of the bas faith of our ludicrous Kiny.
In 1954 French scholar Germaine Tillion analyzed the "gratuitous lie"
with regard to the German concentration camps. She wrote:
"Those persons [who gratuitously lie] are, to tell the truth, much
more numerous than people generally suppose, and a subject like that
of the concentration camp world -- well designed, alas, to stimulate
sado-masochistic imaginings -- offered them an exceptional field of
action. We have known numerous mentally damaged persons, half
swindlers and half fools, who exploited an imaginary deportation; we
have known others of them -- authentic deportees -- whose sick minds
strove to go even beyond the monstrosities that they had seen or that
people said had happened to them. There have been publishers to print
some of their imaginings, and more or less official compilations to
use them, but publishers and compilers are absolutely inexcusable,
since the most elementary inquiry would have been enough to reveal the
imposture."
"Le Syst�me concentrationnaire allemand [1940-1944]," Revue d'histoire
de la Deuxi�me Guerre mondiale, July 1954, p. 18, n. 2.
http://www.amazon.fr/dhistoire-deuxieme-guerre-mondiale-1951/dp/B0000DWO36
An recent example of usual "eyewitnesses" who are in fact fucking LIARS:
That FUCKING LIAR who even doesn't recognize he LIED while picked up with his fingers
in the pot of marmalade.
Chutzpah at work for all to see by Mr Rosenblat himself, it's free of charge for a
good LOL:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j30sWIOMIak
More on the same fashion way, a survivor "eyewitness" who SAW, yes who SAW, "SOAP
made from the people", who SAW, yes, who SAW, LAMPSHADES with his own eyes and even
who SAW, yes, who SAW,"GAS STOVES" (a fucking new add for the hoax which didn't need
that unbelievable one more!!!).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-RKKOyKlC0&feature=related
The most dramatic things is that that "survivor" seems to really BELIEVE in her
fairy tales...Self persuasion it is called.
Till when will we have to support that kind of "I SAW" bullshit?
Till the death of all those LIARS?
When will "serious scholars" back to the right basis and will employ REAL scientific
methods to study that period by dismissing definitely that uncontrolled ( never cross
examined with the fatal exception of Rudolf THE LIAR Vrba) insane "survivors" (I was
there, you weren't) "gas chambers" bullshit at least?
ZuLu
> In article <3256b67a4d8d4477...@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>,
> Fritz Wuehler <fr...@spamexpire-200911.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>
>> Numerous claims of the hoaxers have been amended over time because the
>> claims were obviously exaggerated or invented. In April 1975, Simon
>> Wiesenthal of the Los Angeles Holocaust Center was forced to admit in
>> German soil.�
> This is a lie. The alleged quote does not appear in
> "Books and Bookmen".
Wiesenthal could have been anything you want. The only thing sure about him is that
he was a big LIAR.
http://www.fpp.co.uk/Auschwitz/docs/fake/SWCsmokeFake.html
http://www.fpp.co.uk/Auschwitz/docs/fake/SWC_firing_squad_Fake.html
One of the best stories of Wiesenthal the liar:
THE GIGANTIC JEWS' FAT *R.I.F* SOAP FACTORY
According with Wiesenthal, that BIG FACTORY was in Belzec.
Not less than 900,000 of JEWS were used as RAW MATERIAL from April 1942 up to May 1943.
I guess that to process such quantity of people, it must have been a
GIANT SOAP'S FACTORY.
"The last week of March (1946), the Rumanian press announced an
extraordinary news: in the small Rumanian city of Falticeni, have
solemnly been buried at the Jewish cemetery, during a burial's ceremony
in conformity with the rules, twenty cases of soap [... ] the cases
carried the mark RIF - "Rein j�disches Fett" [...] It is at the end of
1942 that was pronounced for the first time the horrible expression
"soap's transportation!"
It was in the General Government and the factory was in Galicia, in
Belzec. Nine hundred thousands of Jews were used as raw material in this
factory from April 1942 up to May 1943 [... ] perhaps the cultural world
cannot conceive the pleasure with which the Nazis and their wives
contemplated this soap in the General Government. They saw in each piece
of soap a Jew that one had made there disappear by enchantment and that
one had thus prevented from raising a second Freud, Ehrlich or Einstein
[... ] the burial of the soap in a small Rumanian city has something of
supernatural. The bewitched pain which lays in this small object of
daily use breaks the heart already petrified of the XXe century's man.
At the atomic era, the return in the dark medieval kitchen of the
witches makes the effect of a spectrum! And yet it is the truth!"
(Simon Wiesenthal, Der neue Weg, Vienne, n� 17/18, 1946)
THE LIES OF SIMON WIESENTHAL
December 15, 1994
Simon Wiesenthal
Jewish Documentation Center
Vienna, Austria
Dear Mr. Wiesenthal:
Your biographies point out that you have been accused of surviving the war
by working for the Nazis (as, for example, in Simon Wiesenthal, Justice Not
Vengeance, 1989, p. 7). I have never seen what the evidence is that your
accusers are relying on, but I must say that your biographies, rather than
dispelling such suspicions, serve rather to encourage them.
Take, for example, your story of how you escaped from the Nazis, were
sheltered by Polish partisans, and then were recaptured by the Nazis - the
only sense that I can make out of this story is that you were sent by the
Nazis to infiltrate the Polish partisans and spy on them. Here is The
Wiesenthal File version of the story (for the moment, we will overlook that
this version is quite different from the Justice Not Vengeance version):
The two men ... took sanctuary in the A.K. [a pro-Soviet Polish
partisan group] apartment, where Simon's partisan friends had hollowed out a
'grave' - big enough for a pair of people to recline - in the sand beneath
the ground floorboards. The two Jewish fugitives spent most of their time
above the earth, but, whenever there was a search, they would climb into
their grave and the Poles would cover them with three boards and a heavy
table. Eventually, Scheiman (who survived the war) couldn't take this
'life' and returned to his wife's closet. Simon stayed on - savouring the
extra elbow room.
In early June 1944, during a drinking bout in a neighbouring house, a
chief inspector of the German railways was beaten and robbed by his Polish
companions. A house-to-house police search was ordered. Simon reburied
himself several times and was in his makeshift coffin on Tuesday, 13 June
1944, when more than eight months of cramped and perilous 'freedom' came to
an end. As the Gestapo entered the courtyard of the house, the Polish
partisans fled, leaving Wiesenthal trapped beneath the earth "in a position
where I couldn't even make use of my weapon."
A minute later, he heard heavy boots tramping above. Two Polish
detectives - who knew exactly where to look - slid back the table, took away
the boards, and pounced upon him. They seized his pistol and a diary Simon
had been keeping while hiding. Simon won't say whether he thinks one of the
A.K. partisans betrayed him. He was bundled into a car and slapped around
before being delivered to the Germans.
Possession of a pistol was grounds for immediate execution.
Fortunately, the two Polish detectives didn't turn the weapon in to the
Gestapo, but took it for themselves to sell on the black market. They did,
however, deliver Wiesenthal and his diary to the Germans - which proved to
be a stroke of luck, too. In the book, he'd recorded not just the doings of
SS men in Janowsk� - from Dyga and Blum (in charge of the Askaris) up the
ladder to Rokita, Gebauer, and Wilhaus - but also, in recent weeks, maps and
diagrams (coded so that only he could explain them) of partisan emplacements
to help the advancing Red Army make contact with their allies. "I owe it
specially to these circumstances that I was not killed right away, as so
many other Jews," he says, "for these records seemed to be very valuable
partisan documents." ...
Two nights later, a truck with two Gestapo agents came for Wiesenthal.
When he saw that one of them was Master Sergeant Oskar Waltke, chief of the
Jewish affairs section in Lemberg, Wiesenthal's heart sank, for this was a
man whose misdeeds (mentioned by Wiesenthal in his captured diary) had made
him the most feared man in Galicia. ...
When Waltke saw Simon, he smiled and beckoned him into the truck,
saying "Get in, my child," in such a gloating manner that Wiesenthal took
out a small razor blade he'd concealed in his cuff. With two swift strokes,
he cut both wrists. "With my right hand, I managed well. With my left
hand, which I had cut open, not so well," he says, displaying the scars.
On the truck, he lost consciousness and was driven directly to the
Gestapo prison hospital.... (Alan Levy, The Wiesenthal File, 1993, pp.
52-54)
(1) I assume that a "chief inspector of the German railways" would have been
German. If so, I would have expected him to have had Germans as his
drinking companions, and not Poles. Poles would have felt uncomfortable
with a German, as Germany had recently brutally invaded and conquered
Poland. A German, especially a highly-placed German, in turn, might have
felt that he deserved better drinking partners than some sub-human Slavs.
(2) If "during a drinking bout in a neighbouring house, a chief inspector of
the German railways was beaten and robbed by his Polish companions" then the
German authorities would have been aware of who the perpetrators were and
what their motive was. In that case, why would neighboring houses have been
searched? Was it suspected that the Polish companions had foolishly run
into nearby houses to hide, or that people in neighboring houses had somehow
inexplicably participated in the beating and robbery?
(3) Were the Polish partisans who were sheltering you aware of your
meticulous notetaking or not? I cannot bring myself to believe that they
were aware - to them your notetaking should have appeared highly
threatening. Obviously, the diary might fall into German hands. Obviously,
you might be a spy who would use the diary to betray them in devastating
detail.
In order to survive, a partisan group must recognize the inevitability that
some of its members will be apprehended and under torture will divulge
everything that they know, and so for the group to survive, it must take
steps to limit the amount of information in the hands of any particular
member. For this reason, a common practice would be to have the members of
each cell know the identities of only the members of his own cell but not of
other cells. But here you paint for us the contrasting picture of
concentrating within one diary a great deal of comprehensive information
concerning the entire partisan movement, and it is not believable that the
partisans would have allowed you to do this.
But if it is inconceivable that the Polish partisans were aware of your
meticulous notetaking, then what is the alternative? - The alternative would
seem to be that even while these Polish partisans were giving you shelter,
you were keeping a journal on their activities furtively, secretly,
clandestinely. You wrote in your diary only when they left the house or
when you were in the toilet. And why furtively, secretly, clandestinely
unless you were fully aware of how dangerous what you were doing was to them
and of how strongly they would react if they found out?
(4) Of what possible legitimate use could such a diary have been? Your
explanation is that it was to "help the advancing Red Army to make contact
with their allies."
But did the partisans authorize you to make contact with the advancing Red
Army on their behalf? And why would they have done so? - These were the
Soviet-leaning Polish partisans who already had contact with the Soviets,
who were being armed and paid by the Soviets, who were taking direction from
the Soviets. And if these partisans were not in contact with the Soviets,
then they would not have entrusted an unproven newcomer (not even a partisan
himself, but only somebody being hidden by the partisans) to establish that
contact for them, to serve as their representative.
But even supposing that the contact somehow had not as yet been made and
that you took it upon yourself, without the knowledge of the partisans, to
make it - then you should have anticipated two obstacles that would have
made your scheme unlikely to benefit the Soviet side. First, you would have
had to cross the battle front to get to the Soviets, with a good chance of
getting killed. Second, as you would have approached the Soviets as a
stranger, they would have had to begin by viewing you as a spy carrying
disinformation - and by the time your credibility could be verified, the
front would have moved on and your information would have been antiquated.
(5) The Polish partisans have as much to fear from being captured by the
Germans as you do. Upon the approach of the Germans, then, the Polish
partisans do the sensible thing - which is to run away - and yet you do the
foolish thing - which is to hide under the floorboards. This is foolish
because under the floorboards is the first place that the Nazis know to
search, and being aware that any loose floorboards are likely to be under a
rug or a table does not take a rocket scientist - the following quotation
from a Nazi report from Pinsk, for example, only states what must have been
obvious to any searcher for hidden fugitives:
Even if there is no cellar, a large number of people may be found in
the little space between the floor and the ground. In such places it is
advisable to lift the flooring from the outside and to send in police dogs
(during the Pinsk action, the police dog Oste performed wonders) or to throw
in a grenade, which inevitably forces the Jews out of their holes. (in Leon
Poliakov, Harvest of Hate, 1954, p. 127)
Given that under the floorboards is such an obviously unsafe place to hide,
why didn't you run away with the Polish partisans?
(6) If the Polish partisans were aware of your diary, why wouldn't they have
demanded it of you before running away? Why would they have run before the
approach of the Gestapo while leaving behind evidence capable of destroying
them all?
(7) Diary or not, the store of information in your own head would be enough
to incriminate them all - so in running away, why wouldn't the Polish
partisans have insisted on taking you with them and if you refused to come,
why wouldn't they have killed you? Or, if they felt that hiding underneath
the floorboards was safer than running away, and if there was room for two,
then why wouldn't one of them have opted to stay with you?
(8) Why did you not take steps to protect the lives of your Polish friends
and benefactors by disposing of that diary? As soon as you saw the Gestapo
coming into the courtyard, you could have handed the diary to the Polish
partisans as they fled. Or, you could have destroyed the diary - you could
have thrown it into a fire, or if there was no fire, then you could have put
a match to it. Or, you might have thrown it down a toilet. Or, as it was
night (the Justice Not Vengeance version says that it was "evening"), it was
dark outside, and so merely throwing the diary out a window might lead to
its not being found. You could have slipped it into some hiding place, some
crack you had discovered, behind some cabinet or mirror. Or, once under the
floorboards, you could have found some crack between the floorboards and the
joists in which it could be lodged and where it would only be accessible to
someone who climbed down into the dirt and groped for it. Or, once under
the floorboards, you could have torn out the most sensitive pages and
swallowed them. Or, as it was sandy under the floorboards, you could have
quickly buried it.
It seems that you had a wide range of options which would have increased the
chances of your friends surviving, and yet you selected none of them - you
chose simply to keep that incriminating diary on your person and let it be
captured intact. How many lives of the Polish partisans who had been
sheltering you did your carelessness cost? Did it ever occur to you that
this is what Rusinek was angry at you for when he slapped you?
(9) As you were armed with a pistol, I would have expected that you would
have the pistol in your hand at the ready, and as soon as the first
floorboard began to be raised, you would heave that board upward suddenly
and start shooting. You would have the advantage of surprise. At worst,
you might wound one of the searchers before being killed yourself; at best,
you might kill them all and escape. It is not an attractive course of
action, but the alternative is much worse - if you allow yourself to be
captured, then as the possessor of the diary and of extensive knowledge
concerning the partisans, you are certain that you will be tortured in order
to extract the fullest amount of information; as a Jew, an escapee, the
possessor of a gun, and an accomplice of the partisans, you are certain that
you will be killed; and the same not only for yourself, but for many of your
Polish friends as well. This seems much the worse of the two alternatives.
Your answer is that (lucky for you and unlucky for the partisans) the space
was so crowded that you were unable to draw your weapon. But this is not
credible - Two grown men had spent considerable time down in that space, and
at the moment, there was only you. You say yourself that as your friend was
not present on this occasion, you were "savouring the extra elbow room."
Had the space really been coffin-tight during your prolonged hiding, then
the two of you would have found it unbearable and would have opted for the
simple solution of removing more sand to provide more room. And even within
the confines of a space no bigger than a coffin, it is still possible to
remove objects that might be tucked into one's jacket pocket or into one's
belt.
In any case, even if the space underneath the floorboards were
constrictively tight, you could have drawn your pistol and kept it in your
hand even while climbing down into the space.
Or, if you were not going to use the pistol, why not quickly bury it in the
sand, or at least throw it farther underneath the floorboards since the
punishment for possessing it was death?
(10) You explain how it is that after your capture, you managed to avoid
execution - you offer that the possession of a weapon was a capital offense,
but that your life was saved because the Polish police never reported your
pistol to the Germans.
But in the first place, the Germans already had many reasons for killing
you - as mentioned above, you were a Jew, an escapee, an accomplice of the
partisans. One reason is sufficient, three is abundant, surely they didn't
need a fourth.
And in the second place, it is unclear how it happened that the Germans were
absent during the discovery of your weapon. You saw the Gestapo entering
the courtyard of the house that you were in, and yet somehow at the most
interesting point in this raid, they were absent. Where did they go? If
they were merely in a different part of the house, then why wouldn't they
have been called just as soon as the loose floorboards were discovered? Why
wouldn't they have been attracted by the commotion of the table being slid
back, the boards being lifted up, a man being discovered underneath, the man
being lifted up out of his hiding place, the man being searched?
(11) You say that the searchers knew exactly where to find you. This fits
into the picture of a betrayal - the partisans informed on you, and that is
why the house was raided and searched, and that is why the police knew
exactly where to find you.
And yet a betrayal does not fit in with the other part of the picture that
you painted earlier, which is that the police were called upon suddenly by
this emergency of a railway inspector being beaten and robbed in a nearby
house. But if the authorities had been summoned in an emergency and are
searching the nearby houses on account of this emergency, then where does
the betrayal fit in? And if it is a betrayal and the authorities are aware
that the most interesting part of their raid will be the discovery of you
underneath the floorboards, then why isn't the Gestapo present during this
most interesting part of the raid?
(12) You suggest that the partisans betrayed you to the Germans, and yet a
little thinking reveals that this is impossible. Never mind that as you
were helping the partisans, they had no motive to betray you - the clincher
is that you had detailed knowledge of the partisan personnel and their
military installations, and so for them to turn you in to the Germans would
have been suicidal, particularly if you bore a grudge against the partisans
for having turned you in.
If, on the other hand, they did have something against you - if, for
example, they suspected you of being a spy - then they would have even more
reason to believe that turning you in would lead to their betrayal, and they
would have been left with no other option but to kill you.
(13) Two Gestapo agents, one of them Waltke, have come especially for you,
and Waltke seems to be inside the truck beckoning you in. You say that you
take out the razor blade which is somehow hidden in your cuff. But wouldn't
the two Gestapo agents have seen this motion of you fumbling with your cuff
to extract the razor blade? Wouldn't they have grabbed you even as you
began to fumble? At least, wouldn't they have been watching you closely as
that razor blade came out and as soon as they saw the razor blade, wouldn't
they have grabbed it and stopped you? Or, after you had slashed one wrist,
you would have had to transfer the razor blade to the other hand, which
would have given the Gestapo agents another big opportunity to stop you.
How then, Mr. Wiesenthal, was it that you were able to slash both wrists
right in front of the two arresting Gestapo agents?
(14) I have already noted in my letter to you of December 10, 1994, the
seeming insincerity of your attempt to commit suicide by taking saccharin.
And now this earlier attempt to commit suicide by slashing your wrists
strikes me in the same way. First, there would be little chance of success
slashing your wrists while talking to two Gestapo agents; second, as you
were of value to the Gestapo and as you were standing beside a truck, you
could have counted on being rushed to a hospital and saved, which is what
you say did happen. Had you been sincere in wanting to commit suicide, then
you would have slashed your wrists when you were alone.
(15) Why would you need to be strengthened before being tortured? I would
have expected that being in a weakened state might make you more susceptible
to divulging information under torture.
(16) Why was Waltke the Nazi torturer so slow to getting around to
interrogating you? The Gestapo seize your diary and are studying it, and
they - particularly Waltke the torturer - are eager to interrogate you about
it, and yet two days go by with nothing happening. Next, Waltke comes to
pick you up, you are sure that he has read "every word" of your diary, and
as you climb into the truck, you take out a razor blade that had been
concealed in your cuff, slit both wrists, but (lucky for you and unlucky for
the partisans) you are taken to a hospital and saved. You are fed a
"special diet of hearty soups, liver, and vegetables" which by speeding your
recovery, will permit you to be interrogated all the sooner. In a time of
shortages, your special diet attests to the value that Waltke places on the
information stored in your head. You attempt suicide by taking tablets, but
(lucky for you and unlucky for the partisans) these turn out to be saccharin
and only give you a mild stomach upset. You try to hang yourself with your
belt, but (lucky for you and unlucky for the partisans) you are too weak.
Days apparently go by as you recuperate - how many we don't know.
Meanwhile, the Germans are retreating before the Soviets. If Waltke is to
get anything out of you, he is going to have to act quickly, and yet when he
visits you he says "You are looking well, my child. In two days we will
have our first talk." Peculiarly unhurried seems this Waltke the torturer -
the information you would be able to give the Germans is highly pertinent
but is growing staler every day, and yet Waltke takes his time extracting it
from you. If Waltke's lackadaisical attitude is representative of Germans
generally, then it is little wonder that they lost the war.
After Waltke's two days have expired, somehow you are no longer in the
hospital, no longer under Waltke's personal care, but standing in a
courtyard with other prisoners - how this could have come to pass is itself
a mystery. But you do think that your day of reckoning with Waltke has
arrived, because here he is along with an SS officer sorting the prisoners -
Jews on the left for killing later, Gentiles on the right for killing now.
Waltke points you out to the SS officer and says "That's the one I told you
about." What can any reader expect here except that you will be the first
to form a third group slated not for killing but for interrogation, and yet
incredibly, the SS officer sends you to the right, the Gentile side, for
immediate killing. This unexpected twist is so puzzling, that I am
compelled to repeat it - here you are in possession of vital information,
Waltke has been waiting a long time for the chance to interrogate you, you
have been fed special rations to strengthen you for the imminent
interrogation, you are a Jew and not a Gentile, Waltke points you out to the
SS officer as the person he has been waiting to interrogate - and yet the SS
officer beside Waltke sends you to the Gentile side for immediate execution!
How can one account for such a strange thing?
However (lucky for you and unlucky for the partisans), you are not
executed - deus ex machina, an airplane crashes nearby, papers fly up into
the air, and in the confusion, you switch groups. Walke - possibly absorbed
in some compulsive reorganization of his papers from that moment until the
end of the war - somehow forgets about you and we never hear him mentioned
again.
On the one hand, then, Waltke is portrayed as singularly tenacious,
convinced of the significance of the information in your head, hungrily
monitoring your recuperation, and yet he then acquiesces to your immediate
execution, and in the end simply allows you to walk away from under his very
nose. Even though you continue under German captivity, Waltke never thinks
of sending for you.
And so we never learn what happened to the partisans - did your diary betray
them after all, or is it that because Waltke somehow never got around to
questioning you on your diary - because he somehow overlooked you - the
partisans remained unbetrayed?
(17) Why would the Gestapo have assumed throughout that you were going to
have to be tortured to divulge the information that they wanted? I would
have expected them to put their questions to you at the earliest opportunity
with some expectation that if they encountered any resistance, then the mere
mention of torture might be sufficient to pry the information out of you.
It might not work every time, but it saves effort when it does work and so
it is worth trying. Getting the information without torture might not be as
much fun for Waltke the torturer, but surely the cooler heads in the Gestapo
would have seen the advantage of obtaining the strategic information early
rather than indulging a sadist in their midst and getting it too late for it
to be of use.
In conclusion, Mr. Wiesenthal, I must say that you've done it again - you
have told a story that falls somewhere between quite unbelievable and
absolutely fantastic. I should imagine that if you did have some way that
these many incongruities could be resolved, that you would be strongly
motivated to resolve them and so begin clearing away the cloud of doubt
concerning your credibility that hovers over your head.
Yours truly,
Lubomyr Prytulak