There’s nothing like discovering that you unwittingly endorsed the work of an anti-Semitic Holocaust denier.
A TDE reader contacted me yesterday about my “Genocide in LA” piece from last week and praise of David Cole, noting that Cole is a “Holocaust-denier of sorts” and providing a link to the Guardian’s “Hollywood conservative unmasked as notorious Holocaust revisionist.”
I had resolved to clean up my language during Advent, but that email me prompted me to mutter a phrase about what would happen to me if I went to prison. I clicked on the Guardian article and discovered . . . it’s a complete non-story.
David Cole was reviled because he’s a Jew who claimed Hitler killed only 4 million Jews (not 6 million).
He became convinced that on some points they were right and that as a Jew, he would undertake a quixotic quest to “correct” the historical record, arguing that Auschwitz was not an extermination camp in the manner of Treblinka, Sobibor, Belzac and Chelmno – which he acknowledged were part of a genocidal programme against Polish Jews; that the Holocaust ended in 1943, when the Nazis realised they needed Jewish slave labour for factories; and that there was no overarching, genocidal plan, but an evolving, morphing policy which claimed perhaps 4 million, rather than 6 million, Jewish lives.
That’s notorious, like he’s some sort of Hitler apologist?
“This guy says Hitler killed 4 million Jews, then enslaved a few million more and used four extermination camps not five. He’s obviously a whack nut beyond the pale.”
It is, quite frankly, unbelievable.
I gotta believe his role as the head of the “Republican Party Animals” organization (a play off the title of P.J. O’Rourke’s hilarious book) was a large part of it, but I also have little doubt that there is, indeed, an influential group of individuals who ruthlessly brook no questions about the official Holocaust narrative.
And for the record: I am not a Holocaust denier. One apparently cannot be too vigorous in declaring such matters publicly.
My German grandfather (“Ed”) was a denier, though. He didn’t believe any of the Jewish news stories he heard during World War II. He thought it was Allied propaganda.
And then his cousin came back from WWII and told him about what he saw, “Ed, I saw the bodies stacked like cordwood.”
My grandfather was supposedly crushed. After that date, there would be no Holocaust denial in my family.
Tasteless jokes about it perhaps, but no denial.
I’m not breaking that tradition, but neither will I revile a guy for wondering if maybe the official chronicler over-counted.
My distant cousin, after all, didn’t count the bodies. He just saw ‘em.