my father was a journalist and we had lots and lots of books at home... I started reading when I was 5 before I went to elementary school I had read everything that was on the bookshelves... and that included the Quram, the Talmud, the Mahabaratha and the Bible...
there was one particular book, printed on black pages, with some scary pictures on it... I remember my dad saying it was a gift from the polish consul (my father was well related in the diplomatic circles and diplomats were a common sight at our home)...
I can't remember the book's title but it was something like "we'll never forget" and, obviously, it was printed by the communists... it showed pics from the concentration camps... (communists were the enemy then, my brother and I used to call the fence between our house and the neighbour's "the shame wall", in a reference to the Berlin wall, which we saw at the Life magazines we read)
I never had any doubts that the concentration camps were real and that terrible things happened to the jews... at the time I could not understand why people would be killed just because of their religion...
I remember my mom telling us (me, my older brother and my old sister) about the concentration camps... how the jews were tricked to go the baths and instead of water gas came out of the faucets killing them all... my sister had to read the Anne Frank Diary for school and I read it too...
also we had some russian and ukranian neighbours, escapees from the communists, who repeated the same stories... it was "common knowledge"...
until I got older jews were just people of a different religion... when I was 10 I left elementary school to what was called "middle school" (5th to 8th grade)... after some tough tests I was admitted at the best school in town, a public school where there was 1500 boys, of all classes, from the poorest to the richest...
the demographics for an average class of 40 kids were: most catholic from polish, italian, portuguese or spanish families, one or two black kids, one or two protestants (the germans), maybe one muslim and one japanese, and three or four jews... (I still live in a city with a large percentage of jews, about 10%)...
so it was pretty common (before the politically correct craze) to call my fellow students "pole", "german", "italian ", "negro", "jap" or "turk" (anyone from middle east was automatically a "turk" even if they came from syrian or lebanese families)... only one nickname was not allowed: "jew"... if you called one of them a "jew" it was considered offensive... it took a few months for this 10 year old kid to understand that, why they didn't mix with the rest of us, but at end of the first year I finally understood that "jew" wasn't someone of the judaic religion but a person of the "jewish people"... yet the nazis were still evil and the jews were victims, no doubts about that...
after middle school, just before university, at a history class the teacher was talking about the holocaust and the "6 million" when one student raised his hand and said "there's doubts if this number is real" to what the teacher answered "the numbers don't matter, it's still a crime even if the nazis killed only one innocent child"... brain washing at its best... but yet I still hadn't any doubts.. I've seen the pics, I've heard stories from people who were there, there was no room for doubts...
a couple of years later I went to Germany for the first time... my best friend was the son of a german who was 17 when he had to fight the eastern front, and his dad hated the war... thru my friend I had the chance to know german families at their homes and then I heard many stories about the war... so for the first time in my life the germans were not "nazis" but ordinary people, very unlikely to the ones portrayed at the movies... I decided not to visit the concentration camps, I thought they were not a fair representation of the war or the german people...
when the TV series "Holocaust" was shown everybody had the same opinion: ridiculous, a gross exageration... slowly I started to understand the power of propaganda... one late night I was watching a movie at the TV, The Rose Garden, about a nazi who used to hang children with his own hands... it was disgusting until I saw the disclaimer at the end of the film saying it was fiction and had no relation to facts... I was pissed... why would they show something so disgusting, giving the spectators the impression it was based on facts when it wasn't?... soon I learned about the "holocaust industry" and the power of Hollywood...
many years later I found CODOH and I spent many hours reading the threads... it was the last straw, I became a revisionist, and as they say, "never again" will I be fooled...
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