The list I posted was actually taken from captured German records, http://www.jewishgen.org/databases/Holocaust/0050_DachauIndexing.html
The sisters didn't lie about being in Dachau or Auschwitz. And yea, in a sane world, this would be enough to put a stop to CODOH repeating the Gruner lies / madness as "truth."
You want the two sisters to have not been in Dachau either, because of course the whole family would have (and was) been taken to Auschwitz at one time - The sisters with the brother. Too bad, they were there. This should be enough to totally put a stop to this bogus theory.
But I'm sure you want us to believe those two sister Wiesels, (who look to be releated, especially the vindictive face on the one sister) ALSO stole identities (and were never in camps)? Or are playing a role?
And ELIE WIESEL wrote Night, the novel it's based on and the close to 50 books after in multiple language. Not a non-existent "LAZAR WIESEL" who has no record of being a writer.
Elie = LAZAR.
This is a total waste of time denying Wiesel and his sisters were at Auschwitz, Dachau, Buchenwald, and it's way wrong. Totally false. And it's a very bad first impression to give people first becoming interested in revisionism.
Elie Wiesel Cons the World - "Elie Wiesel, is not Elie Wiesel, but stole a "Lazar Wiesel's" story, name, and identity! His sisters were never in any camps!"
You fell for the Cons of Gruner.
Why is CODOH, the world's largest Revisionist site pushing and desseminating scat-man Gruner's dumb lies as truth?
The lie, from Gruner, a Jew who was in the camps, and (is jealous of Wiesel),
- Is that
"Wiesel didn't "survive" the horrific, satanic Nazi "Death factories" Auschwitz and Buchenwald. He was never there, suffering alongside us Jews! In fact, he isn't even a Jew! Wiesel stole the identity of my close, older friend "Lazar Wiesel" and I decided to keep this secret, even after meeting him before his Nobel Prize acceptance...until that is..."Wiesel...or whoever he is!"....decided to ignore my letters to him in the 80's and 90's to support my Holocaust survivor organization / guilt scam!
Revisionists should be pointing out the truth - that Wiesel's two sisters, whom he totally downplays in "Night", were deliberately kept alive until the end of the war by the Germans. Wiesel was deliberately kept alive by the Germans, even being sent to the hospital. Hospitals...in a death camp! Wiese'ls father almost "survived" but disease - AKA Wiesel's "God" - killed him. (Wiesel tries to claim a Nazi rifle butt really did the trick!
But Carolyn, if the Yiddish book has the author state his age, as Wiesel does in Night, and it is the same age, they are the same people. Your entier claim rests on "Lazar Wiesel" being much older.
But if the Yiddish book describes the author as Elie's age - If you want to deny it, even after that, well, then you're going into a realm of parallel universes, and frankly I don't think we should be involved with that kind of stuff.
From Gruner's holohoax book "Stolen Identity"
Jews pooped on Gruner for 24 hours...don't let Gruner poop on revisionists - with his stupid Wiesel lies...
I was aware that they were going to make soap out of my fat, and a torch out
the rest of my body. By sitting and crying, I became so deliriously scared that
I lost my mind and not knowingly I fell through one of the holes in the latrine
my feet down. When I came to myself, I was sinking down in the excrement.
All of a sudden I started to panic and tried to work my way up to the edge of
the framework. Finally I managed to get to the corner and I was able to hold
myself up by hanging on to the wooden framework.
The situation I was in, the smell of the faeces, and the thoughts of what was
going to happen to me, kept me occupied, unconscious of the time when the
SS would start to search for me. When the time was up, I could hear the SS
shouting, the barking dogs, and other voices making a terrifying noise as they
dashed into the washroom, the barking dogs and the only thing I remember
hearing was the orchestra playing, the moving trucks and I thought that I hed
heard people screaming.
I started to come to myself. As I was standing in the shit, I realised that the
danger was over but that I had to wait until the situation became normal again.
The rush for the latrine began at five a.m: and I was the only living person on
earth watching this tremendous spectacle from below. Because the volume of
the shit was rising considerably and the substance I was standing in became
relatively warm and easier to make slight movements in to change position in
order to get ready for the attempt to get out of the filth in which I was standing
deeply in. By six a.m. the latrine was back to normal again. However I was
forced to wait until the night when I could get my freedom.
At six o'clock in the evening the spectacle began once again and lasted for a
couple of hours. By that time however the ammonia had got to my skin and the
reaction on my skin became hardly bearable.
About eleven p.m. I made my first attempt to get free. I made an attempt to
lift myself up to the edge of the opening ring to pull myself out of the filth.
Because the latrine's bottom was sharp, and leaning towards the middle, I
couldn't reach the edge, and in my desperation I jumped time and time again
to grab the edge of the hole, in order to pull myself out. Finally the first joint
of my finger got hold of the edge of the ring and my attempt succeeded. As I
was covered in shit, I went to the round washbasin, in the middle of the room
6 x 6 m., which was about 0.75 cm. high. Using the running water, I took my
jacket, and placed it on the floor and started to splash water with both of my
hands over the jacket. Soon after I pulled my trousers off and placed it on my
jacket and started to tramp on it until I felt that I had tramped the shit out of it.
After a last rinse I wrung the water out of my clothes with my hands. Finally I
washed myself, wiped the water off my body, put my clothes on and went out
of the washroom. Without hesitation I went straight to the barrack and knocked
on the superior's window. When he saw me, he started to break out in violence,
waving his fists, and then he threw a blanket at me through the window. It took
him about five minutes to come to the back of the barrack. He grabbed my arm
and dragged me to the hospital. Soon after I had been pushed into a shower,
got a white shirt, a glass of milk and was put to bed.