Upon entry of the lavish facility I and my fellow visitors, the majority of whom (even the apparent goyim) wore yamikas, were corralled to a very well planned waiting area from whence we had a clear vista of the marble-pillared and gold-trimmed foyer. Hasidic and Orthodox Mitzvah-ready boys were seen striding the corridors in droves.
Our Guide then appeared with a glassy Eastern stare, locks dangling. He briefed our
little troop of Pilgrims on the assured sanctity of the hallowed memorial which we were about to enter and we were informed that anyone not demonstrating the appropriate degree of humility would be removed. Thus began our tour.
We wound our way through the maze of altar-monuments to what we were told were historically afflicted minorities: American Indians, Aborigines, Negroes, Witches, Pagans, Homosexuals and of course, the Jew.
What began as an intermittence of baleful sighs amid our group built as the tour progressed to a crescendo of sobs and penitent prayers. Of course the greatest visitation was saved for last—all other atrocities are portrayed as paling in comparison to that great crime of the twentieth century—the Holocaust. It is presented as the capstone and zenith of human barbarity, in the shadow of which, all other acts of oppression are weighed and measured.
We were well and solemnly lectured on the unique wickedness of Western Man, which is to say, European Christendom. I bit my tongue, awaiting the promised question and answer period. All the other Whites wept with downcast eyes.
There in the sacrarum of White guilt these Pilgrims, Jew and Christian alike in the sin of Jeroboam, genuflected before the holy relics.
…but the day was not yet over; we were then ushered into a small auditorium with a consortium of young scholars aspiring to the Rabbinate to hear the first hand account of a pair of Holocaust Survivors: The Husband and Wife duo had been rescued from the same concentration camp (the name of which escapes me) by the Allied Forces at the close of the war.
The old man was the primary speaker but his wife would occasionally echo his words in shrill screams as if to underscore the importance of one point or another. The man spoke of the misery inflicted upon him and his family prior to the war by the Nazis’ forbiddance of charging exorbitant interest in his father’s deferred payment jewelry sales. He also spoke of how his family prayed for the victory of “Stalin’s glorious Red Army”.
But mostly the man waxed polemic in his comparisons of the Jews to the German people. He unabashedly declared that the Jew be the moral, intellectual and spiritual superior to all other creatures and as such, the inheritor and rightful possessor of all things. If nothing else, he wanted to impress upon his audience the rationale that under the circumstance of his peoples’ obvious superiority that the notion of the German Superman was the greatest affront imaginable. “Zis” he said, “dobbles zer guilt!” His enrapt audience looked on nodding in agreement.
Though I felt some compunction about upbraiding a much older man, his hypocritical venom could not go unchallenged. I raised my hand as those around me raised eyebrows. I asked simply how he condemned the notion of the German Superman with such moral adamancy while simultaneously promoting the notion of the Jewish Superman (?). He sneered back at me in disgust as hushed chatter filled the room. The only word which I was able to discern in the murmur was “Nazi”.
He replied, “Ze Jews are nossing like ze Germans! Ze Germans are killers een zer blut!” And staring hard into my very Germanic eyes he screamed, “Ze Germans are monsters—every von off zem must be viped out! It dossent matter if zey are children—zey vill only grow op to be monsters like ze rest!” Then he composed himself a bit and concluded coolly with, “History has taught us zat ve must never allow ze Germans to rise again. No matter ver zey are een ze vorld, zey must be viped out.” His wife was by this point screaming incoherently and no one in the auditorium was the least bit phased by anything the genocidal Jew had said.
As I was being escorted from the building he received a standing ovation.
Yikes!
That “survivor’s” rant was more than frightening. The threat contained in it makes me want to hide in a closet somewhere until the threat is gone. Oh, wait, the threat won’t be gone…
Your courage, however, is amazing. Ask a simple question, get a genocidal rant in return.
What really bothers me is how many of our government schools require, and I do mean require, that students take a field trip to one of the Holocaust Museums.
Ain’t indoctrination grand?
God bless,
Laurel
You’re right on the money Laurel– the idea that our own govt. would require, or even allow for that matter, children to be exposed to such anti-Caucasian mania is revolting.
Even worse perhaps is the approval of such things by many White “Christian” parents. Really, I’ve relayed my experience at the Museum of Intolerance to more than a few White parents but their eyes generally glaze over once they perceive your disapproval of a ‘Survivor’s’ perspective. The JUDEO admixture in their Judeo-Christianity makes them vassals of Caiaphas rather than Christ.
Our school does not require it, but arranges for it as a field trip that students can opt out of if desired. So far I have managed to avoid being included as a chaperone. I’d probably blurt something really, really damaging to what passes for a career these days.
The emphasis on what Christianity supposedly has in continuity with Judaism has been devastating to the Church, and certainly to the intellect of those parents you mentioned.
God bless,
Laurel