Postby Waldgänger » 2 years 6 months ago (Sun Nov 08, 2020 11:24 pm)
For me, there was no First Thing. It has been a process that began in humanity and continues in humanity. I must write this as a story, as it affects me very strongly and there are very few people I may tell it to.
When I discovered Antony Beevor's book "Stalingrad" at age 15, my eyes lit up. I was too young to have a fully-formed opinion about the Holocaust narrative or the War. I had started to admire German uniforms and fighting prowess; I had heard the 6 million number; I had seen the infamous photos and reels of naked bodies being bulldozed into pits in camps. Nothing more.
I became a WWII devotee after "Stalingrad". I spent many years learning all about the course of the War in Europe. What intrigued me was the manner in which Beevor highlighted the humanity of the 6. Army. Everything I learned about the War from that time onward was coloured by this fundamental datum: that the men of the 3. Reich were not machines, not "The Hun", nor brainwashed Jerry, Fritz, Heine, Demons, or Evil Itself. They were men. Just men.
The reason this became important is that I avoided studying the Holocaust in-depth until earlier this year. I focused solely on the War as war, as struggle, as heroism. One sees Schindler's List and other such propaganda, of course. One is told to despise; never to be neutral, let alone to admire. One is taught to feel, not to think. Ironically, my strong feeling about these men has been the decisive factor in rejecting the narrative.
The Covid lockdown here gave me time. I discovered CODOH. First, I read the conventional narrative arguments. Then Codoh. Then back-and-forth as different issues arose. I decided to spend some weeks reading everything. I kept returning to one conclusion, as question: do human beings act like this? Can human beings act like this? Even the most barbaric savagery of the Communists, of Rwanda, of Islamic terrorists -- these do not compare to the gas chambers. The industrial efficiency, the "work-a-day", "punch-clock", assembly-line inhumanity, is inconceivable.
This is precisely the problem: the conventional narrative has so dramatised the story that it has become too inhuman. Theatre. Opera. We must have faith that, nearly every day for more than 2.5 years, men could climb onto a roof and impersonally gas 2,000-6,000 people by mere process. The more I read this Spring, the more I thought: "these are real men, not bogeymen or demons? How is this possible?" Even coming from the depths of the neurotic mind that is Jewish culture (which, after all, takes a very dark view of mankind), it seems an unbelievable fantasy.
This is the power of the Holocaust as cautionary tale: either as anti-German bigotry, or as warning to all mankind. "You, too, can become a monster beyond credibility". It is believed because it is unbelievable, they say. But the monsters are so vivid, so fantastical, that they have made a fatal error. No man can be such a monster. Its uniqueness as event exposes its unreality; a work of propaganda about unreal moon-men and ghosts.
A drama film, "Conspiracy", was released in 2001 by HBO, depicting the Wannsee Conference. When I first saw it in perhaps 2008, I was astonished by the detached bureaucratic cruelty of the men. It made sense, in context, that the characters would constantly question how it was possible that this could work. How obfuscating the "evacuation" language was. How Eichmann kept turning towards his stenographer and shaking his head to indicate that a spoken statement should not be recorded. Then, years later, I discovered Codoh and realised: of course these script elements are present. Every one of them is a cope for the fact that the actual Wannsee Conference was a boring non-event and contained nothing juicy or incriminating. This was a turning point also.
Although this process is vague, and not a Moment of Truth, I feel it is realistic to speak this way. My love for what it means to be Man rendered these stories unbelievable. It is a sensus fidelium, not rational. If you want a single dramatic conversion idea, I would say it was the moment I began to realise the impossibility of cremating so many people in the space of 2.5 years, probably. Or, a close second place, learning how plausible Typhus-as-epidemic is to describe so many lost relatives and friends never seen again.
Regardless of moments, CODOH was instrumental.