HAROLD COVINGTON’S PERSONAL STATEMENT ON THE “HOLOCAUST”

Transcribed from Radio Free Northwest (RFN) podcast #22, dated 24 June 2010, occupying roughly the first third of the broadcast.

At about 3,500 words, it’s probably the best short treatment on the subject, at least on a personal and anecdotal, rather than academic, basis. As usual, Harold said it best:

Normally I don’t respond to emails from hecklers and antis, but I’m going to make an exception in this case. I got an email off my personal Thoughtcrime blog from some idiot, most likely a gentile idiot, who was all upset about one of the posts on there that questioned or denied the so-called “Holocaust”. I figured this to be a gentile idiot because Jews generally respond to Holocaust revisionism either with violence or with a long string of nothing but obscenities and abuse. But this person seemed genuinely upset and horrified that anyone could possibly doubt the whole Auschwitz shpritz. He or she writes [he read this mockingly]: “I don’t understand how you can deny the horrors of Hitler’s genocide of the Jews during the Second World War. You can’t deny historical fact.” Well yes, as a matter of fact I can when it’s written by liars. And that about sums it up. I know the “Holocaust” is a hoax, not so much because all the facts are wompy-jawed, and so many of the allegations are demonstrably false, not so much because many of the photographs are either ambiguous or mislabeled, not because the confessions were extracted under torture and are therefore worthless, not because the science and the statistics don’t add up, not because the Auschwitz gas chamber has a skylight in it and not because the whole story simply doesn’t make sense. I know it’s a fraud because I am familiar with the character of the people who won the Second World War. They were men utterly devoid of character, integrity, honesty or decency, and their word on anything is utterly unworthy of belief. If Winston Churchill or Franklin Delano Roosevelt were to tell me the sun was shining outside, I’d take an umbrella when I left the house, never mind Joseph Stalin. All three of these men were pathological liars and criminals, and in any just world it would have been them who stood in the dock for their crimes against humanity, such as the real Holocaust at Dresden, the sinking of the Wilhelm Gustloff, the systematic murder of German prisoners of war and every other known atrocity under the sun. One of the reasons I was first attracted to National Socialism as a child was that when I realized how completely wrong things are in this society. At a very early age, I figured that anyone the rulers of this mess hated as much as they hated Adolf Hitler must have something going for him, something I needed to learn about and understand.

If I were to sit here and go into a long discussion about all the evidence that indicates that the so-called “Holocaust” is a hoax, this podcast would be ten hours long and I still couldn’t cover it all. I’ve been trying to figure out some brief and simple way for me to convey my absolute certainty to you folks that it’s a fake, without wandering off in a long digression about population statistics and the chemistry of hydrocyanic gas and so forth. And the best way I can think of to do this is to tell you that I trust the people who were there, and not the Jewish media. You see, in my 40 years of activism I have had the privilege of meeting and talking with many people who were veterans of the Second World War on both sides, military and civilian, starting with my own parents, so I’m actually somewhat closer to it all than some of the younger generation. A lot of you younger people listening to this probably never knew the World War Two generation except as dottering, really old people. I was born only eight years after the war ended, and when I grew up every adult around me had lived through that time and had a fund of stories to tell. Also, after I joined the old party in 1972, I began to have access to members of the World War Two generation from the other side – German war veterans and civilians who had lived through such real horrors as the Allied carpet bombings of German cities. I always made it a habit to talk to old people whenever I could in order to pump them of their experiences. One of the things I remember most about the 1970s, for example, is meeting a very old man in a laundromat one Sunday morning in spring who described to me hearing a lot of bells ringing as a child in London, and being told by his mother that they were ringing for Queen Victoria who had just died. It gave me a brief moment of personal connection with that time and place, and that’s the type of life experience I’ve always sought. Yeah, that’s the kind of thing I did when I was younger instead of disco.

Another example of one of the people I knew as a young man included an American soldier, a D-Day veteran who also went into Dachau. I asked him about the gas chambers and the lampshades and whatnot, and he said, “Well, yeah, those poor people were in bad shape, they were very hungry and they were very sick, but no, I never saw any gas chambers or anything like that.” This was back in the days when the “Holocaust” myth was first getting started on a serious basis and the official version still claimed that there were gas chambers at Dachau. Later on, the Jews running the Shoah Business realized that Dachau was in West Germany and that too many U.S. servicemen had loose lips. So that claim vanished and the so-called gas chambers just happened to be on the communist side of the Iron Curtain from then on. See, one of the things you need to remember is that when I was growing up the “Holocaust” wasn’t really the big huge deal it is today. Today the “Holocaust” is a thriving, multi-billion dollar industry, but it wasn’t always so. Sure, there were concentration camp stories, but they were generally just tacked on to the ends of books and films about the war, a few pictures of skinny people in striped suits leaning on a strand of barbed wire, and that was about it. The industry didn’t really start hitting its stride until the mid-1970s when the World War Two generation began to die off or get carted away to the old folks’ home, and the Jews had a whole new generation of Baby Boomers whose brains they could wash squeaky clean and fill with all these ridiculous lies.

When I was a kid, we had TV shows like Combat! and The Gallant Men and we had some movies like The Longest Day and The Battle of the Bulge. When I was a teenager there was the movie Patton and our parents usually had some stories about the war. But up until 1978 when the movie Holocaust hit, the concentration camps were a very minor part of the whole narrative and there just wasn’t this big huge obsession with it all that there is today. I think there’s several reasons for this. One reason might be precisely because in the first 30 years after the war there were so many people around who still remembered what actually happened, and it was a lot harder to slip some of these more grotesque “Holocaust” lies past people. Also, up until the mid-1970s the state of “Israel” was winning all its wars. The West Bank and Gaza were quiet and the settlements were just getting started and the Zionists figured in a few more years they’d have the Holy Land ethnically cleansed of Arabs. “Holocaust” exploitation didn’t really start becoming a major industry until “Israel” started to get bogged down in the 1970s and they started needing all those billions of German marks and then euros in so-called “Holocaust reparations”, i.e., shakedown money.

Anyway, I think in my lifetime I’ve met, known and spoken with maybe as many as a hundred Germans and other people who fought or lived on the other side during the Second World War, including Eastern Europeans and South Africans, and that privilege has given me a priceless insight into what actually happened. During all my conversations and contact among people of that generation and on both sides, I never met anyone who was actually there who expressed anything other than love and respect for the Führer Adolf Hitler. I never met anyone who had anything but good memories of the pre-war Third Reich, and I never met anyone who had any personal knowledge of anything remotely resembling the “Holocaust”. Now, to be sure I did know one guy who had a personal encounter with the GeStaPo once, and that’s actually kind of a funny story. Now, this happened in 1938 about the time of the Munich crisis and this old German guy I knew was at that time a young man of about 19 years old. He was living in Berlin, he had a good job and he’d just been able to actually purchase his first automobile, which in 1938 was very much a luxury item in most of Europe. So he does what most young men do when they acquire a new car: he takes his favorite fräulein out for a spin. One night in Berlin he takes his girlfriend out to dinner and a show, and then at about 2 in the morning or so they’re coming home and like young motorized couples the world over do, the young man pulls off on a side street in this nice, leafy residential suburb and he parks the car on the street. So he and his girl are sitting in the car, presumably hugging and smooching away and all of a sudden he hears tap-tap-tap on his window. He looks up and there under the streetlight he sees this guy in a trench coat and a fedora standing in the street pointing a Walther PPK at him, and he looks over and there’s another similar individual doing the same thing on the other side of the vehicle. He rolls down his window and the guy gestures with his gun and says, “get out of the car, both of you.” And then the couple get out, and the men flash their IDs at them, the Geheime Staats Polizei and they say “we’re detaining you for questioning under article so-and-so and section such-and-such of the criminal code; come with us.” One man takes the young man’s car and the girl and the other puts the young man in a Mercedes and they drive them downtown to the Potsdamer Platz or wherever the GeStaPo headquarters was (I forget), and they put the two of them in separate rooms. One of the GeStaPo men comes in and asks a bunch of questions, y’know, “What’s your name, what’s your address, how long have you lived there, where do you work, who was the young lady who was with you tonight, what have you been doing,” etc. etc. Pretty much routine, no beating, no torture, no “vee haff vays of making you talk”, none of that crap. They won’t give the guy any answers as to why he and his girl have been picked up, but given the reputation the GeStaPo had he didn’t press it. Finally, about dawn they bring him and the girl back out into the lobby. The head man says, “OK, we checked you out, we looked up your boss and your parents so we know that you are who you say you are. Your car is out front and you’re free to go, but let me give you kids a little advice: the next time you want to find a place to park and make out, don’t do it in front of Reichsführer Himmler’s house!”

What I find interesting about that story is that apparently Himmler was living in an ordinary residential neighborhood just like everybody else. OK, obviously he had a guard detail with him and somebody must have looked out the curtains and seen this strange car parked in front of the house, but still, contrast this to the way our big-knobs today live in fortified compounds and gated communities in high-security condos with closed-circuit cameras and armed private security patrols. And what the GeStaPo men did was nothing worse and a lot better than most Secret Service interrogations, and a lot better than your average FBI or ATF bust where Obama’s goons threaten your family and threaten you with beatings and homosexual rape by nigger prisoners and that kind of thing.

I’ve always found it very interesting that some Air Force colonel who was held as a prisoner of war in both World War Two and the Vietnam War, when asked which set of captors treated him better, always said that it was the Germans, hands down, that the German Nazis treated him with respect and never abused him, while the communist gooks in Hanoi starved him and tortured him in a tiger cage.

Anyway, getting back to the so-called “Holocaust”: Another veteran of that time that I was privileged to meet was in Chicago’s Marquette Park neighborhood in 1980, when I took over what was left of the NSPA after the shambles Frank Collin had left it in. Marquette Park at that time was the largest Lithuanian population enclave outside of Lithuania itself. One of the Chicago comrades was taking me around the neighborhood bars, introducing me to various people, and among them was a former Lithuanian SS man. I knew that he was telling me the truth because he took off his shirt and showed me his tattoo (in lieu of dog tags SS men had their blood type tattooed under their armpits.) Anyway, I’m talking to this old Litvak guy in a bar there in Marquette Park and he was telling me some of the things he had been through on the Eastern front. His unit had fought all the way back to Germany and he had ended up being able to surrender to the British instead of the Russians, which was very fortunate for him. From there he was able to somehow avoid getting repatriated to Soviet territory and also he was able to talk his way into some kind of post-war labor detail in Britain and then into immigration to America, where like most Lithuanian immigrants he ended up in Marquette Park. After about the third St. Pauli Girl [a brand of beer] I asked him, “look, I’m a National Socialist, and I’m not going to judge you or turn you in to the OSI or any nonsense like that. I’ve always wanted to ask a guy who was actually there: What was it really like on the Eastern front regarding this Jew “Holocaust” thing? Were you guys really rounding up Jews and sending them on cattle cars back to Auschwitz, and were you machine gunning thousands of Jews and burying them in big pits? The result was a very interesting conversation which I would give my right arm to have somehow recorded on video or even just a cassette tape. Because, the old SS vet was telling it like it was, possibly for the first time since he ever came to America. Now, I won’t attempt to reconstruct his accent; and the best I can do here is kind of encapsulate in a couple of paragraphs a meandering conversation that took several hours, not to mention became increasingly drunk and all over the place, but the upshot of what this old Lithuanian SS man had to say was as follows: He said, “look, the thing you have to realize is that the Eastern front was all about railroads. To make a long story short, in those days there were essentially two main railroads going to and from the Soviet Union into Eastern Europe, one that ran from Germany through Poland and up through Leningrad and on towards Moscow, and one running through Austria and Romania that went into the Ukraine. The Russians used a different gauge of railroad track than the rest of Europe, and so there were always these big huge bottlenecks at the border where all the passengers and the freight going out of the way had to be transferred to different railroad cars on the other side; it was an awful mess. We needed every square inch of rolling stock we had to transport men and supplies forward to the front and evacuate the wounded back westward towards Germany as well as ship back various natural resources: minerals, timber and oil and whatnot that we were basically looting from Russia. There is no way that we could have afforded to load up millions of Jews and ship them to Auschwitz or anywhere else. There were never any orders for us to do any such thing, and even if we had gotten such orders there’s very little way we could have carried them out.” Now, this isn’t actually me, this is him talking to me now. He tells me, “you see, we didn’t actually catch very many Jews. The Jews were all members and supporters of the Communist Party and when they heard the Germans and the SS were coming they got the hell out of Dodge fast. My unit was a member of what was called an Einsatzgruppe, an action group, and we were later accused of killing a lot of Jews, but that wasn’t what we were there for. We were mobile anti-partisan units moving up and down the rail lines, and our mission was to keep those crucial rail lines open. Most of the Jews we did catch were members of partisan groups, and these were interrogated in the field, and either sent up to divisional headquarters for further interrogation or else, yeah, they were taken out behind the nearest barn and disposed of. But as far as some big huge plan emanating from Berlin, to round up all Jews and kill them or ship them back to Germany, no. Now, this old guy told me, more or less, quote-unquote, “I fought through four years of war as a soldier and then as an officer, and I never saw any sign of anything like that. And like I said, it wouldn’t have been feasible in any case.” I believe that old man who was at the end of his life speaking to someone he trusted and who had no reason to lie. I do not believe the Jews of Hollywood. To be fair, he also told me, yes, there was some Jew-killing going on, in the early part of the war in Lithuania. You have to remember that in 1940, Stalin invaded and conquered Lithuania, and so we had about a year of communist rule before the Germans came in 1941, and they were greeted as genuine liberators, which they were, and many young men such as myself joined the German military to fight against the communists and make sure that they never returned. When the Russians marched in, the local Jews were all communists or else they supported the Soviet occupation in various ways, and many of the commissars were Jews, and they had committed all kinds of atrocities and oppression against the local population, so when the Germans marched in and liberated us in 1941, most of the Jews fled. But yeah, some Jews who were dumb enough to stay and got caught got chased down the street by mobs and strung up to lampposts. But that wasn’t Nazis doing that, it was the local Lithuanian inhabitants who had just come through a year of communist rule at the hands of these kikes, and they were getting their own back.

So, getting back to my denying the “Holocaust”: yes, I most certainly do because I have spoken to people who were there and I believe them and not Jew “historians”.