In September 1989, in France, a "normal and natural" assault against a revisionist

Today is September 26, 2018. Ten days ago I forgot to recall that we were “celebrating” the 29th anniversary of an assault of which I, when aged sixty, was the target in a park in Vichy. My sixth assault.

Up to now I have suffered only ten assaults: two in Vichy, two in Lyon, four in Paris and two in Stockholm.

That sixth is the one that has had and, still today, continues to have the most harrowing after-effects. Indeed, much later on, at the age of about 85, I began to suffer dreadful, piercing pain due to facial nerve damage – more precisely, damage to the trigeminal nerve. This can be palliated with either Tegretol or Pregabalin (Lyrica). Look them up.*

On learning my name the next day, my “saviour” – without whose intervention I think I’d have died – said he regretted having saved my life. The statement I gave to the police included the full name of the man who’d mounted the ambush. Two years previously he had assaulted me with body punches at the Sporting Club in Vichy, “professionally” looking to strike right at my heart and do harm there: no blows to the face, all aimed at the heart. Several days later, before the spectacle of my black-and-blue chest, a cardiologist of African origin exclaimed: “Yourrr boy, he waaaz a bomberrrr!”

On September 16, 1989 my attacker delegated three of his comrades to settle things with me. When questioned by the police as to his whereabouts on the day of the assault, he told them he’d been in Paris … at a masked ball and therefore could only give one name, that of his host there. The examining magistrate in charge of the case was careful not to call me in for an interview: she was to summon me only once, and then only to inform me that the investigation was closed. At his end, “Nazi hunter” Serge Klarsfeld acted as the media world’s spokesman and commented on the attempted assassination as follows:

What could be more normal? It’s regrettable, but normal and natural (Le Monde, September 19, 1989, p. 14).

It’s understood. Faurisson is hatred and lies whereas those who give him chase are inspired by love for humanity and devotion to the truth. He’s not even a professor. He’s never published anything – as he himself admits. He used to try to defenestrate his pupils at the Vichy lycée for girls. He’s a professional liar, a falsifier, a forger of history, a hard-headed liar, a gangster of history. There’s no point in trying to prove these accusations – it’s all patently obvious.

Remember also the declaration of the 34 historians in Le Monde of February 21, 1979 on the subject of the Jews “extermination” (sic): “One must not ask oneself how, technically, such a mass-murder was possible. It was technically possible, since it happened” By Jove!

September 26, 2018

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 * Trigeminal neuralgia is a chronic pain condition that affects the trigeminal nerve, which carries sensation from the face to the brain. For someone with trigeminal neuralgia, even mild stimulation of the face — such as from brushing teeth or putting on makeup — may trigger a jolt of excruciating pain (source: Wikipedia).

Bibi Netanyahu takes up my challenge!

For nearly 55 years I have been repeating: “Show me or draw me a Nazi gas chamber.”

   The first time must have been in about 1961, during my first visit, in Paris, to the Centre de documentation juive contemporaine (“centre of contemporary Jewish documentation” – CDJC). I insisted. I wanted to obtain a physical and technical representation of that chamber of magical powers, that is, a photo or a technical drawing of the prodigious weapon of mass destruction that had come out of who knows where?, since no document attested to its creation or functioning.

   In the course of preparing or holding a hundred or a thousand trials of “Nazis” or “collaborators” accused of having directly or indirectly “sent the Jews to the gas chambers”, the justice officials have been satisfied with testimony regarding those chambers and, in utter contempt of judicial standards and practices, have ordered no forensic investigations to enable a study of 1) the scene of the crime, 2) the weapon par excellence of that exceptional crime, 3) the functioning of the weapon, 4) the victims’ bodies. Only one exception to this general absence of forensic investigation is known, but it proved totally negative and its example appears to have deterred any authority from having the technical and forensic police services do what they are necessarily ordered to do in a case of murder or even suicide. This exception is that of Struthof, with which I have dealt so often, and the forensic examination by Professor René Fabre, a toxicologist and dean of the pharmacy faculty of the University of Paris. Dated December 1, 1945, his study, which has vanished but to whose findings I discovered, in 1980, an official reference, is unequivocal in its conclusion: not a trace of HCN (hydrogen cyanide) was detected either in the alleged homicidal gas chamber left intact by the Germans, or in the exhaust stack, or in the blood or viscera of the purported “gassing” victims, remains which had been carefully stored and left, as well, by the Germans, who took their time in leaving the Struthof camp in 1944.

   A minor point: never has any of the specialists whom I question on the subject told me: “But it’s very simple: go see the Struthof gas chamber or the Auschwitz-I gas chamber [which millions of pilgrims converted to the new religion, willingly or not, have visited] or the one(s) at Majdanek!”. The sceptic is not advised to go see up close something that risks producing an untoward strengthening of his scepticism. Sometimes my insistence on getting an answer has earned me threats of blows, or a ban on returning to the place of my inquiry.

   But all sorts of things happen. A great figure of Jewish humanism, Bibi Netanyahu in person, has finally answered me (see the photo below). Don’t get the idea that the insolent montage’s creator has overdone it. His Bibi is only using an old recipe here: armed with chutzpah and threats in his mouth, he’s compelling you, on pain of reprisals, to believe a big lie. Remember the solemn declaration that, in 1979, 34 French historians, including the prestigious Fernand Braudel, made to me: “One must not ask oneself how, technically, such a mass-murder was possible. It was technically possible, since it happened” (Le Monde, oblique daily, February 21, 1979, p. 23).

April 28, 2015