The Land God Made in Anger. John Davis Gordon

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СКАЧАТЬ found a table in the reference section. The librarian arrived with a pile of books.

      The topmost book was by a Professor du Passani on the constitutional history of South West Africa. McQuade flicked through it. It seemed erudite stuff, more than he needed.

      The next book was written by Adolf Hitler himself, Mein Kampf. McQuade put it aside. The next was a large tome about the Nuremberg Trials. He resolved to read it one day but it seemed hardly relevant to Namibia. However, a chapter had been marked by a pencil line, so he speed-read it. The gist of it was that many people challenged the legality and the morality of the Nuremberg Trials. They were without precedent in history. Before these trials, there was no such crime as ‘crimes against humanity’, a legal concept that was invented only after the war, so it could not legally be applied to deeds perpetrated before its conception. Furthermore, it was argued, the court did not have jurisdiction to hold the trials. Only a sovereign state had such power and the Allied forces were not a sovereign state, only an occupying army: so only the state of Germany itself had the legal power to try these ‘criminals’. Furthermore, was it morally right to hold these ‘criminals’ responsible for obeying orders? McQuade skipped the rest – he had no patience for such arguments. There were photographs, however. A photograph of the principal war criminals in the dock at Nuremberg: Hess, Göring, Dönitz, Ribbentrop, Keitel, Kaltenbrunner, Speer and others.

      Some of the names he knew as legendary villains of the war, others meant nothing to him. It struck him how ordinary these notorious men looked in civilian clothes, stripped of their awesome uniforms. There was a photograph of the gallows, specially built in a gymnasium for the executions. A photograph of the hangman, Master-Sergeant Woods of the United States Army, preparing a noose. A photograph of the bodies after the execution, lying in a long row on top of their coffins: some had blood coming from the eyes and nose. A macabre but interesting detail, McQuade learnt, was that the condemned were not told until a few hours beforehand that their executions were ‘imminent’, so each day they woke up not knowing whether it was to be their last. Furthermore, they were hanged one at a time, so once the executions started, some had a long wait before their turn came. There were photographs of concentration camps, the likes of which he had seen before, shocking pictures of emaciated people behind barbed wire, trainloads of Jews lined up on railway platforms outside concentration camps undergoing selection by SS doctors for the gas chambers and slave labour, crematoria chimneys belching smoke, emaciated corpses filling open graves.

      It was shocking, but it was distant history to McQuade and had nothing to do with the modern Germans whom he knew and liked – except for what he had seen three nights ago on the Schmidt ranch on Hitler’s birthday, and what Jakob had told him about the harbour at Lüderitz. If Jakob’s story was true, the Second World War was not the first time the Germans had used slave labour.

      The next book was a pictorial history of Hitler’s rise to power. It was vaguely familiar stuff. The goose-stepping armies on parade, the gleaming jackboots, the square helmets, the phalanxes of trucks, the armadas of battleships, the skies dark with Messerschmitts with the cross emblazoned on their wings. Here were the swastikas, flying, draped dramatically on walls, and the massive crowds, right arms out rigid in the Heil Hitler salute – you could almost hear the roar coming up out of the pages. McQuade had seen such pictures before and he would not have spent time on them now, but for what he had seen on the Schmidt ranch.

      God, the whole thing gave him the creeps. He thrust the book aside and picked up the last one.

      It was called The Hoax of the Twentieth Century, by Arthur Butz. McQuade stared. These were Helga’s words three nights ago when he had said that Hitler had murdered six million Jews. ‘The hoax of the twentieth century!’ she had shrieked before she hit him. McQuade turned to the back cover. The publisher’s blurb read:

      Dr Butz gives the reader a graduate course on the subject of the Jews of World War II Europe – concluding not only that they were not virtually wiped out; but, what’s more, that no evidence exists to date to confirm that there was ever any Hitler government attempt to do so … He focuses on the post-war crimes trials where the prosecution ‘evidence’ was falsified and secured by coercion and even torture. He re-examines the very German records so long misrepresented; he critiques the European demographics which do not allow for the loss of the ‘Six Million’; he reevaluates the concept and technical feasibility of the ‘gas chambers’ with some startling conclusions, and separates the cold facts from the sheer tonnage of myth and propaganda …

      McQuade thought, God … This was what Helga, an educated woman, believed? He flicked open the book. Many passages had been underlined. He speed-read a page which had been flagged:

      The thesis of this book has been proved conclusively. The Jews of Europe were not exterminated and there was no German attempt to exterminate them … The Jews of Europe suffered during the war by being deported to the East, by having had much of their property confiscated and, more importantly, by suffering cruelly in the circumstances surrounding Germany’s defeat. There may even have been a million dead.

      Everybody in Europe suffered during the war. The people who suffered most were the losers, the Germans and Austrians, who lost 10 million dead due to military casualties, Allied bombings, the Russian terror at the end of the war, Russian and French labour conscriptions of POWs after the war, Polish and other expulsions from their homelands, under the most brutal conditions, and the vengeful occupation policies of 1945–1948.

      The ‘gas chambers’ were wartime propaganda fantasies … The factual basis of these ridiculous charges was nailed with perfect accuracy by Heinrich Himmler, in an interview with a representative of the World Jewish Congress just a few weeks before the end of the war: ‘In order to put a stop to epidemics we were forced to burn the bodies of incalculable numbers of people who had been destroyed by disease. We were therefore forced to build crematoria, and on this account they are knotting a noose for us.’

      It is most unfortunate that Himmler was a ‘suicide’ while in British captivity since, had he been a defendant at the Nuremberg Trials … he would have told the true story … But then, you see, it was not within the bounds of political possibility that Himmler live to talk at the Nuremberg Trials …

      The author went on to describe ‘holocaust’ literature as ‘supreme examples of total delusion and foolishness and will be referenced only in connection with the great hoaxes of history’.

      McQuade soberly went back to the librarians’ counter with the books. ‘I’d like to take this one out please. On the constitutional history of South West Africa.’

      The librarian said, ‘Another book has just come back. Do you know it?’ She held it out.

      It was called For Volk and Führer. ‘No.’

      ‘Take it also, it is a true story about South Africa during the war.’

      Swakopmund is a friendly town. The Sam Cohen librarian gave him a charming smile. ‘Ah so, the Englishman! The public library telephoned me and I have prepared a pile of books on German history in South West.’

      The books stood on a polished table. ‘Thank you. May I take them home?’

      ‘Nein, but you can read them here as much as you like.’

      ‘Thank you. I’m also particularly interested in Swakopmund during the war period.’ McQuade waved his hand. ‘How many doctors there were.’ He tried to say it casually: ‘For example, can you tell me how many dentists there were in Swakopmund in 1945?’

      ‘Yes. One. Doctor Wessels.’

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