Jazz gave me the most fascinating article today. It was about this pair of thirteen-year-old twins who live in Bakersfield, California. They makeup this band called Prussian Blue, which is currently recording its second album. Their names are Lynx and Lamb. First of all, who names their children Lynx and Lamb? What is that person on? But that’s beside the point. The point is, Lynx and Lamb are white supremacists, and most of Prussian Blue’s songs are about white supremacy.
Now Jazz and I both realize that thirteen-year-olds do not come up with these ideas on their own (particularly if they grow up in a place like Bakersfield, which is not exactly devoid of cultural diversity). Someone is feeding it to them. And in the case of Lynx and Lamb, as evidenced by the article, that someone is their mother, April.
She oozes hate. The kind of person who’d lead the KKK. It makes you wonder what happened to her. Why does she hate these people so much? And anti-Semitic? That label doesn’t even come close to what she is. The irony is that the man who interviewed her and her daughters is Jewish. April helpfully suggested he might like living in Tel-Aviv better than America.
April also believes that the Holocaust has been blown out of proportion, and that Hitler not only had the right idea, but was actually a pretty decent guy who’s just been “vilified”. “The Germans just wanted Germany for the Germans,” she says. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” I’m part Polish. My relatives lived on a farm during WWII (some still do, actually). Nazi soldiers moved in with them, slept in their beds, ate their food. What did the Hitler want Poland for? Not the Poles. And what about Belgium? And France? What did he want them for?
And the Holocaust blown out of proportion? Does she even know? Have you ever seen it? I want to ask her. Have you ever seen the bodies littering the floors of the gas chambers? Have you looked at the emaciated bodies? Have you heard the voices of the survivors recounting the endless horrors they suffered? Have you seen the films of the beautiful, innocent families marching unknowingly to their doom? And here I’m only speaking of the Museum of Tolerance. At Auschwitz and Birkenau you find the true meaning of horror.
A display of over 15,000 pounds of human hair, cut from the heads of the women before they were sent into the gas chambers. Piles of shoes, brushes, and other personal belongings the Nazis stripped from their prisoners. A room hardly big enough to stand in, blanketed in darkness, where a single man would be sent to be punished, often to die of starvation. A wall scarred from bullets the firing squad had meant to aim at their victims. A large, empty chamber with holes in its walls from the fake showerheads that used to be attached to them, and large openings in its ceiling where the Nazis dropped poison gas on the heads of their doomed prisoners. A giant furnace where they burned the bodies. A trench where they dumped the ashes, and where, on some summer days, you can still, nearly seventy years later, see bits of the ash and bones. Miles of open, burned ground, the monotony of the view broken only by charred brick fireplaces, the only remains of the camp the Nazis burned before abandoning it. Pictures of innocent children, mutilated by the experiments the Nazis performed on them; many blinded from the acid that was poured in their eyes in an attempt to make them blue – as if sightless blue eyes would be preferable to seeing brown ones.
I could go on, but it’s becoming hard the think about – as it should be. But see all that, and then tell me the Holocaust was blown out of proportion. See all that and then tell me that Hitler has been vilified and misunderstood.
Now you can deny that the Holocaust ever happened – which takes faith many religions would envy – or you can admit it was a horrifying atrocity against mankind. But let us have none of this patronizing nonsense that Hitler and the Nazis committed this crime, yet were good at heart and simply misunderstood. They never gave us that option.