| Excerpts from The New Yorker, February 1,
1999, relating to the new film
on Fred Leuchter made by controversial US film
maker Errol Morris. Endotes [] will be found at the
foot of this page. |
Mark Singer on Fred Leuchter:
"The Friendly
Executioner." [...] In late February, 1938, [Fred]
Leuchter went to Poland, bankrolled by
Zündel and accompanied not only by his new
bride, Carolyn, but also by a draftsman, a
video-camera operator, and a translator. Their
itinerary included a four-day inspection tour of
Auschwitz-Birkenau,
and, in addition, a day at Majdanek, the former
concentration camp near Lublin. (Morris, who
followed Leuchter's journey ten years later,
briefly toyed with calling his film "Honeymoon in
Auschwitz") This undertaking was expensive -- it
cost thirty-seven thousand dollars -- but within a
few weeks Zündel reaped the yield from his
investment[1] in the form of a twenty-page
document that eventually acquired near-Biblical
stature among devout negationists. |
The
bottom line of "The Leuchter Report" -- sorry, no
gas chambers at Auschwitz -- rested upon the
observation that there was no ventilation or
exhaust equipment or gasketed seals, or even
hydrogen-cyanide residue, amid the weathered ruins
of the crematoria.[2] ("I don't think the German S.S. had a death
wish," Leuchter says in "Mr. Death," paraphrasing
his inductive reasoning.) In Leuchter's jargon, the
assembly line for the crime of the century is
referred to only as "the alleged German execution
gas chambers." "The Leuchter Report" avers of Krema
[crematorium] I at Auschwitz, "it would be
sheer suicide to attempt to utilize this morgue as
an execution gas chamber. The results would be an
explosion or leaks gassing the entire camp." At a
number of sites within Birkenau -- most notably,
the imploded, cavelike interior of Krema II and a
building where Zyklon B, which was a trade name for
the most convenient source of hydrogen cyanide, had
been used to delouse inmates' clothing -- Leuchter
did something utterly appalling.[3]
Auschwitz-Birkenau is now a museum and every day
pilgrims to the crematoria recite memorial prayers
and leave behind lighted candles and tiny wooden
tablets inscribed with the names of Holocaust
victims. This did not deter Leuchter from hacking
away wherever he pleased with a hammer and a
chisel. The video camera recorded his labors.
Sometimes wearing a surgical mask and sometimes
not, he gouged a wail here and a ceiling there,
sealed the dislodged fragments in plastic bags, and
offered a simultaneous narration that sounded like
a parody of the old "Mr. Wizard" kids-television
program. When it came time to leave the country, he
wrapped these souvenirs in his dirty laundry and
concealed them in his luggage. Back home, Leuchter delivered his plunder to a
laboratory in Ashland, Massachusetts, and there a
chemist named Jim Roth, unaware of the
origin of the material,[4] performed an
analysis that found a significant level of cyanide
in fragments removed from the delousing building
but negligible or no traces in the specimens from
the crematoria -- proof, according to Leuchter's
logic, that the mourners at Auschwitz have come to
the wrong place. The most concise explanation to
counter Leuchter's conclusion is that a much higher
concentration of Zyklon B is required to kill lice
than to kill human beings, and that the delousing
building had remained intact while the crematoria,
which were dismantled and dynamited by the Germans
(or, in one case, by insurrectionist inmates)
before the camp was liberated by the Allied
forces,[5] had been exposed to the elements
for forty -- three years before Leuchter came
along. Nevertheless, Leuchter did much to reinforce
a maxim favored by negationists: "Only lice were
gassed in Auschwitz" -- a slur that echoed, not
coincidentally, Hitler's characterization of Jews
as a plague of vermin. | [...] For a couple of years after the report's
publication, Leuchter himself didn't seem to be
doing badly. His execution-equipment business
continued. He rebuilt Tennessee's electric chair
and was retained as a consultant by the State of
Florida after a bungled electrocution caused a
condemned man's head to catch fire. And by now he
had a legion of grateful admirers, whom he perhaps
thought of as friends -- members of the
Holocaust-denial, mob. Zündel, tantalized by
the possibility of a series of sequels to "The
Leuchter Reports" sent him in 1989 on a tour of
Dachau and other sites in Germany and Austria,
during which he was joined by Faurisson and other
prominent negationists. He was embraced by the loathsome British
historian David Irving -- described by
Ron Rosenbaum, in his book
"Explaining Hitler," as the Führer's "chief
postwar defender" -- who extolled the "gruesomely
expert author" of "The Leuchter Report" and
labelled its results "shattering" and "truly
astounding."[6] Unavoidably, Leuchter became a target of Jewish
activists,
and it was only a matter of time before prison
wardens stopped hiring him. In Massachusetts, he
was prosecuted and threatened with jail for
practicing engineering without a
license.[7] In 1992, he went to Germany,
again to testify on Zündel's behalf
(Zündel had been charged with violating
Germany's Holocaust-denial stature after organizing
an International Leuchter-Kongress in Munich);
while there, he, too, made what the authorities
deemed a Holocaust-denial speech. The next year,
Leuchter was again lured to Germany, ostensibly to
appear on television to talk about electrocution,
but he was arrested
the day he arrived and charged with "slander of the
murdered Jews." He spent six and a half weeks in
prison before he was finally bailed out by
Zündel, and a trial was scheduled for 1994, He
has never returned to Germany. Also, in 1994 his
marriage came unravelled, whereupon he moved to
California and, for a long while, as far as Morris
was concerned, simply vanished. [...] Morris's schedule called for two full weeks of
shooting [at Auschwitz-Birkenau]. He
planned to photograph blueprints and other
documents in the Auschwitz museum archives -- to
introduce explicit references to the existence of
the gas chambers (and to the inadequacy of
Leuchter's argument).[8] And he would
interview a Dutch-born historian, Robert Jan van
Pelt, an authority on the camp's genealogy and
evolution into a death factory and the co-author of
a book entitled "Auschwitz: 1270 to the Present,"
published in 1996. That
first afternoon, van Pelt and I walked along a path
parallel to railroad tracks that entered the main
gate of Birkenau and terminated half a mite later.
On our right was a perimeter of barbed wire, and,
beyond that, twenty wooden barracks, which gave way
to an endless gridwork of brick chimneys -- a
ghostscape that remained wherever the barracks had
come down. On our left was another border of barbed
wire, then brick barracks, and in the distance, the
Carpathian Mountains. At last, we reached a
crossroads, the spot at which trains dispatched
from all over Europe by Adolf Eichmann had
been halted and new arrivals were lined up --
mothers, children, and the elderly here,
able-bodied men and women there. This was where the
infamous "selections" had taken place, where the
S.S. literally expropriated the divine prerogative:
deciding who shall live and who shall die. From
this nexus, at the height of the gassings, in 1943
and 1944, the doomed would be consigned to the
crematoria and, typically would be dead within a
couple of hours. | "If I had to create a geography of evil, this
would certainly be my center point," van Pelt said.
"Many people consider this the most important place
in their life. I'm not a Catholic, but I wouldn't
go into a Catholic Church and piss on the
altar.[9] There are standards of human
decency. Fred Leuchter came here for two or three
days and took samples. I don't want to deny people
the right to doubt. But I want them to do it after
they've done their homework; I hate Holocaust
deniers not just for their moral atrociousness but
because they're sloppy craftsmen.[10] I
walk around here and I still find things that I
don't understand -- why they're here. This is an
enormous place. This is a city: Originally, there
were a hundred and twenty-five architects and
draftsmen working here. Why would one or two people
think they can come here and in two or three days
understand this place?" THE next morning, Morris shot footage inside one
of the three remaining delousing buildings,
including a disquisition by van Pelt, who posed in
front of what he sardonically called "the Wailing
Wall of Holocaust deniers" - -- the spot from,
which Leuchter had chiselled material turned out to
possess a relatively high cyanide content; this
became the control against which other samples from
the "alleged gas chambers" were measured. [...] DURING the making of "Mr. Death," Morris
augmented his usual complement of anxieties with a
sense of dread at what might happen when he showed
Leuchter the completed film. In addition to van Pelt, Morris had enlisted Jim
Roth -- the chemist who had analyzed Leuchter's
forensic evidence -- as a rebuttal witness. Only
after he testified or Zündel's trial, Roth
told Morris, did he realize where the material he
analyzed had originated.[11] He
acknowledged the limitation of his analysis:
cyanide, by its molecular nature, would have bonded
with the iron in the brick of the gas chambers only
on the surface -- ten microns deep, just one-tenth
the diameter of a human hair. | Thus, when a chunk of brick was crushed in the
lab, the material beneath the surface would have
diluted the specimen, rendering the test pointless.
Looking into Morris's camera. Roth summarized, "I
don't think the Leuchter results have any
meaning."[12] [...] Return
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