Inquisition at Nuremberg

For roughly 300-400 years the name of Jesus was not uttered by respectable citizens without a spit to the ground in revulsion. Likewise, for another 300-400 years, the word witch was not uttered without fear and disgust. Now the Christ is worshiped by millions and our children dress as witches for Halloween. To the point: words and titles shift in power or lose their power over the years. This is happening now with the oft-used misnomer NAZI.  He’s a Nazi, I’m a Nazi, wouldn’t you like to be a Nazi too? One can all but hear the catchy jingle.

Thanks to hashtagging liberals and modern technology, the word Nazi will be redeemed, empowered, or rendered harmless very soon. This is partially due to over-usage and unfounded accusations hurled carelessly from small minds and big mouths. The Nazi transformation is also due, in larger part, to mountains of new information on the Third Reich and conversely damning information about the Allies. No longer does the historian worth a damn see good guys on one side and bad guys on the other as in a cheap board game. For decades, however, the story of the Second World War was one of good vs. evil, plain and simple. We know better now.

Take the Nuremberg trials for example. The time is fast approaching – and in some circles it has already arrived – when we will see this so-called trial for the farce it was. We will come to call it a modern-day Inquisition, complete with extreme tortures, false allegations, false confessions, tainted evidence, skewed and biased judges, and a pre-determined damned if you do/damned if you don’t outcome. This all sounds like something out of the dungeons of the seventeenth century, and yet this was less than one hundred years ago and reads more like a work of prescient science fiction.

In Nuremberg, we have thought crimes manifest in piles of ash that have not been ceremoniously swept to the four winds as in the town squares of late medieval Europe but oddly preserved by those whose livelihood depends on the narrative as it is presented in victor-penned textbooks.  In these pages, the truth was erased and rewritten to match the prepared tales of survivors and so-called experts. The ash was mixed into the victors’ ink and the flesh became the word, Holy Writ that is not to be challenged. When contrary evidence began to surface, as it inevitably does, we saw Orwellian scenes of denial in which the revisionist might say, I saw that! You changed the picture! The answer is What picture. There is no picture.* And round and round we go even as the revisionist is beaten and jailed, like a German witch.

The witch hunts were absolute horrors and the trials a travesty of justice; but we know that now. And Nuremberg? A show trial, nothing more. We know the Nazi defendants were tortured, even permanently maimed, to extract confessions; we also know that confessions obtained under torture are not reliable. We know documents were forged. We know defense attorneys were not allowed to admit mountains of evidence. We know a certain narrative had to be fed to a hungry public and so it was. Perhaps the most glaring truths are the war crimes committed by the allies, swept under a proverbial rug by every 1950’s housewife. With time, all those rotting German corpses have begun to stink and can be hidden no longer. As many historians have said, the truth will out. **

These historians, of course, are rejected, even fined, beaten, harassed, and arrested; but why? So many questions and they had the nerve to ask them, that’s why. Asking questions is not denial. True denial is denying one’s right to ask questions, denying information, denying freedom of speech. These are the deniers and true to form they will point fingers and accuse you of doing that which colors their guilt. Should you even raise your hand you are shot down as an anti-semite. That is denial. Historical inquiry is not denial. What we need to ask ourselves regarding the Holocaust is not why did it happen but rather why are we not allowed to investigate it even today. Perhaps too much is riding on the narrative as it is presented in our schools and mass media. If it crumbled, would Israel’s right to exist likewise crumble? When it is bad for one’s agenda if less people died, one’s agenda may be rightly called suspicious.


*Orwell, George. 1984. Countless editions available. Read one!

**Adapted from:  Summers, Rachel. The Forgetting. Create Space: 2017.

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Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at