How many Holocaust claims need to be publicly proven to be lies by scholars before it is eventually concluded that the general theme itself is, at the very least, a fantastic exaggeration of a historical atrocity?
Herman Rosenblat received international attention for his tale about being a hungry little boy in a Nazi concentration camp who was thrown apples every day by a little girl named Roma, on the other side of the fence.
Years later, according to the story, Rosenblat met that same girl on a blind date in New York City and proposed to her on the spot.
The only problem was, Rosenblat’s story, which he and his wife had been telling for 13 years, was a lie.
Six weeks ago Holocaust scholars proved that it was physically impossible for prisoners to approach the fence at the concentration camp where Herman was kept and that Roma’s family was actually 200 miles away at the time.
Wednesday, for the first time, Rosenblat spoke out in an exclusive interview with “Good Morning America” to share his side of the story.
“It wasn’t a lie,” he told “GMA.” “It was my imagination. And in my imagination, in my mind, I believed it. Even now, I believe it, that she was there and she threw the apple to me. … In my imagination, it was true.”
And at what point is it going to occur to people that all of these survivors telling ridiculous stories about their lives in the concentration camps tend to suggest that they, at least, weren’t there to be killed in the first place? After all, scholars have already determined that there was no “rollercoaster of death” at Auschwitz, that four million people didn’t die at Auschwitz, and that no one ever put a bear, an eagle, and a jew in a cage together anywhere on the planet, much less every single day.
Imagine if the Japanese had started telling stories like these about their own internments in the United States. Or if any of the vast majority of the other people being held in the same Nazi camps did. Where are all the Polish and Romanian stories about “the trapeze of death”, “the marmot, the snake, and the Slav”, or the mass slaughter that took place in the terrible pillow chambers? Would the world similarly genuflect before their nonsense?
And forget the damning forensic evidence and the wooden doors. I figured out that the “showers of death” also had to be a lie when I simply thought for a few seconds about what would be necessary to make it safe for the disposal crew to enter them after a round of executions. After all, it’s easier, safer, faster, less expensive, and much more lethal to simply remove the oxygen from an air-tight chamber than it is to pump it full of poison gas, then purge the gas from it.
A children’s version of the story, entitled Angel Girl (ISBN 978-0822-58739-2), written by Laurie Friedman and illustrated by Ofra Amit, was published in September 2008 by Carolrhoda Books of Lerner Publishing Group.
Of course it was. In fact, it’s still available on Amazon. Because when you live in an Empire of Lies, a substantial percentage of what you think you know is actually false.
