Remembering Bradley R. Smith
By Richard A. Widmann.
[caption id="attachment_2411" align="alignright" width="150"] Bradley R. Smith: A Simple Writer (18 Feb 1930 - 18 Feb 2016)[/caption]
On Thursday evening, 18 February 2016, I glanced at my email on my phone. The subject of a newly received message struck me like a lightning bolt. “Bradley RIP” was all it said. It wasn’t that it was entirely unexpected. Bradley had been ill for many years, fighting off heart ailments, cancer, and even a bullet to the head during the Korean War, but somehow it seemed that Bradley would always be among us.
I first became aware of Bradley in the late 80s. I had discovered him a couple of years after my introduction to Holocaust revisionism. I knew of him through his book, Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist and the work that he did for the Institute for Historical Review.
It was in late 1993 that an editorial appeared in the college newspaper of the university that I was attending --denouncing Smith’s “Campus Project.” I decided to pick up a few copies, cut out the story, and mail one off to Bradley. It was the beginning of a friendship that lasted for more than 20 years.
We worked together (along with Greg Raven and David Thomas) to put up one of the earliest revisionist websites back in the mid-90s (we referred to it as CODOHWeb at the time). As unlikely as it seemed, Bradley was always very quick to embrace new technology. He was always looking for a new way to storm the “castle wall.”
We would correspond back and forth nearly every day via email. And there were always those lively phone conversations. We could talk for hours it seemed. I remember asking Bradley questions about revisionism during those early years. He would tell me that he didn’t read revisionism any more and would spout off the title of some esoteric topic that had captured his attention. This week I turned to a chapter in his A Personal History of Moral Decay and smiled when coming upon a reference to his reading a book about the Sumerian alphabet. That was Bradley!
It surprises me, even now, that I met Bradley “face-to-face” only on one occasion, when we shared a room at David Irving’s first Real History Conference in Cincinnati back in 1999. It was a marvelous weekend with Bradley speaking on the subject of “Memory.” While the supposed target of the talk were Holocaust “eyewitnesses,” Bradley seemed challenged with his own memory. Was it an act? A writer’s joke? I thought it all quite funny, but noticed that our host David Irving seemed not at all amused.
Bradley was always coming up with new ideas. There were new advertisements, new books, new designs for the website, new websites. Most of the ideas never settled before new ones sprung up. But still, work got done. More work was accomplished to establish intellectual freedom on the Holocaust story than most ever even imagine.
In late 2014, I attempted to interview Bradley. We didn’t get very far.
Widmann: You’ve tried your hand at many things throughout your life. I know you were in the army during the Korean War, you were a bookseller, a bull-fighter, and of course an activist for intellectual freedom with regard to the Holocaust debate. How would you like to be remembered?
Smith: It’s a matter that has never caught my attention. Memory itself, however—I’m very interested in memory. As a writer I am essentially a failed autobiographer. It’s all about memory. My own. When my memory dies, along with the rest of me, you can imagine what will happen with regard to my attention to the memories of others.
Bradley was denounced by many. Several such derogatory quotes appeared on the back cover of his Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist Second Enlarged Edition. Alan Dershowitz called him a “known anti-Semite and an anti-Black racist.” Others called him even worse. Beneath these foul slurs Bradley placed a quote about himself “a swell guy. Loves everybody.” Indeed, I never heard him utter a bad word about anyone, never mind their race or ethnicity.
Bradley liked to call himself “a simple writer” and had even used the phrase as a working title for one of his autobiographical collections that we published on-line.
“A simple writer” demonstrates his modesty. Bradley Smith was an excellent writer, perhaps plagued by the subject that he discovered one day in 1979 and then dedicated his life to. He was a man of courage, honesty, and honor. Most of all, I will remember him as a friend.
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|Author(s):||Richard A. Widmann|
|Title:||Remembering Bradley R. Smith|
|First posted on CODOH:||Feb. 20, 2016, 9:06 a.m.|