The Library Project

Three or four CODOH coconspirators are visiting college libraries offering a free copy of Bradley's Break His Bones to be catalogued and shelved. When, and if, such an event takes place, we would have an opportunity to make the public aware of the dedication to free speech at that college or university. 

Such an institution would be noted as one of education and enlightenment instead of being one of the brainwashing indoctrination centers where few cerebral neurons remain in the student body after having been subject to a cynically sinister 12 years of brain burnout, too often presented by dolts, dim bulbs, deluded, disinformed, misinformed, uninformed, mentally, morally, and culturally bankrupt pedagogues who themselves are brain burnt-outs. The extreme few of those who do not fit this bill confirm the verisimilitude of my observations. 

Giving the college/university sufficient time to catalogue the book, we will return in 4-5 weeks (surreptitiously?) to check the file catalogue to see if they were only patronizing us. If we find the book catalogued and shelved, we turn cartwheels and go on to the next target. For example:

A Rendezvous Quatre at Rivier College

Rivier College is a Catholic liberal (?) arts college (tending toward the status of University) located in Nashua, N.H. As a participant in CODOH's Library Project, I selected Rivier as a target for attempting to have Bradley’s Break His Bones: The Private Life of a Holocaust Revisionist catalogued and shelved at the college’s Regina Library. 

On Friday, April 13, 2012 (a less than propitious date, perhaps?), I traveled to the library and spoke to a young lady, a student working her way through college no doubt, and asked to speak to someone about having a book catalogued and placed on the shelves. She informed me that Mr. Dan Speidel, the Library director, was the person with whom I would have to discuss the matter. He was not in and would not be back until Monday. 

I briefly explained the book’s contents and left a copy along with a copy of Smith's Report No. 190. Before leaving, I made small talk with the young lady. I explained that when I first moved to Nashua, much of the current campus was literally farmland. Since she was just a junior she had no idea that the name of the college infirmary was to honor my late Sister-in-Law, Sister (**** *** ******). 

Neither was she aware that the chapel carillon which she heard every day was donated to the college in memory of my mother and father-in-law by (**** ***). My hope was that she might mention these matters to Speidel. Not that this was going to create a “warm and fuzzy” relationship, but it might alleviate open hostility when we did meet.

Monday I traveled to the college again, once again Mr. Speidel was out, was expected back later for he had a 3:30 meeting. I spoke to an older woman, not a student but an employee, who had no idea what the book was about, who left it or why. Once again I went through my spiel to her and another woman with whom I was then left alone at the desk. She had been working at the college for 30 years, knew my sister-in-law well, and we reminisced about (**** ***) and what a wonderful person she was and the tragedy that she died so young and so suddenly. 

Monday afternoon I called the library at 4:30 thinking this was plenty of time for Speidel to complete his 3:30 PM meeting. I was transferred to Speidel's phone. He was gone for the day.

Tuesday, the 17th, I once again traveled to the library. Once again I announced myself at the desk and this time an employee said that Amy would be meeting with me. Amy, an older matronly woman, showed up, introduced herself as Assistant Director of the library, and said we would meet in private. She invited another assistant “something” named “something” which, because of my severe hearing problem, never registered. We went to what might have been a storage room or supplies room, but it was definitely not an office. 

The meeting was short and coldly cordial. I cannot be certain now in which order the following took place.

My copy of Break His Bones and Smith's Report were handed to me.

Amy said: “The book is autobiographical and does not comport with the curriculum of the college.” She said: “The College receives many outside contributions.”

What this was meant to imply, I am not sure. However, my decades of skeptical cynicism led me to infer that such contributions would dry up should word get out that the college had accepted Bones and placed it on their shelves where “innocents” would be exposed to it. This is my reflection and mine alone. Someone else may have had a different take. 

The other person with Amy just stood there like a “pimple on a pickle” which more or less confirmed my suspicion that she was there to run for help should I suddenly morph into an SS attack doberman pinscher and go for Amy's throat.

I expressed my disappointment at such censorship, and that although Revisionists in America are not sent to jail for such, they are throughout Europe, but here jobs are lost, and they are made pariahs in their communities. I didn't even get a chance to mention their property being destroyed, and being physically assaulted by Zionasty thugs. They both appeared to be a little taken aback at my comments and more than a little anxious to have me out of their presence, posthaste.

I left.

It should be noted that a Holocaust Remembrance ceremony was scheduled for the next evening at the college's Dion Center. I attended. A report on that affair is pending. But it will take a few more days to “talk me down” and for the smoldering embers of my “hair on fire” reaction to burn out.