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Holocaust Revisionism, Part 5: The Angel of Death in North America

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Train arriving at Auschwitz Photo: Wikipedia/Commons

by Mary W Maxwell, LLB

Parallel universes, again.  The official record of Josef Mengele is one thing; the on-the-ground sightings of him in the US and Canada is another. I suppose it would be considered too revealing of the CIA’s business to come out and say that Mengele had business to perform in the United States. His business was mind-control.

That he was at Auschwitz during 1943 and 1944 seems to be accepted. That he performed medical experiments on twins, using especially Jews and Gypsies is not doubted. His misdeeds were recounted at the Nuremberg Trials but he was never captured by the Allies.

Several survivors of the MK-Ultra program, such as Carol Rutz, said he tortured them in the US. They had no idea he was Mengele; he used the names Dr Black and Dr Green and sometimes they were told to call him Vater, German for father. He was a most peculiar specimen of the human species – thrilled by cruelty.

Here I will present the memories of Wendy Hoffman, a wonderful person whose family was under contract with Mengele, in Brooklyn, New York after the war. How does this come into “holocaust revisionism”? It supports the many stories from Auschwitz that emphasize Mengele’s brutality.

Mengele, b 1911

The following is taken from Enslaved Queen, by Wendy Hoffman, published by Karnac Press, UK. It is not for the faint of heart:

My main torturer was my grandfather who did it professionally to many children. Having needles stuck in my mouth was common, as was being told that I am ugly. Strangely, I was in the care of Dr Josef Mengele whom the CIA had brought to America after 1945. My teacher, Mrs Twartski was horrible. Mengele performed his tricks in front of her in her own classroom, but there were times when he did not let her watch.

One day, almost every child in the neighbourhood was there. Mengele sat us in orderly rows with the youngest in front. Elise was one of the youngest, sitting third from the left in the front row. She wore a smocked dress that her mother probably bought in a fancy store.

Mengele stood in front of us kids, naked from the waist down but wearing a tuxedo top, or sometimes a devil outfit. He used hand signals. We were all soooo afraid. He could even make us all go to sleep by moving his right arm down from the elbow, like that! Mengele instructed Mrs. Twartski on his methodology, right in front of us:

He would say “Mrs Twartski, we must destroy their sense of self. This is foundational. It’s easier to take it away from boys, but we can get it from everyone.”

Then Mrs Twartski said “But Dr. Black, we have already done that by dividing them at birth.”  We didn’t know we had been divided at birth. I guess she did it by torturing us as infants until we split away from our body. “You will see,” Mengele said “We can take it further.”

“Children,” he said, pushing Mrs. Twartski aside, “take your assigned seat.” “Your parents don’t love you. They pretend to, but they don’t. Even when they do nice things for you, they think bad things about you,” Mengele said to us all. Many of the children started crying, including Elise.

I didn’t cry because I already knew my parents didn’t love me even though they loved my sister Marlene. Marlene cried. She thought our father didn’t love her. Mengele kept his eyes fixed on us. We watched his hand; the slightest gesture, his finger barely moving, sent us commands.

Mrs. Twartski handed Mengele a bowl with goldfish swimming in it. He scooped out a goldfish, twisted off its head and plopped it back in the bowl. The children let out a breathless sound. “That’s what will happen to anyone you tell,” he said to us.

I vowed silently to myself that I would never tell anyone — and I also vowed that I would tell. I would have liked to tell Mr. Jacobs, the nice man who lived across the waterfall. He prayed with his family; he wore a beautiful prayer shawl. But if I tattled to him, they would kill him too.

“Some of you still want to tell. Some of you are natural betrayers,” he said as he stepped off Mrs. Twartski’s platform, walked to the third row shoving two children out of the way to grab a tiny hunched-over girl wearing a clean ironed dress and her hair in braids – that was me. I curled further into a ball as he lifted me, my legs flapping in the air.

“Here’s a girl who wants to tell. What should we do to her?” Mrs. Twartski’s smiled. I could see she hated me. “Should we twist her apart, or should we squeeze her?” Mrs. Twartski mouthed to all

“Squeeze.” He scooped out the live goldfish, put it in my hand and said, “Squeeze it until it dies.” It felt slippery — and helpless, like me. “This is what will happen to anyone who talks, and to anyone they tell.” I cried because I had saved myself and not the goldfish. The goldfish was my friend.

“Now take communion and scram,” he said to all of us. “Communion” meant licking his penis. The boys also had to stroke it. He told them it was a privilege because they were male. Mrs. Twartski lined us up and let us out, one by one.

When I got outside, I vomited. Boys and girls all around vomited, then ran in different directions. Some went down and cut across the courtyard on 67th Road. They ran past the windows of my family’s garden apartment. The parents of the younger children waited for them. Children emerged “without a self” — and the parents didn’t seem to notice. Parents took the children’s hand as if they had just had a good morning playing in preschool.

One day there was great excitement. I overheard my parents say that that when Elise turned five, her mother had given her a baby doll. Then Elise told her mother she couldn’t have a baby because she was Jewish.

Her mother questioned her, and Mengele’s teachings cracked. Mrs. Twartski became the detective, asking all the children one by one what had happened. If we were too afraid to tell, she used the hand signals we had learned, to access the information.

All the children said, “All Jewish girls may never procreate” or “Jewish girls may not have babies.” And “You have contaminated our sacred Deutsch language with your Yiddishkeit. For that you’ll be punished. “

The handlers and parents called meetings. Some meetings took place in our living room. The lawyers in the community got together. The wondered how to break the contract. They discussed whether Mengele had any rights under the law.

They expelled him from our community, and that’s how a just-turned-five-year-old girl, Elise, brought Mengele down — in Pleasant Hills, New York, in 1951, and how the children learned that “telling” could be good.

Mengele had created red, green, yellow, and blue books on me. He left these programs in me that my family handlers didn’t know about, and that were supposed to go off at staggered ages. These concealed personalities were designed to come to life and perform functions such as kidnapping, setting bombs, stealing from banks. But because of Mengele leaving the scene, there may not have been sufficient follow-through for the personalities he created, to do what he planned for them when they grew up.

UPDATE: Wendy went on to become a choreographer at Lincoln Center. She says (and I believe her) that Mengele gave her polio, so she could not become a dancer. Later on, she became a psychologist but did not recover her own memories till old age!

In Alison Miller’s book, Becoming Yourself: Overcoming Mind Control and Ritual Abuse, there is a section written by Wendy Hoffman.  She said this:

Survivors who have discovered what was done to them have never stopped teaching us. It is no small act of bravery that they have continued to speak out and share their stories. One such survivor has sent me a list of qualities of those survivors who are on the road to healing:

  • resilient;
  • spunky;
  • intelligence and personal abilities shine through despite abuse and programming;
  • kindness despite…;
  • humanity despite…;
  • ability to be in relationship despite…;
  • desire to be free;
  • keeping on living even though their lives were essentially stolen;
  • crave justice even though they have had none;
  • capable of not being loyal to perpetrators and abusive families;
  • able to see the world from many different perspectives;
  • realistic about the evil in the world;
  • empathic.

“If some of this describes you, I hope this book will help you in your healing journey. It is worth the fight. Even a day of freedom is better than a lifetime of slavery.  Everything I share here I have learnt from survivors.”

— end of excerpt from Wendy Hoffman

 

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      • I too believe it is illogical to think this can’t be stopped, which begs the questions; How? and Where do we begin? Folk are sick of my negative posts exposing the filth and I don’t blame them as a lot of it horrific, some asking what can WE do about it? My usual response is ‘First by acknowledging the problem(s), the ostrich syndrome achieves nothing’. Other than that, without mega money to act, I haven’t any answers.

        • Meditating on anything “horrific” when you don’t have the countermanding tools is, of itself, Satanic.

          Also important to remember that the most destructive forces on earth take hold without any sort of sensory alarm, as acknowledged in the Fukushima post; the mother of all “problems” would have to be the fact that most parents don’t think twice about registering their children at birth.

      • There is a book I read quite a while ago—written by Kevin Gilbert–these comments caused me to look it up and I see it has been reprinted in 2013 with a new cover.

        https://www.harpercollins.com.au/9780732297305/because-a-white-manll-never-do-it/

        Aunty Beryl Carmichael said at a World Indigenous People’s Conference on Education—I think it was the one held in Coolangatta 1993–“Your answers lie within us” And I believe they did and do. Unfortunately Herron, Howard, Ruddock, Vanstone, etc etc thought otherwise—closing down bilingual education – removing highly qualified Indigenous educators from their positions because the new policy to have 4 hour “English Only” programs “required” recruited staff to have English as their first language. A bit of white Supremacy in action. Then five conferences later when the WIPCE-E 2009 was held back in Melbourne the government only funded it if there was no mention of bilingual education or the politics of this cultural genocide. “Australia leads the way.” more of “Australias Shame”
        One of Steve McMurray’s articles re MKUltra in Australia-covers what he calls Weaponised Anthropology and this takes me back to The Tavistock Agenda 2012 Time line when the likes of Nuggett Combs set the scene.

        • Diane, what do you know about the role of Nugget Combs, in the Top End?

          The NLC’s Joe Morrison regards him as a hero.

          How many people know better?

          • Tony through my reading, research and working in the Territory I know quite a bit about Nuggett Coombs. I was visiting Yirrkala community and attended his “retirement” farewell ceremony and it was evident he was truly much loved and respected by those in attendance. Yes an advocate and hero. He was also clearly a very influential political figure working through the reign of four prime ministers, strategically positioned. It is a committee he headed around 1968 that has been of particular interest to my understanding of the current state of affairs.
            Interestingly this just popped up in my inbox: synchronicities. Sounds like a good move a good candidate to remove a bad one.

            https://www.sbs.com.au/news/susan-moylan-coombs-calls-for-australia-day-date-change-in-warringah-bid

          • Below, Diane mentions this candidate:

            Ms Moylan-Coombs is a broadcaster, mental health educator and the founding director of Indigenous organisation the Gaimaragal Group.

            She is also the granddaughter of high profile public servant and prime ministerial advisor H.C. Coombs, and the daughter of former NSW Bar Association president John Coombs.

  3. Some related viewing and reading material:

    • “Mengele – Sportsmanlike” by Peter Klein

    https://www.brighteon.com/embed/5984359284001

    This video (via Brighteon) is from the following link which contains the full transcript.

    http://imsreporting.com/video-reports/mengele-sportsmanlike/

    (The Home tab on IMS Reporting leads to other interesting articles – the one on the Tate murders was particularly fascinating as a digression.)

    • Josef Mengele – the Creation of a Myth by Germar Rudolf

    https://codoh.com/library/document/4609/

  5. Although I don’t know all the ins and outs of Shane Dowling’s case, the fact is that he served time in prison (a low-security place 2 hours northwest of Newcastle) for using his larynx. He has now filed for Leave to Appeal to the High Court. I sure hope it is granted.

    Anyone who thinks Justice X is a criminal should say so. How else would we overcome the secret protection that goes on? Shane Dowling, the editor of KangarooCpurt of Australia dot com, tells his story here:
    .
    https://kangaroocourtofaustralia.com/2019/01/19/australian-high-court-to-hear-allegations-of-paedophile-and-bribe-taking-nsw-supreme-court-judges/

  6. I am concerned—maybe we are off topic—diversionary tactics–survivors of the MK-Ultra program may feel unseen unheard unknown– listen to us we are talking to you

    https://pedophilesdownunder.com

    Cardinal Pell “UNMASKED”. James Shanahan EXPOSES ABUSE

    Spencer & Tye Present: Out of the Gate
    Published on Jan 10, 2019

    Cardinal Pell is “UNMASKED” as one of James Shanahan’s PERPETRATORS. Firsthand knowledge of ABUSE. Who is Cardinal Pell? Hypocrite, Harbinger of Pedophile Priests?

  7. Diane,

    Have you read Secret Weapons, by Cheryl and Lynn Hersha? Cheryl is interviewed here and sheds much light on MK-Ultra.

    In her book she tells how she was about to be called into the ritual room to be “quartered” and instead she murdered the butcher, outside the room. She was only a child but had been given a skill with knives.

    I am very interested in this, or any example, of reasonable self-defense.

    We have had our self-defense instinct drummed out of us. Ridiculous.
    .

  8. Gumshoe is aware that January 20 is the second “anniversary” of the Bourke St rampage but we cannot schedule a timely article. Her Travelling Bossness is in Adelaide, and your humble Opinion Editor is in a snowstorm.

    If anyone needs to see something on the subject of the three silvery cars, just pop the name Gargasoulas into our excellent search engine.

    Why didn’t they use cars of three different models and colors to be less conspicuous?

    • Mary, umm, because of institutionalised arrogance? Because ‘they’ just don’t care, it doesn’t matter to them if some people do pick up on such obvious red flags. The public at large will never know, because the mainstream media whores will never expose the truth.

      Also because, and Gumshoe followers must have experienced this when trying to inform the ignorant masses, many people refuse to accept facts when the truth comes up and slaps them in the face. How often do we hear things like “But I saw Martin Bryant shoot those people, it was on TV!”

  10. A few corrections needed. Wendy was a choreographer in NY but not at Lincoln Center. Her degree is not in psychology but in social work. (I think that is true of most psychotherapists?)

    and her childhood was not Brooklyn but Forest Hills. (To me, if it’s east of Manhattan and west of Long Island, it’s Brooklyn. So I was sloppy.) Sorry.

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