1950's

HOLLYWOOD ; The Last of the Romans - Worthington has agreed to let me sleep in his room for awhile, along with he and Marlow. I walked over here a couple days ago with my typewriter and a paper bag with my clothes in it. The room is off Highland Avenue a couple blocks from Hollywood Boulevard with an alley entrance, in the basement of an apartment building. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; Saved By The Animals - I’ve decided to sell the typewriter. I’ve gotten rid of everything else but I’m hedging about the typewriter. It’s too heavy to lug around, I need the money, but I’m hedging. Selling the typewriter would make a clean sweep of everything I own except the change of clothes and the stuff in my pockets. The typewriter is from the old life, the one I had until a couple months ago. I want to get rid of everything that was in that life. It was a good life, but the wrong one for me. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; Barney's Beanery - This afternoon I sat on the steps to the back porch in the pale sunlight. The old garden is dead. On the dry grass a blue jay was tearing up a grasshopper. I watched the insect make desperate, crippled little jumps. Inside the house Mother began to sing in her clear pretty voice. She was in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake because today is my birthday. I'm thirty-five years old. (Read More)

SOUTH CENTRAL LOS ANGELEGES ; Secret Spindles - SUNDAY 1 JANUARY. Last night I did my roadwork at a slow steady pace, jogging along in the dark past the old sheds and the brick warehouses. When the rain began to fall I took off my glasses and put them in my back pocket. I felt very intense about something but I didn't know what. As I splashed through the rain I had to convince myself all over again, as I do every night, that the roadwork is really necessary for what I'm planning to do. When I got back to the house Mother and Father were in the front room watching television.
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NEW! August 08 SOUTH CHINA SEA; Americans at Sea - It was night and we were steaming south through the Bashi Channel into the South China Sea. The black water was absolutely still. There was no moon, no stars. Out the porthole I could hear the quiet rush of the ship’s wake but I couldn’t see anything. I sat on the edge of my bunk and used a towel to wipe the sweat off my face. I took off my socks and looked at the splotches on my feet. They were larger than they had been in the morning. In the center of each splotch there were little bubbles of pus.
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NEW! August 08 HOLLYWOOD ; Sue Ann, Ruby, Jenny and Me - When Sue Ann telephoned this morning she sounded worried about our luncheon date. That was fine with me because I didn’t want to see her. It was too complicated.

Sue Anne said: “If Don finds out about us he’s going to be jealous.”

“So far there isn’t much for him to find out.”

“I’m nervous. Sometimes he gets just crazy.”

“That’s the problem with husbands. They all want to keep their wives to themselves.”

“Maybe he wouldn’t mind. Oh, I don’t know.” (Read More)

VIETNAM ; Old Manuscripts, Old Lives - Everybody wants to put a little something away for his old age. I'm no exception. I'm not nervous about getting old but when you're fifty-one you think about it sometimes. You see yourself living alone in a room, you can't walk too good because of the extra weight, in fact you need special supports in your shoes or you can't walk at all, and sometimes your back goes out and you have to crawl to the kitchen table or the bathroom. From the outside it doesn't look like much of a life but still you don't want to give up on it. Though you can't explain why, you want to go on. (Read More)

VIETNAM ; Lt Han's Brother's Throat - I follow the stories of the kidnappings of unarmed civilians in Iraq by Muslim fanatics. I follow the stories of those who are beheaded, or shot, as if I know from experience something, a little, of what they have gone through. The kidnapping......
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VIETNAM ; Che Guevara in Saigon - When I saw the first light of day come in through the window I pushed the three paperback books I used for a pillow against the wall and rolled up the reed mat and stood it in the corner of the room. On the bed, Bryant turned onto his side snoring lightly. Bryant's a Quaker, but he still snores. (Read More)

VIETNAM ; Waiting for Saigon to Fall - Last night I was smashing cockroaches with a shower slipper when it came to me all in a flash that I find a smashed cockroach, its insides all mashed out on the yellow-tiled floor, as repugnant as I do a dead and torn up human body. What occurred to me then was to wonder if I don't suffer how shall I put it—some form of ethical maladjustment? But that's just beating around the bush here. What I really want is to write down the one image I can't get out of my mind, the one where the Viet Cong Soldier is lying on his back in the rubble and slop of a blasted-out cafe, his open eyes swimming in blue milk. That's what I can't forget, how his eye-sockets were full of blue milk. It was an absolutely startling, aesthetic experience. It's the most powerful single image I have of Viet-Nam. Maybe it's the artist in me. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; Love at the Nirvana Arms - The alarm goes off at four thirty in the morning and when I get up to turn it off I see its raining so I mash a couple cockroaches and go back to bed to think things over. The next thing I know it's eight o'clock and too late to kick up the typewriter. So I dress and walk through a light rain over to Pinehurst Road and up the canyon to mother's little apartment to pick up the truck. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; The Man Who Stopped Paying ; -"In Bradley Smith's The Man Who Stopped Paying, bureaucrats are the enemy, for while they maintain the welfare systems, they also maintain the machines and programs that will destroy those systems. Smith's hero simply pays no taxes at all - he doesn't even send in the forms.
"For the first time in a long while on stage – an anarchist libertarian has sounded out…. Jon Ackelson plays him with abandon (and)...a great deal of heart.... With his love of nature and disgust for the bomb and the Feds, Smith could become a kind of playwright laureate of an American Greens Party, but then he would probably rather go it alone." (Read More)
Robert Koehler, The Los Angeles Times

NEW! August 08 HOLLYWOOD ; The Auschwitz Huggers -Two years have passed since I published the last issue of Smith's Journal. I hardly know how to account for so much time elapsing. Each day is a long and complicated affair, while in retrospect each year is short and ephemeral. For two years I have avoided writing anything about the gas chamber stories. I didn't stop thinking about them. The stories still came at me in a steady stream in the papers, the magazines, on television and radio and in book after book after book. I was told again and again and again that I should never forget what happened to the Jews during World War II, what the Germans did to them. In the endless reams of stories about the matter, I have yet to read one story where the Germans are not beasts, and not one where a Jew did something naughty. (Read More)

NEW! August 08 HOLLYWOOD ; The Raincheck Room - I was working for a small land developer in Malibu and Topanga Canyon, I hired illegal aliens for cheap labor, get drunk, staying out of trouble, evading entirely the Internal Revenue Service, chastising myself for not paying more attention to the kids, trying to think of interesting books my mother would read, tracking down the owners of the goddamned neighborhood dogs, complaining about Bureaucrats and Bureaucratic ideals to anyone who would listen, in short living one kind of everyday life in an everyday neighborhood in a small canyon in Hollywood. (Read More)

NEW! September 08 HOLLYWOOD ; Snakes, Elephants and Beer in the Malibu Mountains - Got up by the alarm at 3:30 this morning to work at the typing and at 6:30 I dressed and walked the three blocks up the little canyon to where mother lives in a duplex. She had gotten up by herself, dressed, combed her hair and was sitting at the kitchen table in her wheelchair in the near dark. She was opening up her bottles of medicines and vitamins and lining up the pills and capsules on a paper napkin.. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; Holocaust Cultist Dreams - For several days now a story has been running in the papers about the American Library Association convention being held here. The Association reports that since 1979 there has been a threefold increase in censorship efforts by “outside” groups and an atmosphere reminiscent of the 50's when librarians became targ Reading Mein Kampf of Red-baiters because they continued to make available literature on communism. (Read More)

NEW! August 08 HOLLYWOOD ; Tools of Memory - The New York Times publishes an interview with an old fellow in the Bronx who claims that every day at Buchenwald the Germans threw a Jew into a cage with a bear and an eagle. The bear would eat the Jew and the eagle would pick his bones. Give me a break. The old Jewish guy says that he saw it with his own eyes. (Read More)

HOLLYWOOD ; Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist - It's the morning of July 4th and I'm flying home from Newark to Los Angeles. I have an aisle seat and a young lady, perhaps 22, takes the seat to my right. From her facial features I feel confident that her family is Jewish. We fall into conversation and she is very bright and opinionated and oriented politically toward the radical left. She's full of intellectual energy and wants to talk, but she's willing to listen too and I can see she belongs to those few who take ideas seriously and weigh both sides of an argument carefully. She's considerably more sophisticated than I was at her age. She's studying at Harvard and is flying home to Beverly Hills for summer vacation. (Read More)

VISALIA, CALIFORNIA; AN INTERVIEW

Loompanics;- What exactly is your book, Confessions of a Holocaust Revisionist, about?

Bradey R. Smith; - Exactly? Why don’t you ask something difficult? I don’t know what it’s about. If I did I probably wouldn’t be working on Part II. I thought it was going to be about how I investigated the Holocaust story and found out for myself if it’s true or not, because I had begun to hear it isn’t. That was a good professional concept for a book but I had to throw it out almost immediately after I got started because the first thing you discover about the Holocaust story when you look into it is that it is very crappy and you see through it right away and that there isn’t all that much to say about it. (Read More)

BAJA, MEXICO ; BREAK HIS BONES ; The Private Life of a Holocaust Revisionist - In Commentary there was an article by Walter Laqueur titled “The Mysterious Messenger and the Final Solution.” Professor Walter Laqueur was Chairman of the Research Council of Georgetown University's Center for Strategic and International Studies. He's a renowned Holocaust scholar. Here is a man I could depend on. I turned to “The Mysterious Messenger and the Final Solution” well fortified with drink and in fine good humor. I was willing to go wherever the story led. It could go any way it wanted. My job was to follow it out to the end and throw over the revisionists if the story went against them. Who was this mysterious stranger then, and what significance does he have for understanding the Final Solution? (Read More)

BAJA, MEXICO ; Fish tacos and a bad merlot (2002) - After the disaster of 9/11, I went through a period where I asked myself if we would continue to talk about the Jewish Holocaust story, and talk and talk about it, the way we had before 9/11. After 9/11 and the declaration of war against “terrorism,” the war in Afghanistan, and then the preemptive war against Iraq, what relevance could the six-decade-old Jewish Holocaust story still have for Americans? Or for anyone else who was not profiting from it? (Read More)

BAJA, MEXICO ; OUTLAW HISTORY NEWSLETTER ; - Welcome to the first issue of Outlaw History, the Newsletter. Outlaw History will update you on what I do to encourage the decriminalization of World War II history in Europe, Canada, Australia, and Israel, and help prevent the criminalization of that history in the United States.

The special focus for me, as it has been from the beginning, is the taboo against open debate on the Holocaust story. That is at the core of the intellectual and cultural impasse where we Americans find ourselves today. Without an open debate on the Holocaust story there can be no significant debate on the role of the United States in the history of the 20th century, which has been a catastrophic for all concerned.

Without full disclosure to the public, in the light of day, of how the Holocaust story was generated, institutionalized, and exploited--unrelentingly--there can be no significant debate about the U.S. alliance with Israel, and no public understanding of one of the primary issues sparking the growing conflict between Muslims and the West. (Read More)

BAJA, MEXICO ; READING MEIN KAMPF ; Adolf Hitler and Me (A Work in Progress); - This afternoon I’m at a Starbucks in Chula Vista where I drink four or five or maybe six double shots of espresso to wake myself up and I get so high that in a fit of raging enthusiasm and self-confidence I decide I will write a book about Adolf Hitler. For the first time in my life I have swallowed enough espresso to get the real affect. Seventy-five years old and I’m flying. Thought is all over the place. The book won’t be entirely about Adolf Hitler, but about me too. Wonderful! I will read Hitler’s autobiography, Mein Kampf, and along the way I will write about what comes up in the brain while I read what he says came up in his. I will write autobiography about Hitler’s autobiography. I will focus on his text as he wrote it, not on what he did later, or on what he is accused of having done later.

This is what the lit-crits do. When a professor judges a literary work, she judges the work itself, the text, not the personal life of the writer. Judging the personal life of the author is saved for a different project. Poetry, novels, autobiography are literary works. They need to be judged on their own merits. Hemingway’s work is judged on its own merits. The critical reception to his novels and stories was not based on what a boor and liar he was, but on the texts themselves. Hemingway was a mixed bag. His texts were dazzling. (Read More)

IRAN ; "The Irrational Vocabulary of the American Professorial Class with Regard to the Holocaust Question" - Good afternoon  (morning?). I’m very pleased to be here. Today I will suggest that the American professorial class uses an irrational vocabulary to respond to revisionist arguments questioning the orthodox Holocaust story.

That the decision of the American professorial class to exploit this irrational vocabulary is a deliberate decision to avoid communication. That the purpose in deliberately choosing to not communicate as scholars to either students or colleagues is to, effectively, nurture and protect an academic environment in which it is taboo to question the “unique monstrosity” of the Germans during World War II.

That to question the “unique monstrosity” of the Germans during World War II would necessarily suggest that the history of the 20th century would have to be rewritten, and the nature of the role of the United States in that war and in world affairs since would have to be reevaluated.
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