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[Bradley R. Smith, who passed away on February 18, 2016, the very day of his 86th birthday, is most well know for his relentless work in spreading public awareness of the “Holocaust” issue and revisionism.  It all started in 1979, in a lobby of a hotel in Los Angeles, when he was handed a leaflet written by Robert Faurisson, called “The ‘Problem of the Gas Chambers’”.


This chance encounter with revisionist material dramatically changed his life when he decided to devote himself to, “countering the taboo against dissident views on this emotion-charged issue”.


In 1987 he founded, “The Committee for Open Debate on the Holocaust” – CODOH. In the mid 1980s he also circulated a newsletter called “Prima Facie”, aimed at journalists and editors that focused on cultism, suppression of free inquiry and censorship on the Holocaust issue.


The April/May1990 edition of “Prima Facie” became the very first of a still continuing, mostly monthly, newsletter called, “Smith’s Report” that informs readers about CODOH, its impact, and includes news and commentary items. As part of his activities to spread debate about the “Holocaust” Bradley was a guest on some 400 radio talk shows and news broadcasts, as well as appearing on nationwide television.


It is about his sometimes successful, sometime not, attempts to appear on radio talk shows that this very first, typewritten, edition of “Smith’s Report” mainly describes. It is reproduced here in full, along with supporting images. What shines through in his writing is his plain talking honesty and patience, all combined with his droll sense of humor — KATANA.


Note: For a fuller biography of Bradley Smith please see here: http://www.revisionists.com/revisionists/smith.html]





Bradley Smith’s


Smith’s Report


# 1






Bradley R. Smith


P.O. Box 3267 Visalia CA 93278

(209) 627 8757

April/ May 1990



Dear Revisionist Friend:


This is the first issue of a much promised newsletter that I’ll send to you without charge every couple months so long as you express some interest in receiving it.


If it seems to you that you haven’t heard from me for a long time, it’s probably true. Last summer I came down with a pneumonia that for three months left me unable to do more than a fraction of the work that needed doing. Then, along in October when I was at last coming out of it, our landlord put the house we were renting up for sale and we had to find a new place to live. We couldn’t find a suitable place in southern California that I could afford, so toward the end of November I moved my family, my office, and our storage to a rented house in Visalia, a small town in the San Joaquin Valley some 160 miles north of Los Angeles. I spent the next ten weeks working on setting up a speaking tour for Pennsylvania, did the tour and returned the first week in March.



[Image] The city of Visalia is located in the fields of the San Joaquin Valley just below the Sierra Nevada Mountains, California.


In any event, here I am in our new rented house in Visalia writing this letter to you. My apologies for all the unanswered correspondence, unfilled orders and general lack of communication during the last months. I’m pretty sure I’ll be better at everything this year than I was last.





5 January: Telephone interview on WSPD radio in Toledo OH. Davy Macy hosting. Afterwards I received a note from his producer saying: “It was an interesting conversation, to say the least.


I have a C-60 cassette of the program.



[Image] WSPD Radio Toledo, Ohio.


8 January: Telephone interview over WTKN radio in St. Petersburg FL. Hosted by Jay Marvin at the St. Petersburg fairgrounds, complete with a pair of alleged survivors on hand. A carnival atmosphere, not inappropriately. I’d done an interview once before with this man and didn’t remember him being so hostile. His tack this day was to insist that since his “survivors” had “been there” and I hadn’t, they knew what they were talking about and I didn’t.



[Image] Marvin Jay Cohen, better known by his broadcast name of Jay Marvin is a retired American liberal radio talk show host and writer. Marvin’s a radio lifer who has spit vitriol and leftist politics into countless microphones in cities and towns across the country for nearly three decades. He earned himself the sobriquet “the man you love to hate.” He ranted, he shouted, he was mean. His favorite thing to call listeners was “brain stem.” 


It was a frustrating interview with a loud-mouthed hostile host.


There is a C-90 cassette available.


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[This is the last known video interview of Bradley Smith, an indefatigable proponent of free speech and a supporter and promoter of revisionists, in particular those that have concluded that the so-called “Holocaust” is in actual fact, the “Hoax of the Twentieth Century“.

Bradley sadly passed away at the age of 86, on February 18, 2016  — KATANA]

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Published on Dec 18, 2015



Jim Rizoli for the League of Extraordinary Revisionists interviews Bradley Smith — his 5th in the series.


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Jim Rizoli




Bradley Smith
















Jim: Hi everyone! Jim Rizoli here with Bradley Smith.

And we’re going to be talking to you today. He is one of The League of Extraordinary Revisionists that we have picked out to interview and we have only a few of them. So far, Bradley will be the fifth to be interviewed. And we have a few more we would like to talk to, but we’re very glad we have Bradley with us today.

You live where, Bradley, exactly?


Bradley: I live in Baja, Mexico.


Jim: OK, so you live in Baja, Mexico.


Bradley: Baja Norte.


Jim: Well that’s good. [laughing] We live in Massachusetts so, we are a little far away from you.


Bradley: I’ve never been there.


Jim: Oh, well, you should be glad!

But anyway, we’re very happy that we can interview you because I’ve been familiar with your writings for many years. What I really appreciated about you and your coming into the revisionist movement is you’re like me. I don’t write books. I read a lot. And I talk a lot. But you probably write a lot more than me. I do more talking than writing. So I depend on people like you to inform me of what’s going on, to see how it works.


Bradley: I depend on people like Faurisson.


Jim: Well, that’s what I’m saying. They have written everything about this. OK ,so I don’t have to write anymore. What else can you write. You know, we can just get the message out. I look at like yourself and myself as messengers. We’re the messengers.


Bradley: I agree.


Jim: So we’re good on that.

So Bradley, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your background first of all, your claim to fame, I suppose. But give the audience a little about your background, what you’ve done in your life and from where you come to where you are now.


Bradley: Well, listen. That’s a long story. Your assistant sent me a series of questions and she told me for the background, tell us a little bit about yourself, your family history and your education.

My Family History: I’m from a working class family in South Central Los Angeles, in the thirty’s, where they used to do the riots. When I hear all this talk about poverty now, … It never occurred to me a day when I was a child. The issue of poverty was never there. And we lived in a converted goat shed. The goat shed had been remade. This was in a lot, a regular lot behind a house in South Central. They had a goat shed. Well, they got tired of the goat, so they rebuilt the goat shed to be the kitchen and they added two rooms to the goat shed and a toilet. That’s where I spent my early years.

My character must have been initiated there! [laughing] I slept on the sofa until I was 11 years-old, and then we moved. My father was a boiler maker. My mother was a housewife. I had twin brothers when I was 5 years old, they were born. I still remember the day after, I remember them coming out of the hospital into the parking lot and my mother and father each had a baby. I didn’t understand that, because I didn’t understand that my mother had been pregnant. I had not understood that. As a matter of fact, I didn’t know what “pregnant” was!

So anyway, they managed to get the whooping cough and die a year later.

I remember my mother crying and so forth, but we didn’t go on about it for years.

Oh, by the way, they were both lapsed Catholics. The family was largely Irish and there was some German back somewhere, on my father’s side.




By the way, they grew up in the coal mines of Johnstown, Pennsylvania in the 1890s. My father went to work when he was 10 years-old, in the coal mines. That’s considered a crime against humanity nowadays. But in those days, it wasn’t. This stuff all seems normal to me.

My education: I have to say that I am a graduate of John C. Fremont High School in South Central Los Angeles. And then, it more or less went to the dogs! I didn’t want to go to school when I turned 18. When I turned 17, I graduated. I wanted to go into Marines, but my mommy wouldn’t sign for me. So when I was 18, I joined the Army.

And when I got out in early 1952, I thought to study creative writing at Los Angeles City College. I went to a few classes at night, but one night I showed up and I had to sneeze and I opened my jacket, to take out a handkerchief I had in there, and there was a gasp in the room. It was a classroom. There were probably 20 people there. There was a gasp there, because I had a 38-caliber revolver in a shoulder holster.


Jim: Wow! Oh my goodness!



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