Kurt Vonnegut, German-American Prisoner of War accurately describes Gas Chambers in Fictional Novel

Kurt Vonnegut was a fourth-generation German-American who, as an American prisoner of war, witnessed the fire-bombing of Dresden, Germany, ‘The Florence of the Elbe,’ during World War II and survived to tell the tale.

One of the greatest writers of all time, Vonnegut’s masterpiece Slaughterhouse-Five cited figures and facts reported by respected historian David Irving in his book, The Destruction of Dresden.

Vonnegut describes showers and gassing as an American POW captured by the Germans.

“The naked Americans took their places under many showerheads along a white-tiled wall. There were no faucets they could control. They could only wait for whatever was coming. Their penises were shriveled and their balls were retracted. Reproduction was not the main business of the evening. An unseen hand turned a master valve. Out of the showerheads gushed scalding rain. The rain was a blow-torch that did not warm. It jazzed and jangled Billy’s skin without thawing the ice in the marrow of his long bones. The Americans’ clothes were meanwhile passing through poison gas. Body lice and bacteria and fleas were dying by the billions. So it goes.”

- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Slaughterhouse is a fictional novel, although aspects are autobiographical.

However, it contains more truth within it than almost every Holocaust memoir I’ve read.

The “poison gas” was used to delouse the clothes of Prisoners of War. The showers and life saving gas chambers were completely separate.

Zyklon-B was used to SAVE LIVES, to kill deadly disease carrying lice, and the Allies and the Jews concocted the Big Lie that six million Jews were gassed to death.

I was reading Slaughterhouse Five for the first time in 2007, in the San Francisco hotel lobby waiting to interview Elie Wiesel on the disturbing lies of his I was forced to read in New Jersey public schools. I was a huge fan of Vonnegut’s short stories, and Harrison Bergeron was and is my favorite short story of all time. I bought Vonnegut’s book in San Francisco a day or two earlier.

I knew, being non-religious, that Elie Wiesel’s story was bogus, full of Jewish mysticism, made up characters, a re-enactment of the Crucifiction replacing the three crosses with nooses, made up events, and assorted nonsense. Even the true parts of Elie Wiesel’s Night are the most disturbing and cause one to question history, such as when he describes the Nazis as surgically repairing his (or his father’s, I don’t recall) injured foot at an Auschwitz hospital. What a way to run a “Death Camp.”

At that point in 2007, I didn’t do as much first hand research as I’m doing now, and was not entirely sold on the non-existence of genocidal gas chambers.

I became outraged after reading this part about life saving gas chambers in the modern Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut’s fictional novel and finding it had more truth in it than anything I’d learned in high school.

It would be shocking to find one thousand public school children who know that Zyklon B was used to delouse clothes during the war in order to save the lives of prisoners of war. I would say it would be impossible, especially at the lower grades. It would also be hard to find ten thousand adults on the street who know this truth, but they would all be smeared as “Holocaust Deniers.”

I never got to finish reading Slaughterhouse-Five. A few minutes later, I grabbed Elie Wiesel by the sleeve, pulled him a few steps, immediately let go, backed up, and said “I want to interview you” twice.