My Father was with Patton in WW2. He brought home photographs of several of the camps.
I still have them in the family scrapbook.
There were pictures of incredibly emaciated bodies stacked like cordwood by the hundreds.
There were pictures of rooms stacked to the ceilings with rings, bracelets and necklaces.
I will never doubt the Holocaust.
Three of my great-grandparents and many other relatives of mine were murdered in that way. I have seen the letter from a Jewish organization written to my grandmother after the war, when she wanted to know what became of her elderly parents, that contains what the Nazis called their "Vernichtungsdaten." Extermination Dates. The mind cannot comprehend.
My grandfather made it alive out of Buchenwald, and my father, at age 7, was saved by England and the Kindertransport.
How can anyone doubt the Holocaust?