Review: Operation Finale

They don’t make anti-Semites like they used to. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. But you’d think people who pride themselves on their metaphysical superiority would have more self-respect. Apart from the Nation of Islam, who remain true to the faith by dressing in the suit and bowtie of lower middle-class, small-town European Judenhass circa 1920, American anti-Semites are a sorry mess: a master race of of online mouth-breathers, hiding in their parents’ basements.

The Islamists, given their numbers and technological arsenals, are underachieving too. Hassan Nasrallah, the flower of the resistance, is afraid to come out in case the Jews drop a bomb on his sweaty head. And how tiny Ali Khamenei and Mahmoud Ahmadinijad must feel, and how petty the achievements of al-Qaeda and the Sunni Islamists and Arab nationalists look, when compared to the labours of Adolf Eichmann.

As head of the SS’s Office of Jewish Affairs, Eichmann was a big wheel in the machinery of genocide: aide to Heydrich at the Wannsee Conference, and logistical engineer of the erasure of the Jews from Europe.