The Persecutor's Persecution Complex

All the same, you need only consider, a little more closely, the pretty puss of the average kike, male or female, to remember it forever.... Those spying eyes, lyingly pale...that uptight smile...those livestocky lips that recall: a hyena.... And then out of nowhere there's that look that drifts, heavy, leaden, stunned...the nigger's blood that flows.... Those twitchy naso-labial commisures...twisted, furrowed, downward curving, defensive, hollowed by hate and disgust...for you!...for the abject animal of the enemy race, accursed, to be destroyed.... Their nose, the "toucan" beak of the swindler, the traitor, the felon...the sordid schemes, the betrayals, a nose that points to, lowers toward, and falls over their mouths, their hideous slots, that rotten banana, their croissant, their filthy kike grins, boorish, slimy, even in beauty pageants, the very outline of a sucking snout: the Vampire.... It's pure zoology!...elementary!... It's your blood these ghouls are after!... It's enough to make you scream...to shudder, if you have the least inkling of instinct left in your veins, if anything still moves around in your meat and your head, other than pasty lukewarm rhetoric, stuffed with cunning little tricks, the gray suit of bloodless clichés, marinated in alcohol.... Grins of the kind you find on Jewish pusses, understand, aren't improvised, they don't date from yesterday or from the Dreyfus Affair.... They erupt from the depths of the ages, to terrify us, to draw us into miscegenation, into bloody Talmudic mires and, finally, into the Apocalypse!...
- Louis-Ferdinand Céline

I've read two books by Céline. I quite enjoyed Death on the Installment Plan, with its elliptical style and apocalyptic flights of fancy. I was less fond of Journey to the End of the Night. Neither has any anti-Semitic content.

Interestingly, despite Céline's invective against the ugliness of Jews, he once had an affair with a Jewish gymnastics instructor named Cillie Pam. The above quote is taken from a New York Review of Books article on Céline's anti-Semitism. Here's another excerpt:

Pam, who was Jewish, married and had a son. Destouches, who wrote in his free time, became famous shortly after their brief affair, his first novel, Voyage au bout de la nuit, published at the end of 1932 under the pseudonym “Céline” (his maternal grandmother’s first name), proving an enormous success. In February 1939, Destouches received word that Pam had lost her husband: he had been seized, sent to Dachau, and killed. On February 21, Destouches wrote to Pam, who had fled abroad:

Dear Cillie,

What awful news! At least you’re far away, on the other side of the world. Were you able to take a little money with you? Obviously, you’re going to start a new life over there. How will you work? Where will Europe be by the time you receive this letter? We’re living over a volcano.

On my side, my little dramas are nothing compared to yours (for the moment), but tragedy looms nonetheless….

Because of my anti-Semitic stance I’ve lost all my jobs (Clichy, etc.) and I’m going to court on March 8. You see, Jews can persecute too.

Céline's persecution complex is typical of anti-Semites. As Nietzsche wrote, "Anti-Semites—another name for the 'underprivileged'." They bitch and moan about being "persecuted for their beliefs," as if, to use Céline's example, being ostracised for incitement to genocide is equivalent to being murdered for having a Jewish grandparent. Maybe in literature.