My mother recalled her final moments with her son, my brother, in Auschwitz. As he and his father were separated from her, the 5 1/2 year old boy turned to his mother and asked: ‘Mommy, are we going to live or die?’ She didn't answer that question, but she found it within herself to save many others
Denying the Holocaust doesn't necessarily mean baldly saying it didn't happen. Denial can be accomplished by false parallel, and often is. Indeed, the whole shoddy business can be made to look quite "civilised"