Bobby Fischer described the Jews as the epitome of evil, worse than the other evil he railed against — the European colonists who massacred the Native Americans. He thought Israel should be dismantled and the Palestinian nation restored. He believed that organized Jewry conspires to rule the world and controls the governments of the most powerful nations, whom they rule behind the scenes, indeed that they destroy the planet.
In fact he stated that nothing could save the Jews from their abyss of amorality and criminality except accepting Christ. He thought the Holocaust was a hoax.
So far, these opinions are not extraordinary. All of them are in fact shared by many others who voice them outside the MSM, from Brother Nathaniel to David Duke among others, and some of them by even more non-Jews and a few Jews (lapsed or not).
He also thought his sustained persecution, harassment and ostracism and the absurd and cruel imprisonment of nine months in Japan for traveling with a US passport that unbeknownst to him had been revoked by the US were all orchestrated by the vengeful Jewish power. It is highly probable he was right: no criticism of the US would have earned him as much pain as the “price tag” for his virulent attacks on Israel, Jewish power and “Jewishness.”
Bobby Fischer was a high-school dropout (the only subject he applied himself to was geometry) with an IQ of 180 (a certifiable genius), arguably the greatest chess player and innovator and the only one to ever win a game against a computer. He was solitary, with poor social skills and little interests in anything other than chess and its sophisticated mind games and strategies, and the long-range forethought needed to win.
He applied those skills to diagnosing the world’s ills and, on a personal level, to understanding the war waged against him, a war that had made him homeless and more alone than he had even been throughout his childhood — a prisoner of four walls again, inside of which chess remained his only real world. He shone upon the Great Chess Board the pitiless light of his mind and once he analyzed the positions of the pieces he drew his conclusions and came up with his solution: the world needs to exterminate the several hundred thousand Jews in decision-making positions of power, gather up all the rest and put them in re-education camps to unlearn their wicked Jewish ways.
This man of genius was also, by all accounts, a man who had never hurt a fly, one incapable of cruelty, much less on such a scale, one who deplored American and Jewish (Israeli) massacres, in fact a withdrawn and shy man, a loner, definitely not an activist or a revolutionary.
What can explain these statements of his? His critics — legions — claimed he had gone insane, or that he had become an acerbic “self-hating Jew” because he “hated his mother” and other such Freudian palaver.
I happen to think the only thing that can explain Bobby Fischer’s personal Final Solution is chess.
Chess had always been his only world, a complex but clean and orderly world, devoid of ambiguity by being inanimate, one in which you win by eliminating your opponent’s pieces and ultimately paralyzing the “king.” There is no mercy in chess, there are no compromises, no “fuzzy thinking.” Whether his opponent had 16 pieces or “several hundred thousand,” whether the board had 64 squares or was the size of the globe, the strategy was the same to him. He tried to wrap an 8×8 square around the sphere of the globe and thus made it clean and intelligible, and the pieces to be removed would not mess it up for they don’t bleed.
In one of his last interviews in which he gave his views on chess he explained why he had come to hate the game. Having studied it all his life and thought through its theory he had decided that chess is a “preordained” game in which too much depended on your “opening.” From that initial ordering and stacking of forces flowed an almost inexorable win ot loss even if the players were equally skilled and talented. In fact he proposed fundamental changes (many more pieces, perhaps two kings, as suggested once by Capablanca) that would “revive” chess (dead to him by then). One cannot help but wonder if his Final Solution, in its decisiveness (to use a euphemism) was not a necessary “opening” in his eyes.
Bobby Fischer, an awesome and tragic figure beyond chess.