What exactly is it that you're not grasping here? Were those documents PROVEN to be false, and circulated by people with an agenda?
Was Martin Luther a religious fundamentalist who subscribed to literal interpretations of the bible, and hated those who didn't?
The answer to both of those questions is obvious, and cannot be debated, it's just a fact. So through the benefit of hindsight, yes we can all say that we know better than Martin Luther and Henry Ford with regards to the topic we are discussing.
I'm not even going to start a conversation regarding your "white homeland" nonsense, you can start a different thread and see if people want to discuss it. And as for "revealing myself to you peasants", what the hell are you talking about? Is there anything i've said that could possibly indicate that i see myself as one of the "bourgeoisie" or that i'm in hiding here?
We are on an anonymous and informal internet forum, i don't see you "revealing yourself" either. Am i supposed to sign off each post with a name, address and photograph? I'm in the UK, anyone with a burning desire to discuss this face to face with me, is welcome to do so though.
The UK? The once great Empire that was manipulated into a war by the same people who now goad the US into every war on earth? The drunk, Churchill, and his war against his Germanic cousins brought about the final end of the once mighty British Empire.
And what part of the Empire did your people migrate from? India, Pakistan, or worse?
Even Shakespeare railed against these people. Here's the non-PC version of his famous words (see last line).
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for her self
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in a silver sea
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Feared by their breed and famous for their birth,
Renow1This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for her self
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in a silver sea
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Feared by their breed and famous for their birth,
Renownèd for their deeds as far from home
For Christian service and true chivalry
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry