Please note: This title has been banned in Canada!
The essay below is a condensation and synthesis of the "Introduction" and "Preface to the Third Edition" of a previously published Michael Hoffman II title.
We bring it here in place of a review, because the author's voice and passion reflect the content of this volume much better than a standard book review could do.
How is it that a man whose entire reason for being is one of love for his own kind (the root of the word kindness) and who sacrificed a lucrative graphic arts career and advertising business handling six-figure accounts and earning a reputation conceded even by his enemies as a master of artp;who sacrificed all of this for love of his peoplep;is libeled as a man of hate?
How is it that a young German immigrant takes on the entire Canadian establishment in a trial that was supposed to be a walk-over for the System's media hoax, and rocks the world with shocking revelations of fraud, cover-ups, massive impostures and confessions from the leading Exterminationist academics and "survivors" totally subversive of their bizarre gas chamber cult?
How is it that a nation like Canada, which is supposed to pride itself on its Rationality, respect for free and fair debate and protection of free speech, sentenced Zündel to 15 months in an Ontario gulag for the "crime" of having published a work of history inconvenient to a racist elite's enshrined orthodoxy?
I hope to elucidate the answers to the preceding in this writing which
is a study of the Great Holocaust Trial, a groundwork for an assimilation
of the existing genesis, conduct and aftershock of this Stalinist anomaly,
which for almost three months (Jan. 7 to March 25, 1985) thrust forth the
tattered and seldom-seen banner of Veritas upon a world drunk on
boob-tube "history" and cowed and controlled newspaper "facts."
Even as of this writing, Zündel and the revisionist cause remain a
subject of front page attention and comment in Canada. Try as they might
to exorcise the phantom of stalwart defiance, Zündel and revisionism
have had an indelible impact which bodes ill for the inquisitors, whose
megalomania instigated what Noam Chomsky called the "disgrace"
of arresting and trying a dissident publisher.
For the first time in modern history, the consensus reality most accurately
described as Exterminationism was tested and challenged in a court of law.
Granted, the judge was little more than a merchant and a bully, the prosecutor
an errand boy, and the jury a group of well-meaning middle-class Canadians.
The verdict was guilty and the media, "Holocaust" racketeers
and political prostitutes tooted their tin horn for all they were worth
in crowing over Zündel's conviction.
But it seemed to this reporter that the horn-toodling was a trifle louder
than necessary, even in so ballyhooed a case as this one, and the editorials
demanding deportation of this "horrible lying creature," more
vindictive than called for. The whole ceremony had about it the ring of
hollowness and deep insecurity, as if somewhere in the sub-cellar of the
collective psyche of Canadap;and of the West itselfp;the memory
of the incredible confessions extracted from Friedman, Hilberg and Vrba
by the jugular-throat cross examination of defense lawyer Doug Christie
could not be dismissed or laid to rest.
Try as they might, the Canadian public and even the media cannot seem to
shake the meretricious testimony of the prosecution's witnesses. Neither
do they seem able to explain away the preponderance of destabilizing suppressed
facts and information offered by distinguished men of science and medicine
who testified for the defense: Dr. William Bryan Lindsey, the chemical
research scientist, and Dr. Russell W. Barton, senior attending physician
at a major New York hospital; of the other defense witnesses including
Auschwitz eyewitness and Dresden holocaust survivor Thies Christophersen.
Consensus reality is a fragile phenomenon. Its foundation necessarily lies
upon mob psychology, not empirical fact, and it is firm in its hegemony
only so long as it gives every indication of being all-pervasive and infallible.
The roots of revolution are deep in the subconscious of a modern public
already sick to death of never-ending "Holocaust" propaganda,
with its seriocomic soap opera theatrics, Newspeak buzzwords, sadomasochistic
pornography, cry-on-cue melodrama, defamation of the German people and,
by extension, the whole of our civilization.
This is all the hoaxers have as an "answer" to the revisionist
revelations within the Great Holocaust Trial. This is the only way they
can respond to all the radical questions it has raised and the bedrock
of previously censored facts it has unearthed. The Zionists can only turn
up the volume on their hysterics and run those hideous, self-indicting
Hollywood movies over and over and over again.
How pathetic they are, and how doomed to defeat. Slinking away from debate,
hiding behind a judge's robes and the scene-flats of tinsel town, the "Holocaust"
hoaxers have an inevitable appointment with destiny. The seeds of their
denouement were planted with Ernst Christof Friedrich Zündel, son
of Swabian lumberjacks and peasants.
On a snowy Sunday, on the eve of his (first) judicial ordeal, Ernst announced
to a small circle of friends: "When this trial is over, the Holocaust
hoax will be known as Before Zündel and After Zündel."
The proof of that prophecy lies in the renaissance of enthusiasm, solidarity
and determination that has arisen among the rapidly swelling ranks of revisionists
world-wide, who are coming out of seclusion to form an unbeatable coalition
of activist truth-seekers, eager to confront nothing less than the mind-polluters
and enslavers of humanity.
He found his vocation in awakening his own German people to the reservoir
of nobility and humanity of which they have always been the paradigm of
Europe. Refusing to let them acquiesce to the Mark of Cain and the blood
libels of an evil communications system, he rallied them in a storm of
passion and against all odds, to do battle with a foe as formidable as
the process of dissolution itself. His dedication is indicative of the
world-wide resistance network of the undefeated known as the Revisionist
Revolution. He is for the West what Alexander Solzhenitsyn is for the East:
a crusader who, through the power of his underground, dissident press (Samisdat)
is helping to turn the tide for humanity.
I give you, in these next pages, Ernst Zündel, Exhibit A, in the way
in which men personify natural forces. Despite every kind of opposition,
he continues to put himself on the linep;year-in and year-out, for
freedom of speech and the renaissance of his people.
"How many divisions has the Pope?" asked Stalin with contempt.
The Zionists must have asked the same of Zündel's in equally mocking
tones.
History will answer, in the not-too-distant future, that Zündel's
divisions were the words that marched across his printed pages. Their prowess
shall unravel a universe of lies.
There is something archetypal about Ernst Zündel; like an elemental
force, he cascades ever onwardupbeat, optimistic, relentless. There
is something strained, contrived or unnatural about the coming destruction
of Babylon the Great.