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January 7, 1998

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

". . . The month of December, 1997, was a busy month for me. I had several appointments to keep with various medical doctors, needed eye examinations etc. Appointment chased appointment. I felt a little like a hamster on a treadmill in those weeks.

All the while I had to prepare the groundwork for the continued cross-examination of word twister Gary Prideaux who, to the surprise of no one, found "hate" and "suggestions of violence" in the strangest, most unexpected words and places in documents posted on the Zundelsite.

As a by-product of these government "expert witnesses" and what they find and say, an interesting pattern develops: ever-rising amounts of grants these traveling, highly paid "experts" get from government censorship agencies, after they do the bidding of Human Rights Commissions etc., in exchange for depriving the targeted dissidents of their human rights and freedoms. Not once in my long revolving door career as Canada's Permanently Accused have I ever seen these government hirelings embarrassed the least bit about their aid-and-abet censorship activities!

This is a bit of a sidebar and detour from the main body of this Power letter, but important to keep in mind - which is the industry that is springing up around ways and means to enhance one's career by selling tailor-made expert witness testimony.

Professor Hilberg earned tens of thousands of dollars for his "expertise" in mine and various other court cases around the world. Professor Browning got in the neighborhood $20,000 in the 1988 Great Holocaust Trial, and in the most recent Zündel Human Rights Tribunal case, Professor Prideaux admitted equally to a princely stipend for trying to deprive me of my intellectual freedom.

It is noteworthy that all these men were Americans, as was, of course, Irene Helen Zundel. All had no problems whatsoever when it came to ignoring the sacred First Amendment rights and other American traditions of freedom and protection from state intervention in order to help persecute and shut down, incarcerate, and ultimately have a man deported, if possible, from Canada for doing what has been a sacred right in America for centuries - to speak one's mind without fear of official sanctions from the all-powerful state.

Prideaux admitted that he got the largest grant apparently ever given by the government to a "linguist." It seems that, like magic, his grants increased every time he, an American, helped "get" a Canadian dissident! It was very obvious to me that Canada's special interest groups have evolved a pretty slick system of silencing people they don't like while having the taxpayers pick up the tab.

Next came the government's "communications or Internet expert", a very self-assured, self-made man called Ian Angus, who also said all the right things in all the right places. He even found a dictionary - used, he claimed, by everybody in the telecommunications industry.

That was a strange claim, for not a single bookstore in Toronto carried that dictionary, and not a single computer-software bookstore had heard about it. Only one lone library in Toronto listed a copy, but it was out on a loan.

Maybe our opposition had checked it out?

Based on one of my volunteer's recollection of her frantic search, we went to Book City, to Lichtman's Bookstore, to the Engineering Library, to all the libraries of the University of Toronto. The dictionary was utterly unknown. No copies were to be found in any branches of the Greater Toronto Library System. We went to Robart's Library, to the Library of Victoria University, an adjunct to the University of Toronto. The illusive dictionary was ultimately found in the Toronto Research Library-in the area for teenager oriented, less-than-serious books!

This is significant-and telling! As people familiar with this attempt at censorship of the Internet will recall, the main claim of the censors is that the Internet is ". . . like a telephone".

So naturally, the first thing that my legal research team did was to zero in on this dictionary's definition of a "telephone."

They found the following:

Definition of a "telephone": 1. An invention of the devil. 2. The most intrusive device ever invented. 3. The biggest time waster of all time, as in: "What did you do all day?" "Nothing, just spent the day on the phone." 4. Also a truly remarkable invention.

This goofy dictionary was used by the government's "expert"! When my lawyers first read me the above definitions, I thought that they were kidding!

When Doug Christie started reading from it in the courtroom, quoting the "invention of the devil" thing, it embarrassed the panel of judges and even some of the lawyers to no end. They had obviously assumed that we would not find a copy, but we did.

When Doug Christie asked Expert Angus about the obvious lack of seriousness of such a source for such an important matter potentially impacting on all of Canada with this "instrument of the devil" definition and other similar "scientific" explanations, the expert smiled serenely and was ready with a series of glib answers!

It was simply astounding-almost surreal!

Doug Christie took him by the nape of his neck, to put it euphemistically, and led him to other and more professional dictionary definitions from every major dictionary-to trade and special jargon dictionaries put out by Bell Telephone and others, even all the way back to patent registrations and definitions.

For days, the word and definition wrestling continued, while I saw thousands of dollars-mine and the Canadian taxpayers'-being drained down that sinkhole called "Canadian Human Rights Tribunal." What a monumental sham!

Mr. Angus marshaled his defences and made his explanations, like one of Pavlov's dogs, repeating the definitions the Human Rights Commission needed for its case. He used an elaborate system of computer-generated slides, which he projected on a Tribunal-supplied screen via a special projector, which apparently was rented by the Human Rights Commission for $500-$600 a day! Evidently they thought that that would be impressive-that the proverbial bull ___ (fill in the blank!) would baffle brains.

As our own freedom-of-speech antidote, we simply projected the Zundelsite onto that same screen - stored, as you will remember and we never let them forget! - on a US-based server in California! We even asked the government's own expert to do the work for us!

He begged off blushingly. His own computer, he argued, was not software-programmed for that kind of application!

That did not upset us. We knew a remedy.

We spent some anxious hours after court tracking down and finally, at 10 p.m., renting from a Jewish computer store owner, located in the suburbs, a brand new $5,000 laptop, which was then programmed during the night. We set it up for Mr. Angus and, via the government's own expert, proudly displayed to a packed courtroom and to the astonished media, the by now world-famous Zundelsite!

And what a sight it was-with the American flag proudly waving away in live motion on every single one of its 2,000 documents, and with the First Amendment protection quote acting like a big middle finger right in the face of those Canadian abusers of freedom!

It was a glorious display! Few times in history has censorship-happy official Canada been so shamed for selling out to special interests! It was worth the money and effort, believe me! It was worth it ten times over!

As I sat there, I thought of all my many American friends and supporters who have helped me for so many years, and I wished they could have been there to see Old Glory flutter proudly in the cyber breeze like the beacon of hope it has become to a beleaguered world!

For hours and hours, the exasperated government expert was forced to call up those documents, pictures, excerpts and graphics stored on the Zundelsite, refuting the Holocaust swindle!

The Tribunal Chairman seemed to get ever more agitated, especially as the "soap story" file was called up, which refuted all the outrageous claims made, along with all the perjured stories taken as "truth", especially during the Nuremberg trials! It irked him visibly, because the soap story is "hateful to the Jews," the complaint filed against me says! Well, it proved hateful to the Germans!

Next, we invited them to see all the pictures of the anti-German propaganda-of the Germans as butcher shop owners, displaying and selling human body parts like arms, legs, hearts, kidneys and heads hanging from meat hooks! There were the pictures of the blood libel not only of the Second World war but of the First World War, of the "crucified Canadian soldier", of dozens of photographs of Belgian babies who allegedly had their hands cut off by the German monsters, by the dreaded "Hun"!

As I sat there, I really wondered what must be going on in the heads of these lawyers and Tribunal members! One could not detect a flicker of emotions in any of them! In all the years of being dragged through courts, in pleading for relief from anti-German propaganda in its endless, myriad forms, I have never seen a human reaction by any of my tormentors! It always was as if my judges and prosecutors were incapable of any human feelings or compassion. None ever showed any empathy, regardless of how passionately, logically or graphically I presented the German side of the story. It was as if all these University-trained people had been lobotomized by their education!

No, I should correct that-it did happen once! During the early Postal Tribunal hearing in 1981, one Tribunal chairman got it right when he stated in a ruling that the government should not interfere in this inter-ethnic struggle between Sabina Citron and Ernst Zündel, for it was a struggle and an issue ". . . involving two peoples, the Germans and the Jews."

Thought for the Day:

"I grew up under the Allied spell that implied all Germans were Nazis and painted the Nazis as fire-breathing dragons from Hell. That nonsensical view is behind me. I do not endorse National SOCIALISM of any kind. I'm a free-market advocate. These Nizkorites - or whatever they call themselves - are going to make "Nazi" a term of honour one of these days. When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?"

(Letter to the Zundelsite)