ZGram - 4/14/2002 - "Audre Pinque: 1957 - 2002" - Part I

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Copyright (c) 2002 - Ingrid A. Rimland

ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny

April 14, 2002

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Last night, very late, Ernst and I came back from Alabama where we 
attended a memorial of one of our cyber comrades, Audre Pinque, the 
victim of a fatal car collision on March 12.

I will send you yesterday's ZGram as well as today's in two parts, as 
I have lately been often forced to do, only partly due to time 
constraints.  As an intro, I am sending you a copy of what I wrote in 
the March issue of "Lebensraum", the publication for my financial 
supporters.

The follow-up is going to be a brief description of the memorial itself.

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=46rom Ingrid's Desk

This "Lebensraum" issue is going to be dedicated to the memory of my 
sweet friend and cyber intifada comrade, known to the world as 
"Mackenzie" or "Natalie" and to her close friends as Audre.

With Audre's sudden death, the revisionist community has lost one of 
the most effective and enthusiastic Soldiers of Truth they could have 
ever hoped for.  I doubt that any of us can fully grasp that Audre is 
no more.  She has made an enormous impact on and change to 
Revisionism in that she translated Revisionism into responsible yet 
passionate political action - and thus made a real difference in this 
war-torn, battered world, especially in the Arab countries.

=1FAudre's promising career as an international revisionist activist 
was snuffed out on March 12 in a two-car collision on a rainy evening 
in a small town in Alabama.  I learned about it the next morning. 
Immediately, I sent out a Bulletin ZGram, followed in the evening 
with a regular ZGram I had written through blurred vision:

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I write this with a very heavy heart.

As I informed my readers this morning, the Internet's "Bully Buster" 
- also  known as Mackenzie/Natalie/Audre - was killed last night in a 
car collision.  It seems to have been a true accident.

Audre was traveling with her entire family - her disabled father, her 
handicapped brother, and her two teenage sons - to nearby Huntsville, 
Alabama, to celebrate Jonathan's, her adopted son's. birthday.  She 
approached a dangerous  intersection on a hill that had seen several
accidents before.  She was the driver.  Another car, traveling at 
high speed, collided with her car on the driver's side, and she was 
killed instantly.

This morning, when I was told of the accident by Dr. Robert Countess, 
who lives nearby and is a close friend of the family, I learned that 
her father was still in intensive care.  Apparently the other three 
passengers were hurt but not requiring hospitalization.

I believe that I was Audre's closest female friend.  We corresponded 
daily, sometimes as often as four or five times a day.  I knew more 
about her than most people knew, and when I am composed enough, I 
will tell you of the very special person that she was.  This girl was 
not ready to die.  She had plans to go to Palestine.  She said she 
longed to see the Holy Land, to stare down the Israeli Bully, and let 
the world know by raw example what guts and courage meant.

Her funeral is going to be on Sunday.  My heart just aches for that 
devastated family, especially her two young sons.

Do me a favor - don't send her flowers.  We will make sure her casket 
will have flowers.  A simple card with genuinely felt emotions will 
do.  I know that the family is in very serious financial 
difficulties, and they are going to be devastated, losing not only 
the only one who held the family together, who did all the cooking, 
cleaning, washing but also the only real financial support that they 
had.  (...)

All day long, messages of shock and grief have poured onto my desk 
top.  When I am calm enough, I will make a special ZGram of those 
letters.  For now, let me just finish this sad ZGram by quoting you 
my Thought for the Day, sent by a Revisionist attorney friend who 
called himself "Mackenzie's senior advisor" and who cautioned her 
severely just a few days ago not to risk life and limb by going all 
the way to Palestine.  He put it poignantly when he learned of her 
sudden death:

"I guess she made it to the Holy Land after all."

[END]

I first met Audre at the most recent IHR Convention in May of 2000. 
I was standing with a group of friends in the lobby of the hotel 
where the convention was just about to begin when I spotted Bradley 
Smith, accompanied by a young woman and two pre-teen boys, one as 
blond as any Aryan kid could be, the other one so black that he 
seemed blue.  Bradley introduced us, and I still see Audre in my 
mind's memory as if it happened yesterday - her entire face was 
glowing with eagerness, anticipation and joy that she had come to 
this convention.  She looked vibrant and alert, and I liked her 
instantly.  I am always a bit awkward when I meet a stranger, and I 
said, to bridge the silence as we stood there, looking at each other: 
"Oh, I see you're babysitting..." thinking that she had brought her 
son's black friend along for company.

"Oh, no," said Audre, sprightly.  "That's my own kid.  That's Jonathan."

I don't remember anything else of Audre at that convention except 
that I kept looking at the black youngster, thinking that there was 
no way that he could be her son.  There was not a drop of white blood 
in that kid.  Sometime later, I found out she had adopted Jonathan 
from Haiti.  As I got to know her better sometime later through 
email, I learned that, at a time when she had not a penny to her name 
and didn't know where her next meal was coming from, she had simply 
clutched onto a half-starved, near-death baby and never let go again. 
To do a thing like that was just like Audre.  Impulsiveness was 
probably her strongest trait.  Needy kids simply melted her heart.

When she adopted Jonathan, she herself had just given birth to a baby 
boy, the result of a sizzling romance with an Australian who 
cold-heartedly deserted her, either before or right after their 
planned wedding - the sequence of that heartbreak is a bit murky in 
my mind.  So here she was, a single mother, trying to raise two 
babies - literally as different as night and day.  Somehow, through a 
series of poor investment decisions and subsequent financial 
disasters, she ended up in Mexico - not only with her two own boys 
but with her disabled father and handicapped brother.

While there, she went through incredibly difficult times.  She 
learned to feed her family on $2 a week and made ends meet where 
there were hardly any ends to meet.  For five long years, she slept 
on the floor on a mattress, unable to afford a bed.  She made 
meatballs without meat and drank from plastic yoghurt cups.  She told 
me all that, laughingly.

A few weeks after this convention where we met, she sent me an essay 
where she described how she had met Bradley Smith in Mexico, so broke 
that - as she put it - she would have worked for Lucifer.  And 
Bradley, to Audrey, had horns.  As she later confessed, she was sure 
he was a "full-blown Nazi" - who else but a "Nazi" would get involved 
with challenging the "Holocaust"?  This essay she sent me was 
exceptionally well written - genuine, honest, funny and yet with a 
strong moral depth.  This young woman, I could tell, had real writing 
talent.

I wrote back and told her that I was a writer and I could recognize 
she had a way with words.  My compliments made Audre walk on clouds. 
In a flash, she shipped me back a second essay where she described 
how she had gone to Germany to visit Dachau and how that visit had 
indoctrinated her.  My computer has swallowed that essay, but 
recently she wrote a similar account that summarizes pretty closely 
what she told me in that communiqu=EB:

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As recently as May 1999, this writer's worldview was as well informed 
and educated as any American who endeavors to have a worldview. I 
knew, for example, that the Arab world teemed with backward, brutal 
men, cringing women and dirty babies. I knew that an Arab would cheat 
you at the slightest opportunity or slit your throat for sport. Their 
culture was a blot on the global map, their religion a work of 
madness, and their society a cesspool of deceit and deviance. They 
were ruthless, I was sure, cunning and intent on forcing their evil 
faith on Infidels in every corner of the world.

I also knew for certain that Israel had every right to defend itself 
against these barbarians, whose lust for Jewish blood was exceeded 
only by their hatred of Christians and their condemnation of Jesus 
Christ. I understood perfectly well the need for a Jewish state, 
where Jews from all over the world could live in safety, sheltered 
from an anti-Semitic world of hatred and pogroms, a world that 
eventually spiraled out of control, zealously and systematically 
murdering six million Jews in the Nazi gas chambers of World War Two.

I visited Dachau and Auschwitz where I shivered before images of Nazi 
soldiers, human machines of terror, brutality and death. Much like 
the sadistic Arabs, Hitler youth were taught terror and brutality at 
a young age, I was told, raising German Shepherd puppies to 
adulthood, then breaking their necks, killing their trusting canines 
with their bare hands on the orders of their superiors.  They marched 
in unison to the beat of an ugly, racist, anti-Semitic drum with 
glassy-eyes, salivating dreams of conquering the world.  I knew that 
every German was a potential Nazi to this day.

I believed that ordinary Germans had closed their eyes to the 
suffering of the Jews during WWII, had ignored the stench of the 
death camps and were delighted to take up arms against Jewish 
escapees. Only a tiny few Righteous Gentiles had risked helping Jews 
destined to die. The hatred of Jews was inherent in Germans, I was 
convinced, like a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

I knew that the Jews had done for the Holy Land what thousands of 
years of Stone Age, nomadic culture had failed to do. The new 
Israelis went forth into a barren land and through their genius, 
ingenuity and love for their biblical Israel they created an oasis. 
With spiritual guidance they pushed the desert back, and with 
tenderness and joy they caused the land to bloom and bear fruit.

I knew all of this. It was all fact, taught to me through history 
books and novels, reinforced by the media, Hollywood and museums, 
maintained by moral adherence to our Judea-Christian traditions and 
never, ever questioned - until May 1999, when I stumbled blindly into 
a nether world of doubt, discovery and defiance, a world of scholars, 
historians, clergy and daredevils who quietly, deliberately and with 
exactitude, tore my world view asunder.

I had unwittingly been lured into a forbidden counter-culture; the 
world of historical truth.

Nearly three years later, after an often-times agonizing, always 
shocking re-education I find myself armed with the truth, fighting 
shoulder to shoulder with truth-seekers around the world, who 
struggle against the enormity of a hundred years of lies, who 
struggle against the giant deception, working to turn our world away 
from an abyss of self-destruction and back to sane reality, back to 
the Truth.

We are labeled hateful, anti-Semitic, unpatriotic, vicious, bigoted 
and insensitive, but we are never told that we are incorrect.

[END]

There you have Audre.  If I want to describe her, I would say she was 
"real".  At all times, she wore her heart on her sleeve.  Once she 
realized she had been lied to, she made a resolute U-turn and and 
never again looked back.  As happens to so many of us, a lifetime of 
"liberal" platitudes were shed once she encounter the deception.

To encourage her writing ability, I dipped into my war chest and 
offered her $100 each for the next four revisionist essays.  It was 
one of the best investments that I ever made.  Audre was off and 
flying.  Next, a supporter bought her a computer.  She never got her 
feet back on the ground.  A keyboard became an extension of Audre.

She was a quick study and took to Revisionism like the proverbial 
duck takes to water.  She was all over the Net.  It seemed she made 
an international name for herself in just a few short weeks.  I have 
never known any Revisionist so joyfully, incredibly prolific.

Our friendship quickly solidified, and after some six months or so I 
once counted the letters she wrote me - believe it or not, a total of 
800+.  Words simply tumbled through her fingertips onto her keyboard. 
With her emails and in her work with cyber groups, she was all over 
the place.

I talked to her repeatedly to give her cyber career some focus, 
consistency and direction.  I encouraged her to make her own 
"ZGram"-like imprint, and after many back-and-forth communiqu=EAs, we 
came up with the name "Truth Seeking Missiles:  Circling the Globe in 
Defense of Truth, Justice and Freedom".  We also came up with a 
description of the enemy - he was "The Bully", and she and her kids 
were a Threesome, "busting the Bully."  Together, we designed a Bully 
Buster Certificate, and Ernst and I were the first ONE who received 
an honorary one each.  We had plans to market bumper stickers, key 
chains and other trinket items that would spread the word that the 
Bully was out there that had to be contained.  Meanwhile, she wrote 
and wrote and wrote!  And with what passion she wrote!  Her Internet 
Truth Seeking Missiles are legend:

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Truth Seeking Missile:  Circling the Globe in Defense of Truth, 
Justice & Freedom

May 14, 2001

=46IRE ELEVEN!

The Dirty Little Secret by MacKenzie Paine

May 15th is Israel's "Independence Day." Such a strange name for the 
occupation of Palestine, which began more than fifty years ago and 
aggressively continues today.

"Independence from whom?" one has to ask. While the world will be 
expected to reverently bow our heads in commemoration of this solemn 
date I wonder if Sharon will take a break from his murderous 
activities, or will heighten them in celebration of Zionist 
"Independence." Whichever way Sharon lumbers, this year, finally, I 
don't think the rest of the world will stand humbly by, heads bowed, 
reverently reciting the Zionist line of "Never again."

The so-called peace negotiations between Israel and the Palestinians 
have deteriorated into classic Sharon terror and brutality, backed by 
our client regime in Washington DC, ignored by our media and 
applauded by The Bully's deranged supporters in the US and Europe. 
But there is a dirty little secret that is bubbling to the surface 
around the world, the secret that could pierce The Bully's underbelly 
like a knife through warm butter. The Bully has denied the most basic 
rights to anyone who knows this dirty little secret. The Bully has 
made sure that those in the know are locked up in jails, their 
families terrorized, their homes fire-bombed. The Bully issues death 
threats, forces through legislation that forbids the truth in courts 
of law - even murders those who would tell the world The Bully's 
dirty little secret. But with all the terror tactics, censorship laws 
and brute force, even The Bully cannot prevent the truth from 
prevailing.

What is this dirty little secret, you ask? I will tell you, but
first I must warn you to keep your eyes wide open and your hands away 
from your ears. Don't get faint. The Palestinian people need us to 
slice through that warm butter, to bring The Bully down once and for 
all, and it will take all of us using all of our might to do so.

If you can't stand the heat or can't face the truth, you'll have more 
Palestinian blood on your hands and that nation of innocents could 
perish from the earth. The Palestinians will never succumb to 
slavery, so The Bully will have to kill them all.

Okay, take a deep breath now and be brave! Here's the dirty little secret.

The German nation and the Nazi government did NOT have a plan for 
mass extermination of Jews during WWII. I repeat, there was never a 
plan for the mass extermination of Jews during WWII. Further, it has 
been proven by some of the bravest souls on earth - scientifically, 
historically, demographically, through diligent research and in spite 
of The Bully's brutal oppression - that the Nazis did NOT gas 
6,000,000 Jews during WWII! They didn't gas one million Jews! No one 
was gassed. The established version of WWII-the Zionist
version-which puts Jews front and center and makes their suffering 
unique, is a lie. It's The Bully's lie and that's what The Bully 
cannot afford to have the masses know.

That's the dirty little secret, and that's what is getting out.

If you don't believe me, high-tail it right now to your nearest 
holocaust museum or holocaust studies class and demand solid proof 
that the Germans had a plan and a weapon for the mass extermination 
of Jews.

You know what they'll show you? Photographs of piles of shoes and 
eyeglasses. These were gathered by wartime Germany for recycling, but 
The Bully will tell you the former owners were gassed.

They'll show you photographs of piles of hair that were used by 
wartime Germany's navy as a sealant on submarines, but The Bully will 
tell you the hair was shorn just before folks were gassed. (They were 
actually being deloused, to protect their lives from Typhus!)

They'll show you photographs of people standing around or getting off 
of trains and tell you that the people in the photos are about to be 
gassed. Anyone with half a clue can see that these are actually just 
photographs of people standing around or getting off of trains.

They'll show you horrible photographs of piles of emaciated bodies 
and tell you that these poor souls were gassed. More than FORTY 
MILLION people perished during WWII, so getting photographs of 
unfortunate victims wouldn't have been terribly difficult. How does 
that prove that they were all Jewish and they were all gassed?

Do as our beloved and brilliant Professor Faurisson has been doing 
for decades. Demand to see a photograph of a homicidal gas chamber. 
(The so-called "gas chamber" at Auschwitz is a post war reproduction, 
courtesy of the Red Army.) The Bully can't show you a single 
photograph of a wartime homicidal gas chamber, even though they have 
photographs of shoes, eyeglasses and hair. Want to make an educated 
guess as to why?

The Bully will beat its chest and roar about the Nuremberg Trials, 
which "proved" the "holocaust." Take a look - it doesn't even have to 
be a close look - at the transcripts from these "trials" and you will 
find proof that they were nothing more than Soviet show trials, 
denounced at the time by US statesmen and Judges. The only thing the 
Nuremberg Trials prove is that The Bully denies justice and truth, 
whenever it deems necessary.

Instead of providing solid evidence of the mass extermination of 
Jews, The Bully will push you to listen to "survivor" testimony. 
Listening to "survivor" testimony boils down to being a captive 
audience for people with no proof they were ever incarcerated in a 
concentration camp, with absolutely no evidence of the crimes they 
supposedly witnessed or endured and with no credentials as experts on 
the "holocaust" stories. Ask them to testify under oath with your 
right to cross-examine them and you will be shunned as an 
"anti-Semitic holocaust denier." (Survivors) are professional 
libelers of
the German people who are rarely held accountable for the deplorable, 
unproven, malignant accusations they propagate.

Jews suffered during WWII. Many, many Jews died. But so did millions 
of servicemen fighting for their countries. So did millions of other 
civilians from disease, starvation and brutal attacks on civilian 
populations by both the Allied and Axis powers. Jewish suffering 
during WWII was NOT unique. The Bully cannot provide one solitary 
piece of scientific, historical or demographic evidence to prove its 
version of history. It can only scowl and threaten, imprison and 
murder, oppress and suppress.

But the truth is coming out.

If you want unique suffering, you need look no farther than the 
Palestinians. For more than half a century The Bully has been 
shooting babies in the face, shooting little boys who throw stones, 
murdering women and children, butchering men on their way to work, 
bulldozing houses while families sleep, carving trenches around 
villages to cut them off from the rest of the world, bombing houses, 
assassinating activists and silencing any critics.

It is time to denounce The Bully's lies with all of our moral fiber, 
together. Our humanity, in the face of such terror and injustice, 
demands it of us. Arm yourselves with the truth. The Bully cannot, 
any longer, silence us all. There are millions who know the dirty 
little secret. It is up to us to expose it, to pierce The Bully's 
underbelly with the Truth.

May 15th is Israeli Occupation Day.  Spread the Truth and we can set 
the Palestinians free. Only then will we be true to the phrase "Never 
again."

[END]

One of Audre's Truth Seeking Missiles zeroed in on Dr. Ibrahim 
Alloush, an American-educated Palestinian whose passionate struggle 
for his people's liberation matched her own.  Dr. Alloush knew a few 
sprinklings about Revisionism but did not see a connection between 
his own outreach work on behalf of his own, brutalized people and 
World War II revisionism. Audre changed that in a flash.  It was 
Audre who convinced Dr. Alloush to put on a revisionist conference in 
the Arab countries and then went after the IHR guys - sometimes 
facetiously referred to as Institute for Harmless Revisionists for 
their super-cautious political stance - to let them know what she had 
done, and to please follow up!  She was like that;  she had big plans 
- details were incidental.  Our Audre was that bridge to make 
revisionism relevant in the beleaguered Arab countries.

The Bully plain freaked out when word leaked out there would be a 
revisionist convention in Lebanon where leading Arab writers and 
intellectuals would learn why the West was so willing to underwrite 
the struggle on the Israeli side:  it was the artificially induced 
Western guilt about the so-called "Holocaust".  All kinds of 
diplomatic levers were pushed to stop that revisionist conference - 
the rest, of course, is history.

Dr. Alloush paid his tribute to Audre's impact on the Arab countries 
with the following:

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And so it was that only a few hours before she died Audre sent me 
this email in response to my post titled: Help! Arrests in Jordan:

"Dear Ibrahim,

"I've raised nearly enough money to get over there to cover this 
history first hand --- and to take care of some personal business. 
If I fly into Amman can you meet me and point me in the right 
direction to Palestine?"

Upon reading this message again and again, I couldn't help but 
wonder: what personal business could Audre have in this part of the 
world?  After all, for dedicated activists, can there be political 
business that is not personal business?!

But then, upon re-reading: ".. can you point me in the right 
direction to Palestine?", I was suddenly struck by this thought: 
wouldn't one be remembered and honored just for having these words be 
the last email one ever writes?!"

But Audre knew the right direction to Palestine.  Audre Pinque 
ceaselessly tackled [the soft spot]  that hurt  Zionists the most:

The "Holocaust", which she helped expose as a mere collection of 
myths that serve a specific political agenda.  She always held the 
belief, and many of us with her, that this effort to expose the 
"Holocaust" would eliminate the ideological justification of "Israel" 
as a safe haven of a Jewish state from the "anti-semitism" of this 
world!  Together, we also believed that unmasking the myths of the 
"Holocaust" also serves to remove a political tool of Zionist 
blackmail against Western public opinion, and hence, Western support 
for "Israel".  We maintained that these efforts also preempt the 
alleged Zionist moral right to remain above the law under the dubious 
pretext of the "uniqueness" of the "Holocaust" in human history.

In the aftermath of the banning of the Conference on Revisionism and 
Zionism in Beirut in March 2001, Audre Pinque kept in constant touch 
with the developments taking place in Jordan as the Jordanian Writers 
Association tried several times to hold a forum on the banned 
revisionist historians conference in Beirut.  During that episode, 
Audre Pinque sent us supportive messages almost daily, and was always 
generous with her suggestions, encouragement, and spirit. Audre 
always egged activists on to do more and to do it faster.  She knew 
neither fear nor hesitation.

Audre Pinque was an outspoken and a fearless revisionist historian, 
and a dynamic personality who networked continuously for the 
Palestinian cause. To that purpose, Audre Pinque was instrumental in 
building close connections between revisionist historians and 
Palestinian activists in general and the Free Arab Voice in 
particular.  At the time, Audre Pinque was lauded by many revisionist 
historians for establishing that connection.

[END]

On the Internet, meanwhile, she found herself severely vilified.  The 
moment she appeared in a newsgroup in the disguise of "Mackenzie 
Paine," the Internet hyenas started circling her, calling her names, 
abusing her, threatening her, telling her she was a "racist", a 
"bigot", a "Nazi" and an "anti-Semite" of the deepest dye.  I tried 
to dissuade her from answering every attack, telling her that 
character assassination was one of the Bully's main weapons.  She 
could not be stopped;  she fought with the Internet Jews like the 
proverbial volverine.  Here is a sample, for instance, of how she 
dealt with a fellow named "Weizfeld" in a newsgroup he had 
infiltrated, called FreePalestine:

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I generally ignore charges of racism, simply because they're so 
absurd, but since I'm new to this group and will admit to being 
baffled by the different explanations of Judaism -- who is 
responsible for zionism and who isn't --
and because none of you know anything about me, I wish to defend my 
record against Mr. Weizfeld's accusations.

My own bloodlines are as American as can be. Irish, English, 
Cherokee, Portuguese, German and French.  My oldest son is a 
strapping young anti-Zionist who has protested in the streets with me 
against the Simon Wiesenthal Center in Los Angeles. He is black -- my 
adopted baby from Haiti who will be 13 on Tuesday. I admire my friend 
Israel Shamir and would stand with him at any time to defend 
Palestine. I see him as a man of conscience, regardless of race or 
faith.

If I'm a racist, Mr. Weizfeld is a Christian.

[END]

I don't know what else she told him, but a short bit later, she wrote 
to me triumphantly:

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Ingrid, Weizfeld has made his **second** departure from 
=46reePalestine, screeching that I'm a racist as he left.  The pogrom 
is in the air and they can smell it.  We don't have the tens of 
millions of dollars that The Bully has, but we have truth and 
perseverance on our side. Please help me to stay in the struggle.

[END]

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Tomorrow:  Conclusion

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