ZGram - 10/5/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 5

[zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org]

Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny:  Now more than ever!

October 5, 2003

It's been eight months today since Ernst was kidnapped.  I am sending 
you some bits and pieces from Prison-Land that I already sent to our 
supporters in their July newsletter.   I recombined and edited the 
passages a bit - all useful for the record:

[START]

"...My immigration lawyers in the US have already filed a 45 page 
appeal brief with the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeal in Cincinnati. 
One lawyer has 15 years' of experience as an immigration expert.  He 
says he has never seen as many violations of rules, regulations of US 
Immigration laws in any case he handled before.  They had no right to 
arrest me, no legal authority to detain me, and should never have 
deported me without several courts at different levels having looked 
at my case.  He says it will become one of the most shocking and 
important immigration cases of this generation..."

"...I appreciate you sending me that horribly expensive "Little 
Orphan Annie", the Hobo cartoon book.  I knew of the phenomenal 
success of those series but had actually never seen what it looked 
like.  All I can say is this:  Look at how simple the storylines are 
and how unsophisticated the drawing!  The populace of America surely 
could not have been very sophisticated or spoiled by intellectual 
fare - no wonder they were willing to kill their brothers in Europe 
so easily at the Jewish propagandists' instigation in two world wars 
- and once again be lied into a war in Iraq so easily! 

"... The Human Rights Commission condemned me in absentia in 2002 to 
"stop the website."  -Every day I have to spend in solitary 
confinement in a high security tract strengthens the evidence that I 
do not run this website as I have always insisted on.  Ingrid is an 
American.  She will not go to Europe as long as she remains in 
America and does her work there.  (Our enemies) can throw all the 
temper tantrums they want.  "Š

There, too, I will undertake judicial steps to fight for my 
rights...which means my political enemies have a few tough nuts to 
crack, all due to no fault of my own.  Had they left me alone in 
Tennessee, then neither the Jews nor the Canadian government or the 
politicians in Bonn or Berlin would have had such headaches as they 
now have.  I must be honest - I feel a certain amount of glee, 
regardless of how uncomfortable my hard bed and how unpleasant my 
momentary condition might be.  It is a satisfaction for me to find 
out from Ingrid how our opponents, often over whole pages in Canada's 
daily press, lament the fact that I had the gall to come back here, 
and even defend myself, and to then top it all off, submit these 
outrageous national security laws to the Supreme Court to check their 
constitutionality.  That's what they got for tackling a Swabian as an 
enemy. 

"...This morning, I got fresh air for the first time in 10 days.  I 
imagine that someone hopes that I will throw in the towel one day 
because of such treatment and that I will come begging to please 
deport me to Germany.  As long as I am well, and my various court 
cases are in progress, I am afraid my enemies are in for a long wait. 
One should, or ought to, expect that, after so many years of legal 
battles with me, they would have expected something like that.  But 
hate makes these people so blind that they are apparently still 
surprised as to who I am, that I am who I am.  All that is a little 
incomprehensible to me.  It almost seems as though someone had come 
up with a perfect plan - and suddenly, judicial Zundel mines are 
going off where they had not expected to find any..."

"...My belief in reincarnation and karma are a total 
control-mechanism on all I do, say, write.  I believe in my heart 
that I am totally innocent of all these accusations.  The nasty stuff 
in the press is pure character assassination - and I will leave it to 
the "cosmic cops" to look after those who torment me.  I believe that 
all those who have hounded me so mercilessly for sooo long will 
receive their just punishment.  Not by me.  I do not have the hate or 
thirst for vengeance or revenge they seem to be consumed by - I 
simply do not have it in me to be like that..."

"... Being incarcerated has given me lots of time to study, to write, 
to reflect, which I did not have for many, many years.  So that is a 
benefit to me.  -Seriously, the amount I have been able to learn from 
those government documents is amazing!  Finally having the time to 
cross-reference things has clarified many things in my mind for me. 
-I'll be twice as smart by the time I get back out.  Then I will be 
unbearable..."

"... Now I can see sky, and this morning a stab of sunlight is 
falling on my table and the papers on it, and is reflected on the 
floor.  I spent three months in Thorold in windowless cells, not 
knowing when it was day or night, often not knowing what day of the 
week it was.  I made myself a homemade calendar, which at least tells 
me when my next court date is going to be and helps me keep track 
sending out letters.  Some of the important ones never get delivered 
to Ingrid.  Obviously, someone on the outside, not in here, is 
messing with my mail..."

"... You will see blue-stemmed Lilies because the green pencils 
simply wear out too quickly and they break so easily that I simply 
have to send you once in a while fantasy-flowers to use up some of 
the other colors.  Next week, hopefully, I will get my large 
envelopes from the canteen.  Then I will send you some very nice, 
lovingly and carefully done designs..."

"... I am doing fine.  Of course I miss being with you and all our 
flowers, all the magnificent vistas, the smells, the butterflies 
sailing by, the birds - and, of course, dropping by at the gallery 
and painting up a storm.  We will have a lot of catching up to do! 
..."

"... I hope you will not be offended, but we are only allowed to use 
pencils in prison, and I am using up my softer German-made art 
pencils in order that you can decipher my handwriting a bit better. 
I am using up my German pencils at a frightening rate, $1.85 one 
pencil.  There is the additional problem of getting them sharpened by 
the guards, who hate the job, it seems - and I can understand and 
empathize with them.  They are big, rough, tough prison guards, and I 
come to them like a little boy holding up a fistful of pencil stubs 
through my feeding slot in the big metal door, and beg them: 
"Please, could you sharpen my pencils, (Daddy)?  That's how I feel 
when I have to ask.  Usually the kind and understanding Security 
Chiefs come to my rescue and take me up to the area where this 
instrument of my longing is mounted at a wall.  These high-powered 
men, executive/officer types, sit there patiently while Canada's most 
reviled man sharpens his 15 pencils!  I feel so embarrassed that I 
often wait 3-4 days before I can pluck up the courage to ask if they 
can once again help me!

"... I am sure that the higher-ups will take another look at my/our 
situation and come to realize that I am no threat to them or other 
prisoners or the institution.  Already I have been reassigned to a 
cell with a window where I can see blue sky and the sun for the first 
time in three months.  I have been allowed to keep all my court 
documents in my cell.  The first time in almost four months there is 
a corner table and a shelf for my books and transcripts.  I am 
allowed access to the phone.  True, it wastes the time of two guards 
and an officer, all of whom have more important work to do then 
listening to me telling my wife that I love her and miss her and that 
I would rather be in Tennessee painting than in solitary confinement 
in Toronto.  I see it in their expressions, in their faces.  They 
have to follow their orders and sit there.  I know there is not one 
who would not rather be somewhere else.  So we share a fate like 
Siamese Twins, kind of stuck together - till somebody higher up 
decides:  Enough waste of manpower!  We have better things to do!"

[end]