ZGram - 10/18/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 18 -

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

October 18, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

This Prisoner of Conscience Letter is to a boyhood friend - let's 
call him Kevin.  I happen to know Kevin, and I know that there has 
always been a fierce competition between the two from the time they 
learned their ABCs in first grade.  

Soon, in their teenage years, their ways parted, but as is true of 
many childhood friendships, every once there is a reunion where 
friends take the measure of each other.  Kevin amassed a lot of money 
but never "found himself" - whereas Ernst found  his calling, for 
which he is in prison.  

Neither one would trade with the other. 

Odd to say, friends can be very cruel in "I-told-you-so" moments when 
one of them is down and the other "rubs it in", to use a well-known 
American phrase.   Here, Ernst replies to Kevin:

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Good that you wrote!  Since I had your card, and Ingrid told me that 
you had called her, I knew you were alive.  I think about our meals 
together, our walks in that lovely park, the market, your 
never-ending boat project.  You are {an odd fellow] but you are my 
friend. 

No need to worry about crossing the border to bother to visit me. 
You would be allowed only 20 minutes behind a thick bullet-proof 
glass visiting room.   I have discouraged visits by all and sundry. 
It's a waste of time and energy - and aggravation for all. 
Frequently I get strip searched after a visit.  Who needs the 
humiliation and bother?  I am not a child!  A 48 cent letter or a 
collect call are just as helpful - and they are just as monitored in 
these Marxist societies in all-but-name-only. 

As to your weird card - I wonder what you were thinking!  I am not 
sure I understand your dig there - [German comment here, translated 
roughly to mean, "What did I have coming?  For what?  That I told the 
truth and made known the lies of the Jews about Germany?"]  Spare me 
your facile criticism!  You never have had the courage of your 
convictions and basically lived a selfish, useless life - leaving no 
children, sharing nothing, risking little, not even human closeness! 

I regret little.  At least I have fought for what I believe in.  It 
now looks [as thought] I may well be living [in Germany] in my old 
age, for the corruption in the judiciary in Canada and the USA is so 
deep that to go to court is like playing the lottery or playing 
Russian Roulette with a loaded revolver! 

All this is of little interest to you, I am sure, for you will 
suggest that I meditate my way out of it.  Well, I have done a lot 
more serious meditation in my life before every decision I have taken 
with my court cases, lawyers etc.  The legal situtation is exactly 
what the Jewish forces wanted, who used the Canadian spy agency for 
their schemes, as they have in many other documented cases.  We have 
all kinds of evidence and paper trails.  There is no doubt that I 
became the victim of a high-level, well-organized and brilliantly 
executed political kidnapping disguised as a deportation based 
entirely on drummed-up charges.  That's my new reality.  Had I a 
choice, I would return to the U.S. in a heartbeat, in spite of the 
problems, because that's a system I know, can relate to and think 
[still] has enough give and slack, still checks and balances, to pull 
out of the doldrums they are in.  And Ingrid is there - who I cherish.

Yes, I meditate.   I was told in 1972 that I had six months to live 
with an inoperable cancer.  I applied myself - body, mind and soul. 
The result of prayerful meditation was that I healed myself with the 
help of friends and those forces in the universe who obviously 
thought I had a role to play in the affairs of men - even if you 
don't agree!  I escaped two bombs, one deadly arson, numerous lesser 
attempts. I found Leuchter.  I assembled the team, the witnesses, and 
raised the money to [investigate] Auschwitz, to blow the lid off the 
biggest lie of the last century - which, had the German leadership 
and people not been such cowards and dolts, would have been able to 
serve as the tool to free themselves from their oppressors.  I gave 
them the tool. 

I fought tenaciously all the way to the Supreme Court - and won! 

You played the stockmarket - and lost.

You and I are different people.  We may have the same [background], 
used the same outhouse, ate the same food, had the same teachers and 
schoolbooks and breathed the same air - but you will have to admit, 
we march to a far different drummer - and have since childhood. 
There is nothing wrong with that!  I admire you for your genius in 
doing things.  I am always amazed by your talent to find unusual 
metholds to solve what would seem to me tricky and difficult 
technical problems.  You could have been an inspiration to a few sons 
who might have inherited the knack which you got from your father. 

So let's agree that you are a "komischer Kauz" [trans:  an odd owl] - 
and I, you will have to agree, stopped eons ago to try and make you 
see an alternate view, a new reality, to look at real rather than 
make-believe history.  You and I will go to our graves having been 
[friends] but are further apart in the way we look at things than if 
we were total strangers.  I am not condemning you.  The pity is, you 
don't know me, you only think you know me.  Let's leave it at that. 

There are some people who are born slaves and will remain slaves all 
their lives - slaves to their personality traits, slaves of habit 
etc.  You can say what you will and think anything you want about me. 
Remember one thing before you sneer, snicker or judge too harshly:  I 
could have lived a very comfortable life in wealth and luxury, in 
safety and security, even in fame - rather than being infamous, 
marginalized and demonized!  Don't think that I blindly stumbled into 
this stuff!  I did think before I acted - but I am not paralyzed by 
fear.  Adrien Arcand, my mentor, opened my eyes to all these 
[historical] issues 43 years ago!  I knew the odds.  [My enemies'] 
power, influence, wealth and connections were no secret to me. 

Still I tackled them - because I felt responsible, Kevin.  You will 
never understand that concept.  I felt responsible to try to right a 
great historical wrong done to decent people by criminal thugs - a 
wrong of cosmic dimensions calling out for correction!  Yes, I felt 
[a responsibility] to those who gave their young lives on the battle 
fields all over Europe so that we, you and I, our generation, had a 
chance to grow, to be safe in our cribs and beds, o be nurtured 
growing up.  You will not understand me because you cannot wrap your 
mind around such selfless concepts. 

I felt responsible for most of my adult life to defend the reputation 
"und das Wollen einer ganzen Generation" [trans. "and the WILL of an 
entire generation"]  before the altar of history.  Had I not stood up 
and spoken up, I would have felt that I betrayed a sacred trust and 
obligation which ties me and unites me to those who died at 
Stalingrad, at Normandy, on the ocean bottom in their steel coffins 
called submarines.  I felt their sacrifice.  You don't. 

I could end my troubles with one letter or one phone call to my tormentors!

Some of us are not made like that. 

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