ZGram - 11/16/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 39

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

November 16, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Below an excerpt from a Zundel letter to a long-time friend and 
fellow activist, where Ernst comments on his state of mind - which 
continues to amaze both his guards inside and his friends outside the 
prison:

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Please share the letter with your brother and, if I may ask, make a 
copy and send it to Ingrid, please.  She has lately changed the 
format of her daily electronic news bulletins she calls Zgrams - she 
told me that she wanted people to hear my authentic voice from behind 
prison bars via snippets she gleans from copies of my letters.  At 
first, I was very skeptical and wondered if she was not making a 
mistake with this move.  After all, I have no radio, TV or newspaper 
except if one of the friendlier guards allows me to pick up a 
discarded paper from the dumpster next to the shower.  Thus I get my 
news from the garbage bin - what an appropriate source!  It's the 
same disgusting stuff!  Ads are full of scantily clad young women 
offering their steamy servicesŠHitler and Dr. Goebbels in their long 
struggle for power exposed the people behind these exploitation 
services - the same ones described in the September [2003] issue of 
National Geographic Magazine - who bring Ukrainian women to Israel 
for prostitution and rent them out to bordellos all over the Middle 
East.  Nothing much has changed!

I really do not miss the assault by the ruckus the inmates in the 
general population are exposed to all day long.  I actually am so 
lost in the quiet of my room - my cell, that is - that I pretend I am 
a monk in one of those medieval European monasteries.  I am not 
joking or making light of it, nor am I trying to put a good face on a 
dismal situation.  I can get so engrossed in my studies or my writing 
and drawing that I am completely oblivious at times to my 
surroundings.  Only my orange jump suit tells me that I am, in fact, 
a prisoner in Maximum Security, rather than Martin Luther in the 
Wartburg, chiseling away at his 95 point thesis.

By the way - I did go to the Wartburg and then to the church where 
Martin Luther hammered on his famous 95 points.  Being Ernst, I did 
not do it surreptitiously at night.  I took along a group of 
reporters and TV cameramen in 1989 and symbolically held up the 
Leuchter Report in front of the very door where Luther did his "photo 
op" so effectively - 500 years before me!

I could not nail my Leuchter Report to that famous door because the 
German vassal regime had covered that whole large, massive door with 
a thick metal sheet - and to make doubly sure that nobody was tempted 
to cause a Second Reformation against the new, false, temporal 
Holocaust religion of this age, they put a tall fence made of solid, 
one-inch iron bars, too high and dangerous to climb, about two meters 
in front of that door.  There I stood, like that brave monk, even 
looking almost as bald and rotund as he did, and held up my Leuchter 
Reports while tourists gawked and the cameras rolled.  Then I gave 
the copies to the reporters, signing and dating them with an 
appropriate description - and left in time before the ever-alert 
Thought Police arrived.

I can assure you that this [incarceration] is already a pyrrhic 
victory for my detractors and the devil's minions on this earth, 
regardless of how many months or even years they will keep me locked 
up under their drummed-up charges.  Not in my wildest dreams could I 
have ever reached and touched as many millions of people as have been 
informed by and confronted with the information and truths I have 
tried to spread all my life.  The internet around the globe is abuzz 
with the stories about my being railroaded, my arrest, the show trial 
in Toronto etc. (Š)

I have no doubt that one day the locks will pop and I will walk out 
of here to bear witness to the truth once again as I know it.  All I 
need is to control my emotions, keep the lid on my anxieties, 
overlook indignities, accept the harassment inflicted on me as 
temporary inconveniences - and continue to do my work under the 
restricted conditions of being in prison.  I keep on looking forward 
to better things to come, to search my heart, mind and soul for 
moments when I might have erred, and then vow to do better next time, 
once the opportunity presents itself again! 

I feel utterly at peace with myself - more so  than I did at any time 
outside that I can recall.  I don't feel resigned.  I am accepting 
these conditions as temporary turbulence on my flight path.  That's 
the latest from Cell # 5.

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