ZGram - 12/3/2003 - "Witnessing..."

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December 3, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Some months ago I ran a letter from a young French fellow who had 
befriended Ernst since Ernst was arrested.  Our server is down, so I 
can't check which Zgram it was, but I remember that it had a 
particular innocent charm when this young Frenchman told of his 
childhood impression of "the World War II" in very slightly broken 
French.  Here is a follow-up:

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Dear Mr. Zündel:

It's only the third time I write you a letter whereas you are in jail 
for months, suspected to have committed no crime.  Many thanks for 
your letter and for your words.  I can't understand how it is 
possible to write such letters.  I repeat I regard you as a hero, not 
only because of your courage, but because of the altruistic letters 
you succeed to write in such conditions.

My mother was very surprised to receive the drawing you sent:  a 
beautiful sun drawn with three pencils.  Not only it's beautiful, but 
it's moving to imagine you drawing it where you are.  Many thanks 
from my mother.  She and I want to take part to your trial and will 
send a little money to Mrs. Zundel.  Don't worry:  we have no doubt 
you'll use each cent in the best way, for anyone knowing revisionism 
still remembers the Leuchter Reports.  A last word about your 
drawing: for sure it's no reproach, but when I see it, I feel a bit 
sad that fighting against the Big Bad Lying has kept you away from 
your job, your other vocation.

Instead of answering all your questions in one long letter, I prefer 
to answer in several ones.  Thus I'll probably write sooner my next 
one, and my mother won't say I'm too slow to answer you.

In this letter, I'm trying to give a first answer to one of your 
questions:  You wrote that, according to what you know, 80% of the 
French Foreign Legion's soldiers in Dien Bien-Phu were Germans, and 
you asked me to search if it was true.  A few days ago, in a lunch 
among some hundred people, we were six around the table:  me, my 
mother, a more than 80-year-old woman, and three men, two of them 
having been soldiers in the Legion.  The older of the two was 55 
years old and had been an officer, the younger one having been, 
according to my remembering, a corporal.  Hearing they had been 
legionnaires, I asked them your question. 

The younger man answered:  "Not 80%, but quite 60%."  However, he 
was, of course, not old enough to have seen it.  He said that 
Dien-Bien-Phu occurred a few years after the World War II, and looked 
a bit surprised when I answered it was in 1954.  The other former 
legionnaire said that always 55% of the Foreign Legion's soldiers are 
chosen among French citizens, and that during the Indochinese war, 
40% of its foreign soldiers were German. 

Soon after that, the man explained that, after the World War II, many 
German war criminals tried to escape justice in joining the Legion, 
especially former Waffen-SS soldiers.  And he spoke about 
concentration camps, about Jews, about gas chambers, gas chambers and 
gas chambers again. 

The other former Legionnaire agreed that viewpoint.  I didn't know 
what I had to do:  I felt guilty in letting them claiming that the 
Germans were more criminal than the Allies, but hardly dared to say 
what I thought.  I tried to make us speaking about something else, 
but always they came back to the gas chambers.

Then I answered more accurately.  First, they didn't even understand 
what I meant, and when they understood, laughed about me.  The three 
men all believed in the Holocaust, and especially the two former 
legionnaires. 

Me and my mother have opinions Mr. Gayssot regards as crimethinks, as 
Orwell said, and so did the old woman.  I told what I thought, and 
the older of the former legionnaires laughed.  He said that he had 
seen a gas chamber by his own eyes, and added to the other 
legionnaire, "but he's going to say I wasn't there to see when it 
worked." 

I answered as quickly as I could to these mocking birds, and finally 
I could explain some conclusions of the revisionists and give a few 
arguments.  The former officer had seen by his own eyes, don't laugh, 
the Struthof-Natzweiler's camp gas chamber. 

I answered that there had been no gas chamber there.  But he claimed 
once more that he had seen it by his own eyes.

I tried to answer the many questions of the three men, without of 
course I could say what I had to say, each of them having his own 
questions about my answer or about questions of another one of them. 
Finally I could explain that the camp of Struthof-Natzweiler, as we 
write in France, has a gas chamber which is rarely visited nowadays.

To the gas chamber eye witness, I said that nowadays the school 
children visit not the gas chamber but the crematoriums where they 
are told that "the gas chamber is there."  And I said, "and yes, it's 
true, the gas chamber is there, 1.5 km away.  It measures 2m25 by 3m 
by 2m75 and is not gastight so each time the gasser would have been 
gassed." 

You can't imagine how suddenly the eyewitness looked a sad man, 
staring down, as if he didn't understand what had happened.  I 
answered to a few other questions, spoke about typhus, about what was 
the finale solution, about the Allies crimes, the denazification 
camps and so on. 

Once again, the Struthof-Natzweiler's gas chamber eyewitness wanted 
to speak about gas chambers, but I knew he was already defeated, and 
as I had soon said a few words about the Leuchter Reports, I answered 
pitilessly:

"A man who was paid to maintain the American gas chambers visited the 
German gas chambers, and said that they had never been gas chambers. 
But you probably know more than he does about it." 

I should have used some other words, but his first words, when he had 
understood I was a revisionist were very hard, too, and furthermore, 
I wanted him to find no means of escaping to the truth.  I wanted him 
to know, as Socrates would have said, that he knew nothing.  About 
gas chambers, I mean.

After that, our former officer said nothing, looking sad and 
surprised, as if he was blinking:  "A few minutes ago, I had a firm 
believing in the gas chambers.  I thought I had seen one.  Where did 
I put my believing?  I can't find it any more."

Near him, the old woman, an Alsatian, succeeded in saying, despite 
her small voice:  "Faurisson should have the right of speaking."  The 
third man, after two or three questions, only listened.  I think he 
had sincerely believed in the gas chambers, and after my answers 
regarded me not as a crazy guy but as someone saying credible things. 
The old Alsatian woman explained, as I spoke about Berben's book, 
that her brother was a prisoner of war in Germany during the World 
War II, and that he had been shooted there, in 1942, in a place near 
Dortmund.  The name could be Bochum, but I'm not sure, for her voice 
was very weak.  The Germans, she said, kept papers about everything, 
and in 1947 she was told her brother had been killed.

But the other former legionnaire, the younger one, tried to keep his 
gas chamber believing by any means;  however, he wanted to know what 
I could answer, whereas never letting me explain exactly what I 
meant, preventing me from saying what was the revisionist viewpoint 
about Dachau, about the Six Million, and didn't understand what I 
said about the delousing gas chambers.  However, he was finally 
defeated, too, but tried to escape in saying that in the 
concentration camps, he meant in the German ones, something might 
have happened, he was sure of it.

I didn't let him hiding in the bottom of his snail shell, and 
understanding he tried to avoid a full surrender, I said, speaking a 
bit too loud, unable to keep quiet in facing such an insincerity: 
"What would you think about me, sir, if I said, 'I'm sure you 
committed an awful crime, I have no evidence of it and don't know 
what kind of crime, but I'm sure you committed an awful crime' and 
wouldn't let you be able to hold your own?" 

After that, it wasn't possible any more to speak about it, for fear 
of being heard. 

I can't say I converted the three Holocaust believers, but I 
explained to them a few things about revisionism, and having been 
able to answer all their questions, however difficult it is to answer 
several people in the same time, I made them see that the 
revisionists have arguments.  If it is, even partly, a success, it's 
due to Professor Faurisson, to whom are due the best of my arguments. 
I quote his arguments as often as I am able to do.

If it is, even partly, a success, it's due to you, too, Herr Zündel, 
who made so much in your quest for truth and are still persecuted 
because of it.  I regard you, Pr. Faurisson, and some other ones as 
heroes.  Would you be free to speak, the face of the world would 
change.

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