ZGram - 4/23/2004 - "Born terrorists!"

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April 23, 2004

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

I just finished reading Edgar Steele's write-up for today where he 
speaks of terror calls from the Jewish Defense League - a bunch of 
hoodlums who try their best to disrupt tomorrow's truncated 
Revisionist conference.  He mentions how, in days gone by, his small 
children were terrorized by Jews.  If you want to read his essay, 
"Them v. Us", drop him a line at steele at conspiracypenpal.com  I am 
sure he'll be glad to send it to you.

Ernst certainly experienced terror calls like that when his children 
were small.  Later on, there was Zundel_Haus terrorism 24 hours a day 
until the cops arrested three of them - one coming right out of 
Merrill Lynch offices, pin-striped suit and all.  One heck of a scene 
for my Zundel screen play!

While I still lived in San Diego, I had several of those calls.  One 
went something like this:

Telephone terrorist:  "I am going to kill you on Wednesday."

Me:  "You're what?"

Telephone terrorist:  (speaking very slowly)  "I am going to kill you 
on Wednesday."

Me:  "Come on!  You know you are being recorded, don't you?"

Click.

There were other calls like that, over time.  I must tell you that 
the more of them you hear, the less frightening they get.  They are 
only shocking the first time.

Today there was a new twist.  I had gone to town to pick up some 
items I needed, and when I came home, there was a recording on my 
machine such as I get when Ernst calls collect.  I assumed that Ernst 
had called and had not found me at home - and to save me some money, 
he simply hung up and didn't let the recording play to the end.

Shortly thereafter, the phone rang, and a rather official-sounding voice said:

"Mrs. Zundel?  I am Sergeant Petersen from Ontario Corrections.  I'm 
afraid I have very bad news for you.  Your husband passed away this 
morning."

"What???"

"I am very sorry."  Click.

I must admit that for a few moments, I believed him.

My first thought was:  "What were Ernst's last words to me?"  and I 
remembered that the evening before, we had discussed some recent 
photos we had received of his grandchildren in Canada, and I had said 
to him:  "If they let you out, you should go and spend some time with 
them before you come back here," and Ernst replied:  "You're sweet. 
I'd rather be with you."

My second thought was:  "They've murdered him!  The bastards!"   And 
then:  "I  won't permit an autopsy!  I will not let them violate his 
body!"

My third:  "My God!  What am I going to do with our property, all 
alone here on our mountain?!"

Those were panicky thoughts.  Then I gave myself a push and told 
myself:  "This isn't legit.  It can't be!  If Ernst passed away this 
morning, they wouldn't have let hours and hours go by before they 
notified me."

Then, slowly, some reason kicked in and I thought:  "Didn't Ernst try 
to call me just half an hour ago???"

I tried to call Barbara, one of his long-time lawyers.  The line was 
busy.  Then I called Peter Lindsay, our lead attorney.  He, too, 
said:  "What???"  and then told me that his partner was on the way to 
see Ernst this very minute.  He asked if the caller left a number, 
and I said no.  Peter said he would try to reach his partner and call 
me right back.

He did, after what seemed an eternity.  He said that his partner was 
with Ernst, that he was okay, that there was nothing to worry about. 
I can't describe what I felt at that moment.

An hour later, Ernst called, sounding vigorous and very much alive. 
He assured me with laughter in his voice that it was not his ghost.

Still shaky in my soul, I made him promise me that if something like 
that really happened, he owed it to me to let me know first - not to 
check out on me on the sly.

He  promised, and we talked of other things, and slowly, normalcy returned.

You know when you are close to someone, there are certain saying - 
some lines or phrases - that you cherish.  They are like sparks, like 
glitter.   One of my favorites is when Ernst says to me:  "You and I 
have the best job in the world!"

What's more, I know he really, really means it.

And so do I.  We do important work - and our supporters let us know THEY KNOW.

I send you Zundel greetings.

Ingrid