ZGram - 4/26/2004 - "The Myth of Nazi UFOs" - Part I

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April 26, 2004

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Ernst tells me that, at tomorrow's hearings, there are going to be 
some surprises.  His attorney team has subpoenaed some people who 
fight their subpoenas tooth and nail, for reasons best known to them. 
Maybe we'll finally get to the bottom of how this Zundel kidnapping 
was really masterminded, and by whom.  We have a few names on paper 
already - maybe we'll find out the rest.  

The next few days of hearings will tell lots.

But on to another story out of another time.  I spent all afternoon 
typing to bring you this tale in three parts, partly to catch up with 
myself.  It is a story out of Ernst's youth that will bring a smile 
to your face.  To us it is a whimsical tale - maybe not all that 
funny to our foes, who spook easily?

Have you ever heard of Hacienda Dignidad?  My Spanish is a bit rusty, 
but I believe the name translates into "Ranch of Honor" or 
"Plantation of Pride."  Hacienda Dignidad is a mysterious place, deep 
in the Chilean mountains.  Allegedly, it is a trading post for Nazi 
UFOs.

The only time I heard of Hacienda Dignidad before I met Ernst Zundel 
was about ten, fifteen years ago when I read about a raid some Jews 
had engaged in to wipe out the place, but someone or something 
repulsed them.  I  don't recall the details - I didn't pay that much 
attention at the time.

Here is the story, as I asked Ernst to put it on paper for me so I 
could submit it to the Rense web page for reflection.  I asked Jeff 
once if he knew anything about Hacienda Dignidad, and he said he did 
not, but would be interested. 

Well, here it is.  Enjoy!

(Small apology:  I am not sure I have all the names, terms, and 
spellings right - Ernst's prison pencil stub wore out!)

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Remember, I am writing this totally from my faulty memory without any 
access to any notes I may still have in my files, at least in 
fragments.  This is the rough story - by no means complete.  I don't 
know what Jeff needs it for - if it is just curiosity or if he and 
his friends are engaged in a more serious project because, of course, 
the Hacienda Dignidad myth is only a small piece of a puzzle that is 
much larger, much more mysterious, encompassing people all over the 
globe for at least 60, maybe even 70 or 75 years. 

When I was young, I stumbled upon it because of my interest in space 
exploration and space journeys to the near planets - to the Moon, to 
Mars, Venus and, beyond, to Orion and Sirius.  It did not take long 
for me to make all kinds of interesting contacts in Canada, America, 
Germany, Austria, Spain and, especially, South America and, strange 
as it may seem, Japan of all places. 

My first encounter with Japanese interests in space came in 1967 when 
I met the CEO of what was then a sizeable conglomerate of Japanese 
corporations worth well over US$250 million, all involved in the most 
diverse business fields.  That man, let's call him the Chairman, was 
a Japanese Naval Attaché in Germany during World War II.  He was 
ultimately taken to Japan by German submarine in late 1943 with a 
secret cargo apparently involving jet planes.  The Germans were far 
ahead of the Japanese, even the British and the US in that field, 
having had operational jets, several different kinds, by different 
manufacturers and designers since 1938. If you go and look at my UFO 
book, you will find the story of just such a submarine which carried 
nothing but mercury, which the Japanese apparently needed in war 
production. 

Incidentally, I corresponded with some of the crew of Captain 
Schäfer's sub which landed in Argentina long after Germany's 
surrender in Europe  - there is also the story of a German sub using 
an uninhabited island in the Falklands/Antarctic/South Atlantic 
region.  That island could still not be visited in the 1970s because 
it seems the Germans used a mine barrier at the lagoon entrance to 
prevent the Allied ships from landing there.

Anyway, the Chairman was thrilled to meet me, and I was wined and 
dined, had a Japanese driver/translator assigned to me, who was 
dressed formally, including gray gloves at all times.  He did a lot 
of bowing.  Wherever he guided me, I was showered with gifts from 
shops located on the most famous shopping streets in Tokyo.  He took 
me to large art supply stores near the university of Tokyo and to the 
National gallery of Japan, where I was introduced as though I were a 
V.I.P., receiving fine collections in gift boxes of rice paper, seals 
and sealing wax - a very big deal in Japan!  Evidently the Chairman 
thought that I was someone special because, as he said in his 
accented German, "Š Herr Zundel, Sie sind der erste Deutsche, der 
denkt wie meine Kameraden in Deutschland im Kriege."  [You are the 
first German who thinks as my comrades did in the war.] Clearly the 
poor guy had only encountered brainwashed post-war German quislings!

The Chairman was the one who told me over a slow meal of many courses 
that Japan was at war with America.  He pointed to an attaché case 
and said, "This time we will defeat them with this (meaning commerce) 
and not with tanks, ships, or planes."  He said in parting that Japan 
would never forgive the Americans for dropping the atomic bomb and 
for making Japan lose face before other Asians, especially the 
Koreans and Chinese.  That was a big deal with him, as were the 
humiliations and executions by hanging of Japanese leaders via the 
Tokyo war crimes trials and tribunals.  He was far less forgiving 
than the Germans!

I don't know if this Chairman's hand was involved in what followed, 
but in the middle 70s I was contacted by a man who claimed to be a 
Japanese reporter/writer.  He was very interested in my UFO books, 
ordered several of them, kept calling me for details and basically 
pestering me because, by then, I was phasing out this rather 
frivolous line of books.  My UFO booklets were in those days only 
used by me to generate interest for more serious interviews on the 
post World War II lies of the "death camps" like Auschwitz, a 
concentration camp that was, in fact, a war production center.  I was 
beginning to concentrate on far more serious topics involving 
Holocaust revisionism. I had met Thies Christophersen, had read the 
first essays by Dr. Faurisson.  I had obtained, printed, and 
distributed Richard Harwood's booklet, Did Six Million Really Die?, 
which had been first published, I believe, in 1974.  I kept ordering 
boxes of this title from England, increasingly getting harassed by 
Canadian Customs because of the amount of copies I imported.  I had 
bought my old Carlton Street house in the summer of 1975, and since 
the gallery, front entrance and basement had already been dug out, 
and paintings were hanging on all walls, meetings by people like Dr. 
Austin App and others were held at the gallery. I would imagine that 
it must have been in '78 or '79 when this reporter finally made 
arrangements to come over from Japan to interview me at length. 

Money seemed no object with this Japanese reporter, who arrived with 
a photographer/sound man with state of the art tape recorders in tow. 
They parked their stretch limousine, chauffeur and all, in a no 
parking, no stopping zone outside my house.  The bored white driver 
would sit there for hours, pulling away once in a while because 
Toronto police told him to move on.  Meanwhile, we talked and looked 
through my UFO/Nazi Secret Weapon/Antarctica file, only interrupted 
by lunch, tape changes, coffee breaks.  Later on, we went out to the 
CN Tower where I was treated to one of the most expensive dinners in 
my life. 

The two came back the next day, and this time they seemed quite 
interested in talking to one of my male secretaries, Sepp.  We used 
to horse around a lot, talking of olden times, and I used to call him 
my "Adjutant", for Sepp had an illustrious past. He had served as an 
aide de camp and interpreter for Field Marshall Kesselring in Italy 
during the latter part of the war.  We were young and brazen then. 
We thought we would supply some visual aids for our Japanese guests, 
so for the occasion we dressed Sepp up in a spiffy Nazi uniform of an 
officer of the communications section - visor's officer's cap, the 
works!  The photographer just loved that man and his uniform!  I 
could see why - it would lend authenticity to the story being told 
for a magazine or television special.

Then my Japanese guests left, loaded with UFO- as well as 
anti-Holocaust literature, which was of course discussed at great 
length, once the UFO stuff was out of the way, which did not interest 
me all that much any more.  They said they would be in touch, and 
mentioned that if they could raise the funds, they might be tempted 
to go and visit some of the places in Europe and Latin America. 
Especially submarine bases and underground installations left over 
from World War II really interested them.  They were like children 
with a new toy.

In the months that followed, I helped them gain entry to some circles 
and installations, such as the former German submarine base and 
bunkers in Bergen, Norway, which operated undamaged until after 
surrender in May 11th, 1945 - not May 8th!  The Norwegians used those 
facilities, along with the most modern German subs, into the 1970s. 
My guests also visited the Hydrographic Institute in Hamburg and 
looked into the thousands of air photos taken over Antarctica and its 
German bases, established by the Ritscher Expedition under the 
protection of Hermann Goering, with Rudolf Hess as the liaison for 
the project.  They went to Camp Dora in the Harz Mountains and to the 
bunker complexes in the Alpine Redoubt, which figured large in the 
Allied propaganda in '44 and '45.  They sent me many postcards from 
those places.    Unfortunately, the 1985 arson claimed all of those 
files. 

In the wake of those visits, UFO orders for books, spotter charts and 
investigator passes began to pour in from Japan.  We even sold 
frisbees resembling UFOs.  The first articles appeared, and true to 
his word, the writer/reporter had included the 206 Carlton Street 
address, and we did a brisk business for a while with Japan in that 
period.  In fact, a lot of my subsequent Holocaust trials were 
partially paid for by UFO trinkets and donations by fervent 
supporters who believed in those Nazi UFO stories.  In fact, some 
believe them deeply to this day. 

Then one day, I received a call from our Japanese writer.  He was in 
the US, in Los Angeles.  Could he drop by?  He wanted to make me a 
proposal about a research trip.

Sure, said I.  Come on up. 

He arrived within a week and suggested that I accompany him to Latin 
America, together with another Japanese tape recorder man and 
photographer, using my trusty German aide - minus Nazi uniform, I 
insisted! - on the trail of the Nazi UFOs.  The expedition was to 
last from 4 to 7 weeks. 

I was still a hands-on graphic artist at that time.  I ran a 
lucrative graphic arts studio, along with my publishing house, and I 
had important contracts with some of Canada's largest corporations. 
There was no way I could stay away that long without losing my 
business.  So we made a compromise.  I would not go, but I would lend 
him my German Attaché.

[END OF PART I]

Tomorrow:  The Myth of Nazi UFOs - Part II