*** Update on the Zundel Saga: Two POW letters from a German
prison ***
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Mon May 2 06:13:33 EDT 2005
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Update on the Zundel Saga
It's been two months, and Germany has not yet come up with a charge
as to why Ernst Zundel is being held in prison. Allegedly, there are
two dozen huge cartons of "evidence" collected on him over the past
two decades or so, but his attorney has only been given two. Ernst
is in no hurry; he is recovering from the nightmare inflicted on him
in Canada, and he is enjoying getting to know and assess the
political landscape in Europe. He is carefully preparing himself for
the next trial - in all likelihood "The Great Holocaust Trial Number
3" - this time on the soil of his homeland.
You are eager to hear about Ernst, and I am taking this opportunity
to present to you for your appreciation two of his slightly shortened
and edited letters to friends. One was written to his very close
friend, Yvonne, Dr. Robert Faurisson's sister. The second one was
written to a well-known American publisher.
Here goes:
Dear Yvonne and René, and of course children, grandchildren and brothers -
The arrest, deportation, the farce of a proceeding before Blais, the
unconscionable treatment by Canadian authorities in court and in
prison, were only the first act of a drama soon to unfold in Germany
- and elsewhere! A play of many acts - unless, of course, historical
developments and events upset the carefully laid plans of the enemies
of mankind. They are not infallible and definitely are defeatable.
It's only a matter of time.
Time is a man-made concept and construct - that's why Jean d'Arc,
before her Nostradamus, and after her Edgar Cayce, Rudolf Steiner and
A.H. had such a hard time with Time. In cosmic "Time", days can mean
years, even decades. That's what makes the Quadrains of Nostradamos
and other seers so very difficult to interpret and to translate into
earth-time history, our own human continuum. But it is also what
makes being alive so very interesting!
I have started to go to in-prison church services of both the
Catholic and Protestant faiths and have even attended one Bible Study
Hour, surrounded by murderers, dope pushers, child molesters, con-men
and crooks. What a scene in the play I described to you! I go to
church to listen to glorious organ music, look at a large,
beautifully stained glass window like in Notre Dame or the Strassburg
Cathedral (Muenster) of René's Elsass region. The Protestant
minister is an interesting man the size and looks of Martin Luther,
with a pleasant singing voice - powerful enough to be heard above the
organ. Yes, they have quite an organ in this church-chapel, which
was built about a hundred years ago and is in the typical
architectural style of Wilhelm II, just like my schoolhouse in our
little Black Forest village. It is not as frilly and playful as the
Victorian style so common in England and her former colonies. Being
typically an expression of the Germanic spirit, it is solid, no
nonsense, with a bare touch, [at the most] borrowing from Gothic
lines, but it is built to last for centuries - sandstone, exquisitely
cut by obviously very, very skilled stone masons and by bricklayers
so accurate that the whole building could rival the pyramids in
quality. No kidding! The salmon-colored sandstone is offset by
stucco in a pleasant, inoffensive cream-like color, and I do not tire
[looking at it] in my daily one-hour exercise walks. In Toronto I
got 5 to 10 minutes if I was lucky.
For instance, just to show you the German idea of Beauty being a Duty
for architects and masons at the time, the arches made above the
cells and doors, even though resting on a slab of solid sandstone
frame around these openings, nevertheless have a "rising sun" design
above each and every window and door. This must have cost them extra
months or even years of labor by hand, and thus must have added
enormously to the cost of the building, without adding appreciably to
the structural stability, I am sure - and yet, there it is! For
Beauty's sake!
When I pointed that out to one of my fellow German inmates, he looked
at me quizzically as if I was a little daft or had lost my marbles.
Some have eyes but cannot see!
Every day I discover new little features and craftsmanship that
brings me closer to my long-dead ancestors and makes me admire their
skill, dedication and also patience in building what was, after all,
not a royal residence or palace, but a building for criminals!
[Ingrid's comment: It has always hurt me in my soul and does to this
day to see American schools who truly look like and have the feel of
prisons. Most school yards don't have a single blade of grass. Our
precious children spend most of their formative years cooped up in
such monstrosities. I never understood how we, as parents and
citizens of the richest country on earth, could inflict such a
cruelty on our offspring!]
I keep in touch as stamps come in. I try to write a few letters each
and every day to keep in touch with my friends, lawyers, children,
grandchildren - and, of course, Ingrid who gets more letters than
anyone. As it should be!
Yesterday I also received my first book, ordered via computer
print-out request form, from a massive catalog listing 1,500-2,000
titles in at least ten languages - Russian, Albanian, English, Dutch,
French etc. The original title of the book was Water and Man. The
German title is much more complicated and convoluted, but inside are
fantastic drawings of irrigation devices, dams, pumps, Greek and
Roman inventions, aquaducts etc. I have always been interested in
reclaiming deserts and improving agricultural productivity. I read
and read til the early hours of the morning and completely forgot
that I was in prison in my Martin Luther type room he had at the
Wartburg where he translated the Bible into what became "High
German." I must admit that I sometimes feel guilty of goofing off in
visions and dreams, while Ingrid, my poor wife, works so hard to keep
going the work we began! I have only received one letter in six
weeks from Ingrid so far, and your letter was the only one of
substance - the few others were postcards mailed in envelopes from
Cambridge, UK, Spain, Norway, and Japan.
[Ingrid's comment: I have written to Ernst every week since he was
deported - long letters of at least 5 typewritten pages each.
Evidently they are all still parked at the censor's!]
I have been keeping myself super-occupied with writing and planning,
note-keeping, drawing and cooking. Yes, you read right - cooking in
a "war-like way." So far, I was refused vitamins and my anti-cancer
diet. I tried to make an ad hoc combination of foods, fruits,
cheeses, and spices, and aargh (!) garlic and onions. Ingrid is
lucky not to have to smell me near her, otherwise I would be banished
from her presence. She positively hates onions - never mind garlic!
I am lucky that there are so many Balkan and Turkish prisoners here
because the prison store caters to that large clientele, and cancer
and garlic are "self-negating" - which means, at least theoretically,
that people who eat a lot of cold-pressed oil keep a potential
problem at bay by strengthening their own immune system [with
garlic].
Thus I may survive to spite my enemies a few years longer!
I found sunflower oil, feta cheese, some lemon juice. The problem
is, of course, that we have no refrigerators. Lemons and milk
products spoil fast, and even sausages are dangerous after more than
a day. Thus, sardines in cans have to substitute for the other parts
of a "survival diet." I live like a soldier on the Eastern Front.
We get three kinds of herbal tea - Rose Hip plus Hibiscus, Peppermint
Tea, and some British type Ceylon or Black Tea. I spoiled myself and
bought one of those conical manual coffee filter tops and an
immersion heater. Twice a day, I make myself a nice cup of German
Melitta coffee and have mental communion with Ingrid who used to make
a coffee break with sinfully sweet pastry or a piece of chocolate.
The whole house smelled absolutely heavenly of German style strong
coffee! You have to know it to mentally taste this treat! Twice a
day, my mind takes "focused wings" while at other times it's just
daydreaming and visualizing a new age - more beautiful and more
perfect than man has known til now.
I have now obtained the following bourgeouis items:
A paint box (Boite a coleur)
Brushes (princean)
A nice set of coloring pencils
An eraser
Even a pencil sharpener of my own,
A nail clipper
A real tooth brush
A comb
Some felt markers
White-out (when I make a mistake)
Some yellow hi-lighter - it took a judge's order to get that in Canada!
And, of course, I am sitting on a real chair, writing at a real
table, and the judge allowed my sisters to bring me a watch. Yes, my
first watch in 27 months! Now I feel positively civilized and
spoiled!
They also have a library here, as I said.
I have Ingrid's bookmark with the color photo of her and her trilogy
less than two feet away from me as I write this, plus a large photo
of the Soaring Eagles Gallery and a lovely photo of an American
Bald-headed Eagle before a U.S. flag - one of my favorite images
showing the German-Roman influence over America's heraldry. It's not
the British Lion ( of Judah?) nor the Fleur de Lyse (?) the U.S.
Founding Fathers adopted, but the powerful image of the Eagle. I
always found that very much to my liking and made my mental
association with that great "continental" country - like the errand
child of Prussian Germany gone temporarily astray.
Most people in our age have not the faintest idea of the remarkable
and profound part German immigrants had on the creation and founding
of this great overseas extension of Europe. I always looked upon
Americans as Romans undoubtedly looked upon Carthagenians at the
prime of Carthage, and always hoped that the modern Carthagenians
would come to their senses and not continue to squander their
precious gene pool and resources in the service of "extra-European"
forces. My fervent hope is that America will find men and women of
wisdom and courage who will soon seize the reins and, like Christ,
drive the money changers from the Temple of American public life. It
can be done! Germany did it successfully and almost bloodlessly -
that means that America with their revolutionary traditions will once
again defeat the tyrants who lately have usurped power by stealth and
by deception - and are now ever more visible!
Mother's Day is coming, and I wanted to say, Yvonne - in a way, you
are like a mother to French, even to Continental Revisionism,
whereas Robert is the patriarch and I am, and was, a pupil. I think
of you - what an unusual family you are, brilliant, independent
thinkers, dedicated, courageous. You are a unique family. I know
many people, but the Faurisson clan is like a Scottish clan - fierce
and independent, yet organized, not berserker-like. Magnificent!
Please, thank Chard [a French cartoonist] and the people at Rivarol
for sending me their paper. The censor - the judge who put me behind
bars - let me have the paper, and I am making an effort to understand
the very subtle nuances of French political and cultural commentary -
thanks to the Gaissot Law, no doubt. The people at Rivarol are very
courageous - and intelligently patriotic! Compared to Rivarol and
some of the other smaller patriotic French publications like Verite
et Justice, Faites etc., German publications are what Robert accused
the Quebecois of, and the Germans. He said they felt "lourdes" - in
German "schwerfällig" - meaning, in a way, ponderous, and as usual,
Robert is right on target. Ingrid was always troubled by my own
ponderousness, and it will undoubtedly be evident to many that Ernst
without Ingrid is like an unpolished diamond. She spoiled me about
my lousy grammar, and of course she knew how to spell and what tenses
to use. For me, all those "things" were always a Book of Seven Seals
- and of little interest, I must confess. I am and always will be a
peasant at heart, and despite of all attempts to civilize me, easily
revert back to type and write, as they say in German, "wie mir der
Schnabel gewachsen ist." This must be a 500-700 year old saying - I
write the way my beak is grown. I love these old sayings. They are
so unique, powerful, and pregnant with meaning.
I am slowly clarifying in my mind how I will tackle the problem ahead
of me. More judicial proceedings. Disgusting! Please thank Robert
for his succinct advice and M.D. for his excellent translation. I
have asked [Attorney] Rieger not to see me to save money and time
before he has sifted through the 24 large 3 inch to 4 inch files he
has finally been given after I instructed him to take the prosecutors
to court to force them to turn over these files to me as well as to
him. I will, after careful study, decide on a strategy to adopt.
Some people have already offered to testify on my behalf, but with
that "New European Arrest Warrant" [law] and those disgusting
precedents about "Offenkundigkeit" [literal translation "It's
obvious", in this case it means judicial notice that "the Holocaust
happened" and cannot be challenged], I frankly would feel loath to
endanger any potential witnesses. In other words, I do not want to
be used as the "cheese in the trap" or some honey pot, as they say in
American parlance. I believe in being brave, even in acting
heroically - but, Yvonne, I abhor suicidal behavior! That's why I
request urgently that no one should come to visit me - not you, René,
Robert, Ingrid, not even my sons. You are all far too valuable and
too dear to me to risk endless persecutions and hassles at borders
and airports.
It is a new Dark Age that has temporarily seized Europe and North
America. It is like some kind of intellectual virus that has
befallen Western culture. My mentor called it "the bacillus of
decomposition", a very fitting description for this condition. Mr.
Arcand used to tell me that our Western culture was gravely ill,
caused by this invading bacillus, and that our immune system was
already compromised and our defense mechanisms confused by alien
concepts and false ideas - but that, in the end, we would marshal all
our vital forces just before we succumbed and would rise from the
sickbed, shake off the invaders and tormentors in one heroic final
act of self-assertion - cast them off, the way one purges a body of a
deadly illness. I believed him, because that was the message of the
Great One also. That's why he did not like Oswald Spengler's
"Decline of the West."
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(Excerpts from a letter to an American publisher of a weekly paper)
Your fax was given to me on the 30th of March. It arrived here the
25th; the censor stamped it on the 28th. That is the speediest mail
I have had. I got a letter from Jürgen Rieger, my attorney, which,
according to German law, must not be opened or censored. Yet it took
19 days to reach me. A normal letter in Germany takes 2-3 days
maximum, so somewhere obviously this letter was held up - why and by
whom is anyone's guess. I am totally out of my depth here because my
46 years' absence really do show!
[Your wife] was absolutely right in her assessment of the human
treatment of prisoners here, certainly since my arrival until now. I
cannot complain of my treatment. On the contrary, it has always been
correct, even courteous, helpful, and sympathetic. Canadian guards
working under disgusting rules and regulations showed individual
humanity and also empathy [on occasion] that surprised me, especially
after they got to know me. They went to the zundelsite.org so often,
apparently from within the prison, that the administration had the
website blocked so the staff could no longer access it from work.
It was actually gratifying to me to hear the intelligent questions on
history by some of the guards who had me and my case as a high school
and later as a university subject, since I got several pages from
1987 on in Canadian textbooks. It was amazing! Others remembered me
walking to court with my yellow hard hat body guards. Just picture
the scene [here] - a potbellied and bald Ernst Zundel, stark naked,
locked into a Sing-Sing like prison shower, guarded by a Black, a
Sikh, and a German or a Chinese or Filipino, listening in rapt
attention as I held forth on the causes of World War II or the other
subject which so freaks out German authorities. Guards would buy the
"Letters from Cell # 7" book via the Internet from Ingrid and sneak
it in, shove it through my feeding slot and ask me to autograph it or
to dedicate it to their fathers - [one of whom] living 5,000 miles
away, had been a Zundel supporter for 20 years!
One day I will write you some details that will warm your heart of
Aryan brotherhood beyond guard-and-prisoner. A movie is waiting to
be made just about this.
The worst, coldest, most callous and nastiest place was undoubtedly
Blount County Jail in Tennessee where the food rations were so small
that all prisoners were constantly hungry and the staff seemed to be
made up of people who were just plain bullies - impolite, crude and
rude. I had one cell mate for a few days who was clearly mental as a
manic depressive. He had regular pretend phone calls with the
President. He fancied himself to be the Chief of the CIA. The
guards knew he was "off" because he would get up at 2-3 a.m. and
press the emergency button on the Intercom - to berate them!
One morning 5-6 huge guards stormed into our cell. I was in the top
bunk. They hollered at me to take my mattress and belongings and get
out of the cell while they pushed him [out of] the bunk bed below. I
was not yet out of the cell when they began to slap, punch and kick
that man. He was curled up on the ground, screaming, blood squirting
from his nose and head. They kept pummeling, punching, kneeing him,
finally dragging him out of the cell on his side, pulling him with
one leg. He bled profusely, spattering the walls and floor with
blood - in full view of other prisoners! I saw him three days later,
black and blue, in sick bay where we were always taken in painful leg
irons connected with long metal chains on our feet and handcuffs -
within the prison, mind you! - six to seven prisoners padlocked
together, shuffling along the corridors, to and from sick bay. This
man sued the prison. I knew the lady lawyer. How far this case went,
I don't know - but here was a clearly mentally imbalanced American, a
chemical engineer by profession, treated like a piece of meat!
Awful! Sad!
I heard and saw some similar things in Toronto. One young Negro died
in the cell next to me. Why? He must have had some seizure or
breathing difficulties. The guards shouted, danced around and
taunted him. I saw him the day before. He was athletic, had good
muscle tone like many young Blacks who are in far better physical
shape than Whites - yet I saw him through my little 8 1/2 by 11 cell
observation window, carried out of his cell limp like a dish rag,
dumped unto a guerney, electric shock applied to his heart, given an
injection, given CPR, oxygen - the fellow was dead!
Another inmate, in a wheelchair, in his fifties, died in Thorold,
Ontario in the cell next to me. I saw the relatives come, identify
him and wail til the cell echoed from their sobbing, and I thought to
myself, "What a place do die in - all alone, locked in, helpless!
Nightmares followed. This prison experience really is something!
I saw nothing of the sort here - so far!
The medical doctor, who checked me upon arrival, was a gentle,
blue-eyed, tall German with a sympathetic manner who prescribed
immediately some herbal, plant-oil based mouth wash, for which I had
asked repeatedly in Canada - to no avail! It took me more than a
year to see the Jewish prison dentist who promptly went to work on my
teeth like the Boys from Brazil dentist on Dr. Mengele - grinding
away, no needle. He then wanted to pull my wisdom teeth because my
"mouth was too crowded." Well, I told the man that I was 65 years
old and had every tooth in my mouth and that I was not about to lose
my first tooth in his establishment! I was not allowed a tooth brush
or tooth paste in my cell. I had to ask the guards for it. [These
items] were out in the open, on top of a plastic bin, where all the
guards and other inmates walked by, kicking up dust and germs! When
I was refused a medical mouth ways, [this dentist] graciously gave me
a thimble full of salt water twice a day for three days, which gave
me a little relief, but after three days that largesse stopped. I
thought I was in Siberia!
Here the doctor prescribed the mouth wash, the medical orderly gave
me a little bottle, and after two years of almost constant
unpleasantness and pain I feel like a human being again. It means
that within 14 hours of landing on German soil I was given cheerfully
and with a warm smile something denied to me in Canada for 24 months.
Your assessment of the German situation is right on target. There is
a mood I can only describe as "government fatigue" that is palpable
and was expressed to me within 30 minutes of my landing on German
soil by border guard police with a frankness that I found astonishing
- and refreshing, to say the least.
You can be sure that I will be suffering Manfred Roeder's fate many a
times. Guenter Deckert found a fair judge who was then promptly put
on forced sick leave while other judges took over and reversed the
first judgment - not only punishing Deckert with a severe sentence,
but subsequently increasing his sentence, adding two more judgments
to it for private letters written from his cell! You can be sure
that this will be one of the tactics used on me to increase my
sure-to-be-lengthy sentence. And there are other chicaneries
waiting! I am not bragging when I say that in the German context I
am developing into something of a German Nelson Mandela.
The German entity is in a similar financial state, an untenable,
irrepairable, near-collapse state just like the United States
government. Interest payments on the national debt on the state and
municipal levels are so huge that it is simply out of control and
cannot be paid off! The servicing of the debt paralyzes the German
state entity. Now that German industry is relocating to Rumania,
Poland, Bulgaria, the Ukraine and the Baltic states where labor laws
are lax and labor costs from 10-20 percent of what they are in
Germany proper, German unemployment has now been admitted to be
higher than even in Hitler's 1933 ascension to power. It is now
finally admitted to be at least 8 1/2 million unemployed - with
increasing numbers, because companies cannot compete against the
East. Thus the German entity's tax base is shrinking and they are
caught in a descending spiral. The German post-war system is
collapsing by implosion.
Since I have always been the most politically incorrect and outspoken
of the Revisionists and knew all along what the logical outcome of
properly applied Revisionism would have to lead to, quite naturally
the currently ruling oligarchy knows that I am, by now, a Symbol of
Resistance. I am, in fact, the Avenger Anti Portas, biding my time.
Blais's judgment makes that perfectly clear. I am the living,
breathing link to our history. Thanks to my very young emigration
and meeting Adrien Arcand, who gave me that first hard cover edition
of Imperium, which introduced me to you, I had excellent teachers,
and North America freed me of my mental shackles. Had I been trapped
in Old Europe, I could have never blossomed and expanded my horizons
the way I did.
I always felt thoroughly at home in the New World - more so in
America than in Canada. I have and have had an affinity for the
America of Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, Baron von Steuben and
Madison that has puzzled me at times - like when I trod that hallowed
ground at Valley Forge. It's almost as if I had some karmic
connection to that place and that period in American history. When I
read Jefferson's thoughts and ideas on the separation of powers, his
warnings about the dangers to American liberty and to human freedom
of an appointed judiciary, it gives me goosepimples! That man
Jefferson far more completely and intimately expresses my feelings
about "People Power" and the importance of checks and balances than
any other political thinker - including National Socialist thinkers.
Thomas Jefferson accurately foretold what would happen to America if
its citizens would not be very vigilant. He even understood the
money question 135 years before Gottfried Feder introduced Die
Brechung der Zinsknechtschaft -in short, the practice of usury and
interest slavery. I am in awe of that man Jefferson - simply in awe!
All America needs to do is to apply the emergency brake and go back
to American fundamentals. People laugh when I say that. They say it
could never be done. It would be old-fashioned, not feasible. Yet
vast numbers of these same Americans think nothing of being
identified with and espousing the most reactionary religion,
Christian Fundamentalism, which is 1800 years older and farther back
than Jefferson Fundamentalism!
When Jefferson was in his prime, the census of 1796 showed that there
were 4.6 million white Americans. That just happens to be almost the
exact same number the Kingdom of Prussia had under Frederick the
Great, We should not be overly impressed by mere numbers today.
Look at little Israel. Six Million Jews, surrounded by - what? All
told, 1.2 billion Muslims?
After the United States, Israel is the most advanced and highly
militaristic state. They produce their own jets, guns, ammunition,
torpedoes, tanks, artillery, rockets with which they launch
satellites. They have long range ballistic missiles, A-bombs and
H-bombs - and now, thanks to the Germans, even submarines capable of
launching atomic warhead tipped missiles anywhere on the planet.
Against anyone they hate! So, what exactly do these vast numbers we
are so overly impressed by mean? To do what? To achieve what? Do
we need to have military bases, missions, and a presence in 142
countries - or would Americans be better served to rethink their
foreign and especially their domestic and financial policies along
Jeffersonian lines? And heed George Washington's so very eloquently
expressed ideas in his farewell address?
In fact, if America wants to recover her bearings and sanity,
national health, and purpose, there is no finer and wiser counsel to
heed than the simple and yet brilliant concepts which gave birth to
America from the 1750s on to 1796 and into Jefferson's reign and even
Madison's. I wish I had my files here to quote some of these men's
thoughts.
Very few finer minds trod this earth then, or since. I say that as a
European, but compared to the Founding Fathers and forces at work in
America then, I cannot point to a European country or a group of
Europeans who at that time had such a complete and realistic, even a
wholistic concept of what a modern state should look like, be like,
and function like - and, above all, be governed like!
They were unique. There simply is not one.
Of course the Americans were blessed with vast, open spaces, a
thinly populated continent, while especially Western Europe was a
mess of warring duchies, fiefdoms, principalities and city states
that were exhausting their gene pool with criminal recklessness. What
prevented Russia, or the Germans led by the Prussians, to develop and
then turn their vision into an American-like reality? They did not
rise to the occasion for a thousand reasons - from jealousy to greed,
from ignorance to religious bigotry.
I just reread again the British historian J.F.C. Fuller's book,
"Decisive Battles of the Western World." We wasted our precious gene
pool on internecine wars and struggles - and now we are paying the
price. It was criminal and reckless and a very sad example of utter
stupidity and short-sightedness.
Ernst Zundel
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