Zundel Letter from the German Prison: "The Limitless Will"
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zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org
Mon Jun 27 12:54:03 EDT 2005
Since there is, on the average, more than a month between Ernst's and
my letters and a reply from either side, it is often difficult to
tell to which letter Ernst is responding. He must have read a letter
of mine when I was feeling a bit blue - and what I got in return is a
response I consider one of the more unusual, dichotomous glimpses of
Ernst Zundel's intricate psyche that I have ever seen. He truly is a
man of many hues!
I usually keep personal Zundel letters private, like Midas hoarding
gold. I think I will share this letter with you.
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Ernst Zundel
JVA Mannheim
Herzogenried Strasse 111
68169 Mannheim
Germany
June 17, 2005
My dearest Ingrid -
Poor you! You sound ever more exasperated and frustrated with this
situation! I knew this crisis would come - but it's more difficult
for you than for me, for I know every living second that I am in my
enemies' clutches who have virtually unlimited power and control over
every minute, second and detail of my life - everything! Totally!
From my medicines to my diet to my mail - and now to my glasses who
are once again on the bum! Even to the repair of my glasses!
Ingrid, listen carefully:
This situation is not subject to a quick solution - not by Bruce, not
by the Lindsays, not by Doug or Barbara, and even less by Juergen.
[Our attorneys in three states and two continents] Look at all the
immense effort and expense we have gone through and expended already!
With what realistic results? We have not thwarted one single iota of
[our enemies'] devious plans. NOT ONE!
Ingrid, this is not criticism of you, or your efforts, or [our
attorneys, especially] theLindsays' - they were so beaten down in the
end that I could not persuade them, not really, to make that final,
defiant gesture of appealing or trying to stay the deportation. It
was over! It was like with our Germans in 1945 in May - there were
not enough of them with the "unbändige Wille" [the limitless will]
like you and like me - and the Great One - and many of our friends
who, although disheartened and also tired, more than tired, exhausted
and drained after years of superhuman effort, still obey an internal
commend. That is the miracle of this struggle.
Ingrid, it is the sheer WILL, the daily - no, the hourly staving off
of fatigue, exhaustion, fear, despair of the seeming futility and the
creeping feeling of hopelessness that people like you and I and our
lawyers, friends, and supporters face every living moment of our
existence. Few are granted the great, sweeping vision, the grandeur
of it all! And yet, Ingrid, they look at you and me with all their
inherent decency, honesty, sense of fairness and instinct for what is
right and wrong - and they help! Again and again!
Why? Out of an inborn sense - call it a genetic imprint on our DNA -
which we Germans describe so beautifully, all encompassing and almost
mystically - out of the Erbmasse [that which all of us inherited],
the very essence of our BEING. Something that has eluded even our
most brilliant scientists til now: The capacity of our people to do
right, to think straight, to right the unspeakable wrong done to our
fathers and forefathers- and to do it with an awesome dedication.
Ingrid, think of it!
You told me that slightly over 10% of our supporters are [people with
a doctorate]. The other 90%, the vast majority, are ordinary working
people of all ages, both sexes, of so many nationalities I can't even
count them all. This morning I read a card by a German-American
woman, now 99 years old. She has supported my efforts since the
early 1960s. Think of the miracle this is! A widow who, amidst all
her daily worries, fears, and struggles never once slackened in her
commitment through all those years!
I had no call on her life! I could not command or order her or any
of the thousands of people who helped make the Zundel Miracle
possible through their donations, usually modest in size. Oh, but
the dedication, the willingness to sacrifice their last pennies, to
see to it that I had the means, the wherewithall to launch all these
world-wide information/outreach/educational campaigns! No membership
was needed. No medals were handed out. No orders needed to be
issued from Zundel Headquarters. Year-in, year-out these people
stood by me, and simply HELPED!
It sounds so easy, even glib. But what we - now you, too, since we
are one - are experiencing is one of the most precious gifts that
separates us humans from the other species, this intangible capacity
to sacrifice for a cause larger than ourselves. A cause, they were
and are aware of, most likely might not see victory in their own
lifetimes - and maybe would never achieve what we call "victory" in
human language.
Yet they stood firm. Years. Decades. Soon a half century!
That, Ingrid, is the Zundel Miracle - and it is this magic that has
served as the elixir, the fuel, that inexhaustible supply of energy
which the French so poetically call "elan vitale", that superhuman
energy, almost like a human sun, in so far inexhaustible supply!
Every letter, every postcard, every word re-energizes me - and
obviously, infects people around me!
So Ingrid, my lady! Be patient! We are in touch with something so
awesome, so wonderful it's almost beyond description! You now KNOW
IT!
What will we do? Time will tell. I read your letter - we see things
essentially the same!
Be of good cheer! Standhalten! [Be steadfast!] I love you! The
guards are coming. I must close. I am with you in spirit always!
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