Another Zundel Letter excerpt out of Mannheim

zgrams at zgrams at
Fri Nov 11 07:04:59 EST 2005

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Another Zundel Letter excerpt out of Mannheim  / 22 Oct '05, written 
to a young friend living in Texas:


The criterion for getting the "Close Combat Decoration" in the old 
Wehrmacht was that you had to be in such close contact with the other 
combatant that you could see the whites of the enemy's  eyes. That 
means, as you know, fighting close-in with bayonets, tree branches, 
rocks, anything one could get one's hands on. German veterans have 
told me hair-raising tales about the Eastern Front.  Ernst and 
Ingrid, and their loyal friends, are out there in the forefront, 
seeing the whites in the eyes of the enemies of freedom, in prisons, 
courtrooms, in three countries and on two continents.  Since the 
struggle has transferred from the battlefield to the courtrooms, this 
is where real history is now being shaped.

On 17, October, 2005, we won a small but significant legal victory in 
the Oberlander Gericht, which is the level of court one step away 
from the Supreme Court, known here in Germany as the Constitutional 
Court - an odd name and situation, as this temporary Allied construct 
in effect operates not under a Constitution at all, but rather under 
what's called a "basic law." Israel is the only other country in the 
world to operate under this unusual system - odd coincidence, eh?

The issue we brought before the court dealt with my mail 
restrictions, specifically correspondence between Ingrid and myself. 
Letters were being withheld - ridiculous!  We won the case on 
constitutional grounds; the judgment reads that communication between 
a husband and wife are of a specially protected essence or class. 
Husbands and wives must be able to discuss their respective views 
about their own particular situation and how that may relate to the 
court case before them.

So - we won an important victory for married couples!  Imagine this: 
I, the man who was forced to return in chains from exile after 47 
years,  is now being forced to fight like a bastard to give these 
Germans the important, actually sacred,  right for a man and his wife 
to communicate freely!

I told them: "Bis hierher und nicht weiter!"  Ingrid is fond of 
saying, "we drew our line in the sand."  Undoubtedly, one day someone 
will translate these court documents.   I don't have the time - I 
have to prepare for my other court appearance and have approximately 
20,000 - 25,000 pages of documents to sift through for that!  Most of 
it is déjà vu - they are the same documents dredged up by the 
prosecution for my prior court cases in Canada. Imagine that!  I am 
accused of the same issues, as evidenced by the same documents the 
Canadian Supreme Court used to exonerate me on constitutional grounds 
thirteen to twenty years ago!  One of the documents [against me] 
cites a publication written in England thirty-one years ago! 

Can it get any more grotesque? I don't think there are any parallels 
in history.   Ernst is once again setting precedent. Galileo had it 
easy by comparison.

I now want to switch topics to get a little mental relief from the 
torture of these documents of shame, as I call them. I told you in a 
previous letter that I had bought a small radio with a CD player. 
Now my cell reverberates to the sounds of Mozart, Brahms, Verdi, 
Beethoven, Bach - and, yes, Wagner too!   Oi Vey!   Ausgerechnet 
Ernst - how could you?!

I believe - and you could help me with this - that we humans respond 
to music with our DNA, our inherited genes - what we call in German 
Erbmasse, the things our forefathers deposited within the blood 
pulsating in our veins.  That's where their racial memory is stored. 
That's why we Europeans and Euro-Americans resonate with our folk's 
collective memory.  That's why country music in the United States and 
Canada is almost entirely the product of the European American.   It 
is the same on this side of the ocean. At this very moment,  Saturday 
morning,  as I await the call to get my one hour of fresh air in the 
prison yard, I am listening to Schlagermusik sent by a kind of 
working class pop station, which also plays American hits as far back 
as Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and Pat Boone.

Now that I have been taken out of circulation for the last three 
years and am safely locked away for 22 hours and forty-five minutes a 
day, I have time to listen to music and do some serious thinking. 
One of my recent interests has become music and a genetic connection. 
I talked about this issue with some Eastern Europeans, Gypsies, Jews 
- I encountered a Romanian thief here who confessed to me the other 
day that he comes from a long line of Jews - an eerie thing really as 
he plays guitar in our Bible hour, so we had something in common 
anyway.  I also befriended a German/Russian-mix fellow who also 
played a few songs in church and sang for us.  Interesting  these 
people's attitudes toward music and the feeling music evokes in them! 
Then I questioned at length a Congolese who played "his music" and 
his own arrangements in, of all places, German churches and 
cathedrals!  He brought me his media clippings.  You should have seen 
the costumes and instruments they used - it was out of a black and 
white Tarzan movie, something I would have watched with my kids in 
the 1960s. Those goofy, wide-eyed German Christians, soaking in the 
multicultural milieu, looked totally bewildered in his photos!

One German here shares a cell with another Congolese who is highly 
intelligent, a former engineer.  His German cell mate tells me this 
Congolese grows visibly distressed when the German watches classical 
concerts on his television.  It has apparently even led to 
differences and arguments. It's that profound. 

You see, we Europeans resonate via our DNA to a different cadence, 
rhythms, instrumentation, etc. One can see once again the wisdom in 
the statement, "we march to a different drummer."

When I listen to the electronic popularity tests conducted on the 
aforementioned German radio station, I listen to the voices of mostly 
women, but a few middle-aged men too.  They almost exclusively 
request romantic, wholesome, non-raucous melodies, what I like to 
refer to as "voluptuous songs" about love, tenderness, kindness, 
loyalty, fidelity, rather than what modern music has to offer.  One 
woman, a Greek, has had over 250 gold records to her credit over a 
forty years singing career.  There are Italians and Spaniards, too, 
all singing in accented German - the same genre of music, nice, 
melodic.  DNA is the key to success in the music field, as it is in 
painting, architecture, fashion - only the aberrant strangers in our 
midst create the cultural discomfort and dissonance we feel. 

I believe we may be beating them back now.  German pop is becoming 
increasingly popular in Germany.  One boy recently sold over a half 
million records singing about tenderness and love in his silken 
voice.   A music critic from one magazine wrote that he [the boy] had 
"soul in Blut,"  using the English word for soul, rather than the 
German Seele - as it might have alerted the ever present censorious 
cultural commissars that the German folk might be on the rise again, 
so to speak.

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