Ernst Zundel to a friend: "I have been given a mission to accomplish!"

[zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org]

Today I share with you a bit of Zundel lore, dated 1995, embedded in 
a recent letter to a long-time Canadian friend and supporter, Maria:

"I don't know if I ever told you of the day the postman brought the 
parcel bomb to my severely burned-out building.  The moment the 
postman came in the door and handed me an armful of mail, along with 
a small, but extremely heavy parcel about the size of a shoe box, a 
voice, clearly audible as if in a telephone call, told me in Canadian 
accented English:  "Ernst, do not open that parcel!" - and, as if to 
underline the point, repeated the message in a far more urgent and 
firmer, command-like voice! 

"I stood there with my mail, looking at my secretary.  I gave her the 
mail, minus the parcel.  I stored it on the shelves between the 
monitors of my security cameras in front of my desk. The parcel 
caused a great deal of attraction.  My staff came by, picked it up, 
turned it - some even shook it.  Something rattled insideŠ"

What rattled inside was intended death by assassination, dispatched 
from Jewish quarters.  We know this, because a Jewish group, most 
likely the JDL, called media and, gloating, took credit for what they 
had done. 

Busy as he was with cleaning up the charred pieces of his valuable 
library and archives, Ernst waited for the weekend before he gently 
put that parcel on a bed of bird seeds in his trunk, and took it to 
the police station - as he described it to me that evening in a long 
distance call all the way to San Diego  "Š driving very carefully, 
avoiding every pothole in the asphalt, feeling my hair stand up on 
the back of my neck!"

That evening, Ernst watched on TV as a robot blew up that parcel in a 
safe distance - the most powerful parcel bomb ever dealt with by 
Metro Toronto police.  Had it exploded in the Zundel-Haus, it  would 
have killed everybody in a radius of 300 feet! 

Ernst continues in his letter to Maria:

"My dear Maria - do not weep for me!  I knew decades ago what my life 
would be like and did not shirk my duty, even though I knew what this 
struggle was going to entail, for the Bible gives lots of indications 
how these people treat the carriers of ideas they find a threat to 
their designs and their agendas.  For those who managed to convict 
and crucify Christ - an innocent man if ever there was one! - to 
hound, torture, and convict a mere mortal like Ernst Zundel is 
child's play! 

"Maria, they have eons of experience in these methods, and have 
through all of history and at all times in every country or culture 
where they victimized someone always found more than willing flunkies 
to do their dirty work.

"Frankly, I was always grateful that I was given such a long period 
of being able to use the latest methods of communication technology 
to bear witness to the truth as I perceived it.  When I think of the 
powers and principalities I was up against, it is clear that I could 
only have survived so many dangers, traps, assassination attempts, 
arsons, bombs, and finally expulsion and deportation because I must 
have been given legions of Guardian Angels along the way! 

"Maria, what are the mathematical chances of a voice warning a man 
not to open a parcel? 

"That's why I say to you, and would ask you to pass it on to all 
other friends, not to fear for me, not to worry.  I have been given a 
mission to accomplish in this life, and I will fulfill it to the best 
of my abilities within the realm of my gifts, talents and 
possibilities.  It is important that our friends know that this is 
how I feel and how I perceive things. 

"Few people are granted to know their life's purpose.  I am one of 
those fortunate people. I realized in my early twenties that there 
was a crying need for a historical wrong to be righted, and it did 
not take me long to also realize that I was uniquely situated and 
given some talents by training and inheritance to take on just that 
task. 

"The rest was easy.  I was like a sleepwalker navigating a mine 
field, emerging on the other side, shaking and in a cold sweat - but 
emerging in one piece!  Unscathed!

"That's the way it has also been for the last three years.

"In another four weeks I will experience my third year's Christmas in 
prison, still unconvicted.  I will miss my brave wife and the beauty 
of a snow-covered, magically transformed Tennessee Smoky Mountain 
Christmas.  I will think of my children, my grandchildren, my 
brothers, sisters, stepsons, and Ingrid's beautiful grandchild.  I 
will think of them all, and in my mind will blend back to the magic 
of my childhood Christmasses spent in wartime Germany. 

"I will think of the soldiers encircled at Stalingrad and those who 
were starving and freezing in Siberia and the Gulag - and count my 
blessings!  Good health, a reasonably sound mind, a loving wife, 
millions of loyal friends, many thousands of supporters and helpers 
all over the planet!  Many a "free man" is not that fortunate."


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