A snarling feature about David Irving
zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org
zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org
Thu Jan 26 11:37:39 EST 2006
'Hitler? He was good in parts'
The discredited right-wing historian David Irving was arrested in
Austria last year for denying the Holocaust and faces trial next
month. From his Viennese prison, he gives his first interview to
German author and academic Malte Herwig, who asks if arrogance is at
the heart of Irving's desire for outrage - or something more sinister
The Observer
Sunday January 22, 2006
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,1692086,00.html
As darkness descends upon the thick walls of Vienna's ancient
Josefstadt courthouse, the adjacent prison compound comes to life.
Shouts and cries echo across the inner courtyard as the inmates talk
to each other in a plethora of languages. The elderly Englishman in
Block C looks up briefly from the stack of papers that is lying on
the small wooden table in front of him and listens before he resumes
his writing.
'I'm writing my memoirs - about 20 pages each day,' David Irving
tells me the next morning when I visit him in the Viennese prison
that has been his home since the Austrian police arrested him in
November last year on charges of denying the Holocaust.
I had been sitting in a squalid little waiting room for an hour
together with large families arguing with each other and teenage
mothers pushing prams around. One of their relatives is behind bars
for threatening to kill his wife, another has been arrested for drug
offences. 'If only all the inmates were as well behaved as he is,' a
prison guard sighed when I asked him about Irving. No, I think, as my
number comes up and I enter the high security meeting room, you
wouldn't normally expect an historian and writer among the thieves,
pimps and drug dealers held here.
But there he is, sitting behind a thick pane of bulletproof glass,
smartly dressed in a dark blue suit and tie, telephone in hand. 'It's
nonsense to put someone in prison for his views,' he says in
impeccable, accent-free German. 'It's like having a law that
prohibits wearing yellow collars.'
Irving is referring to Austria's Verbotsgesetz, a constitutional law
dating back to 1945 which not only bans National Socialist or
neo-Nazi organisations but makes incitement to neo-Nazi activity and
the glorification or praise of National Socialist ideology illegal.
It also prohibits public denial, belittlement, approval, or
justification of National Socialist crimes, including the Holocaust.
While other countries such as Germany and Poland have anti-Nazi laws
too, Austria's Verbotsgesetz is particularly strict, carrying a
maximum sentence of 20 years. With an average of 25 convictions each
year, it is also enforced vigorously by the judiciary.
In 1989 the Austrian public prosecutor issued an arrest warrant for
Irving, who had claimed during lectures in Vienna and Leoben that the
'gas chambers in Auschwitz never existed'. Austria's then Federal
Chancellor Franz Vranitzky publicly warned the British historian that
'if he should ever turn up here again, he'll be locked up
immediately'.
When I ask Irving why he still accepted the invitation to speak
before a right-wing Viennese student fraternity, he feigns surprise.
He has been to Austria twice since 1989, he says, to visit Goebbels's
ex-lover, Lída Baarová, and there were never any problems. 'Helsinki
Sanomat ran an article on it with pictures. You can look it up
there,' Irving adds, ever fond of citing obscure sources to bolster
his claims.
They treat him well in prison, but, Irving confides, he lacks money
and equipment: 'Thank God someone sent me some ink.' Then again, when
he doesn't show himself off as an innocent victim pursued by the
powerful forces of what he calls the 'enemies of truth', Irving likes
to show off his wealth. He may have had to sell his spacious Mayfair
townhouse after losing the case against Deborah Lipstadt and Penguin
in 2000, but now, he boasts, he has something even better. 'We just
moved into a enormous luxury flat near Downing Street. I did that
deliberately in order to provoke.' Irving, it becomes abundantly
clear, hates Blair, New Labour, and the multi-coloured society of
today's Britain.
'My little daughter,' he adds with a sheepish grin, 'of course
thinks it's cool that daddy is in prison'; and somehow one cannot
help feeling that daddy himself relishes having another big fight on
his hands. Irving loves to cast himself as an innocent maverick
single-handedly taking on powerful governments, the mighty press and
influential lobby organisations. He signed 60 blank cheques before
leaving London, and packed six shirts for what was supposed to be a
two-day trip.
'The boy scouts, you know,' he says, solemnly. 'Always be prepared,
that's my motto.' It is as if his lifelong 'revisionist' mission has
been nothing but a Boys' Own-style adventure for an eccentric who
never quite grew up. In fact, Irving once praised his fellow
revisionists as 'staunch and unflinching soldiers in what our brave
comrade [fellow revisionist historian] Robert Faurisson has called
"this great adventure".'
Why did he risk going on a journey that he knew might get him into
trouble? 'I'm from a family of officers, and I'm an Englishman. We
march toward the gunfire,' he snarls into the receiver. Now that he
is doing his rounds in a prison yard, however, he finds that he
didn't pack the right marching equipment. 'I have very expensive
shoes,' he sighs, 'but they are coming apart from walking outside in
the yard.'
On 20 February, the day of his trial, Irving tells me, he will wear
his blue pinstripe suit. It's the same £2,700 suit tailored at Savile
Row for his London trial six years ago, the costume he uses when he
plays his other stock role, that of the serious historian and
successful businessman, for whom travel bans and anti-Nazi laws are
nothing but an infringement of free trade and competition.
'I'm only responsible for my books,' Irving exclaims. 'But I even
found a copy of my Hitler biography here in the prison library.' It
is a classic Irving manoeuvre. He is a master conjurer of red
herrings. By pointing to an apparent inconsistency in the
authorities' behaviour, he elegantly glosses over the question of
whether he isn't also responsible for the things he says in seedy
backrooms and provincial diners. The trouble with him is that, often,
three out of four things he says are right. There are few others as
adept as Irving at harvesting lies from seeds of truth. The prison
library did stock one of his books, the governor tells me later, but
it is the one on the Hungarian uprising.
'They burnt my books,' Irving sighs. He knows only too well that
book burning is taboo and swiftly slips into the victim's role. When
I remind him that some of his books were pulped by the publishers
because of legal actions, which isn't quite the same as 'burning
books', Irving swiftly moves on to another topic. After all, he has
never been reluctant himself to drag his critics to court. He admits
that if he is not released in February, things will get difficult for
him. But then he feels he's not alone. 'I have received many letters
of support already,' Irving claims, proudly.
In the afternoon, I meet his lawyer, Elmar Kresbach, who produces a
bundle of letters from his briefcase. Kresbach, a smartly dressed,
formidable barrister who normally represents murderers and Mafia
members, shakes his head at the incoherent and confused hate mail
that has clogged his letterbox since he took over Irving's mandate.
'He doesn't understand that himself,' Kresbach says of his client. 'I
think he is becoming fed up with these nutty people, too.' Kresbach
maintains that his British client cannot be expected to be familiar
enough with the Austrian political scene to know where the groups and
societies that invited him stand politically. Irving himself claims
to be ignorant of the extreme right-wing ideology of his hosts.
It is a claim that is hard to believe when you visit Willi Lasek in
the Documentation Centre of Austrian Resistance. A balding and softly
spoken middle-aged man, the archivist looks every inch the opposite
of the bullish Irving as he sits behind his desk in an office crammed
to the ceiling with files. And Lasek, unlike Irving, is
extraordinarily cautious with his statements. 'I cannot tell you
whether Irving actively denied the holocaust recently,' he says as he
picks up two bulging files labelled "David Irving" from the shelf,
'but this will show you that his contacts to the Austrian and German
neo-Nazi scene go back all the way to the early 1980s.' The boxes
reveal a stack of yellowed flyers announcing a 1984 Irving lecture,
in which 'the courageous taboo-breaker of history' would reveal
'sensational secrets' about the Third Reich. At the bottom of the
page there is a rallying call for 'solidarity with Rudolf Hess',
Hitler's one-time deputy.
In 1984, Irving had been invited to Austria by the convicted
right-wing extremist Norbert Burger, an honoured alumnus of the
Olympia student fraternity, the same society that Irving was supposed
to address last year. But then as now, his lecture never took place.
As Irving tried to give a press conference in Vienna's Cafe
Landtmann, he was arrested and thrown out of the country. 'This
gentleman is not welcome here,' a police spokesman told the public.
Irving successfully appealed against the decision, but when he
returned to Austria in 1989 for a lecture series, his notoriety was
already such that all but two of the talks had to be cancelled
because of -public protests.
At around that time, Irving notoriously asked why it never occurred
to Jews 'to look into the mirror and say, why am I disliked?' Did he
ever look into the mirror, I inquire, and ask himself the same
question? 'I know what I'd have to do in order to be liked again,' he
replies with a grim look, 'but they're not going to get it.' Irving
is as obsessed with detail as he is with being right. Then again, he
sometimes throws all pretence of being a serious scholar away for a
publicity stunt.
Has the German dictator become a surrogate father figure for Irving,
who grew up without his father? 'I wouldn't go that far,' Irving
answers warily. But what does he make of Hitler? 'He's like the
curate's egg - good in parts,' comes the somewhat quaint reply. 'I'm
not right-wing, you see,' he continues. 'I do enjoy reading The
Guardian.'
Perhaps what some of Irving's critics have claimed is true after
all: that the man has no real convictions and no consistent
ideological programme. Robert Jan van Pelt, who was a witness in the
London trial, thinks Irving is a hysteric. 'He is a fairly good
speaker,' van Pelt explains over the phone, 'but he gets all the
energy from his audience, and then he says what they want to hear.'
And over the past years, van Pelt adds, Irving's company consisted
only of right-wing extremists and Holocaust-deniers.
I ask Irving about his spectacular U-turn on the Hitler Diaries in
1983, when, after first denouncing them as fakes, he changed his mind
and endorsed them as genuine in a Sunday Times article a fortnight
later. 'It was just a joke. It was entertainment. All that had
nothing to do with historiography,' Irving grins. 'It's not important
who wins, but how you play.'
It comes as no surprise that Irving's view of history is totally
devoid of moral considerations. He is too amoral to even comprehend
that his statements about the Holocaust may hurt survivors. His view
of history is not unlike that of the National Socialists. History,
like nature, is red in tooth and claw. The stronger win, and it is
only the strong that Irving reserves his admiration for. Someone like
'Bomber' Harris. With his first book, the young David Irving drew
attention to the horrors of the Allies' bombing of Dresden in 1945.
Yet he admires Sir Arthur Harris as a 'great man'. 'I'm referring to
him as a commander, like Dönitz,' Irving exclaims. 'If you can send
20,000 young men to their deaths each day, then you are a great
commander.' Small wonder that Irving admires Hitler too.
Suddenly, it all begins to make sense: The Third Reich as a vast
playground, his fellow 'revisionists' as brothers in arms and enough
material for a host of adventure novels like the ones Irving enjoyed
as a child back in the Essex of the Forties. A time when England
wasn't a multicultural society yet, the Empire still existed and a
small boy listened with dreamy eyes to the stories about his uncle
who served in the Bengal Lancers.
Irving misses the Empire and the lost sense of security offered by a
society in which everyone knew their place. He is 'naturally, a
monarchist' and thinks that the Austrians are 'simply jealous of our
monarchy'.
What about your outrageous statements, I ask, like the one about
more people having died on the back seat of Ted Kennedy's car than in
the gas chambers at Auschwitz? Doesn't he think that's deeply
offensive? 'It's the English way, and it's not always polite.' Irving
likes such tasteless jokes; he finds nothing wrong with making fun of
Holocaust survivors and dressing it up as prankish humour. His desire
to cause outrage seems rooted in the sort of reckless arrogance you
find in some public school boys who think the world belongs to them.
It may not be a coincidence that he hails from a country where jokes
about the 'Führer' are still beloved by the tabloid press and where
what passes for polite society enjoys cracking jokes about Hitler.
There is no doubt that Irving has as many critics in Britain as
elsewhere, but he also thrives on the tolerance of the liberal
majority in Britain, who tolerate the most tasteless of statements in
the name of free speech.
Since Irving's arrest, Austria, too, has witnessed a new debate on
Holocaust denial and free speech. The sociologist Christian Fleck,
Lord Dahrendorf and others have spoken up against criminalising
opinions even if they are as vile as those of David Irving. Even
Deborah Lipstadt has suggested that Irving should be let go. 'If you
had said to me a couple of months ago that I would be asking for
David Irving's release,' she says, 'I would have said you are crazy.'
But Lipstadt doesn't want to be on the side of censorship, she says,
and she doesn't want Irving to become a martyr to free speech.
The smartly-dressed prisoner behind the thick glass couldn't agree
more. 'I would be less hopeful about the outcome of my trial if I
didn't know that every intellectual in the world is on my side,'
Irving exclaims triumphantly.' In an instant, Irving has changed his
costume again and now enters the stage as the reckless gambler who,
by deliberately risking his arrest in Austria, has confounded his
critics. They now find themselves in the uncomfortable position of
appealing for the release of the man whose views they detest. It's a
high but perhaps necessary price to pay. Let Irving talk, and he will
unravel himself. Perhaps his last costume will be that of the court
jester.
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: /pipermail/attachments/20060126/5df647c9/attachment.htm
More information about the Zgrams
mailing list