From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Wed Oct 1 04:59:55 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 2 16:14:09 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/1/2003 - "EZ: Prisoner of Conscience Series starts today!" Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny October 1, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I am changing my strategy. Rather than recycling articles from other sources on the Net that you can get on your own with a little digging, I am going to let Ernst speak to you directly from prison. You will get to know Ernst Zundel as a complex, versatile, kind and highly sensitive activist for Truth in History who has never been the hateful monster the mainstream media made him out to be. I will do more. On the Zundelsite, www.zundelsite.org I will juxtapose Ernst's forward-looking ideas and solutions to our problems-riddled world to the hateful voices of his enemies. People will be able to see and compare who the real haters are - and draw their own conclusions about what's really going on. This ZGram is to let you know some of his thoughts on art and music in our Western/Christian era. Let me just add that while Ernst has been fascinated by and deeply involved in the study of Christian art and Christian music, I would not call him, and he would not call himself, a "traditional" run-of-the-mill "Christian". As in every other area of intellectual exploration, Ernst has his own ideas of what Western Christianity is and is not, what it used to be and what it has become, how it impacts on our Aryan psyches positively and negatively. Stick to us. You will learn something about the nature of demonization for political purposes - something in which our enemies excel. Here is the first installment, excerpted and edited / Ernst Zundel in a letter to a friend and likewise politically demonized victim, Malcolm Ross: ===== [START] Ernst Zundel: Prisoner Of Conscience in Cell # 5: Dear Malcolm, Bill and All: Let me answer your letter of 1 August 2003 and that lovely Eagle Card. I have been asking Ingrid to keep an eye open for a "Soaring Eagle" because the art gallery Ingrid and I were on the verge of opening is called SOARING EAGLES GALLERY. At first, Ingrid resisted the idea - but eventually, I think, just so I stopped lobbying her, she gave in. Now that we have a hand-carved, wooden Soaring Eagle sitting proudly atop our gallery sign by a major highway, she agrees it looks magnificent. That's why I want to thank you especially for the card, because it gives me reference material. The Eagle is the heraldic bird of America, Germany, Austria and Imperial Russia. Thus there is a bond among brother nations and a good starter for some interesting conversations with American tourists who will come to our gallery and book shop where we will display Ingrid's books - and some others, of course. I also hope to offer CDs, tapes and videos at Soaring Eagles of the most beautiful hymns of Christendom sung by vocalists who have the voices of angels, accompanied by harps and other uplifting instruments. I had gone to numerous Southern Gospel conventions to hear different vocalists in person - and tentatively had picked a girl's voice. She is about 30 years old, from Wisconsin. A beautiful voice! I had also listened to some local men sing for me. Within a week from the time of my arrest, I had an appointment with a small company locally that has state-of-the-art microphones and mixing consoles staffed by sound engineers. My sudden arrest put a temporary stop to that. Only temporary! This is something I wanted to do all my life - and those darned [Holocaust] trials sidetracked me! Whatever might happen to me, wherever they ultimately ship me, I will try to produce at least some of the things I told you about. I had a fairly extensive sheet music collection, 100 to 200 hymn books, and a Bible collection going back almost 400 years which I had bought from all over the world during my travels. They were in several languages, some were leather-bound. The 1995 arson claimed them all! Once I am free again, I am sure that with the help of friends I will put the word out to help find for me the most inspiring hymns of Christendom which flow nicely and can be sung easily, and we will cause a revolution in the Gospel Music market! I am highly offended by the raucous noise which passes as modern Christian music. I don't know who is responsible for it, but it is a disgrace to the Christians of the world! I did not find a single tape - and I bought hundreds over the last ten years in Christian book-and-music stores - which I did not find offensive! "Teuflisch" is the word for it in German! [The word translates as "devilish" or "demonic"] I have the same beef when it comes to small, frameable Christian theme pictures or even images of Christian postcards, wall plaques etc. There was only a small series in our local, large Christian book-, poster-, postcard- and music store - and, I kid you not, it was a stark, black-and-white image of Christ, looking like Charles Manson! It's true! It looked so grotesque, I protested to the store owner. She was incredulous! As my "revenge", I chose a famous copper-engraving print of the famous German medieval engraver and artist, Albrecht D?rer. There is a large original D?rer collection in the National Gallery in Ottawa. The title of it is, in translation, "The Consternation of Christ", which shows Christ with a beautifully drawn, evocative but, of course, pained expression wearing his crown of thorns. I proceeded to hand-color copies with my brushes and airbrush, and once I get back, I will put them in a prime spot in my gallery! We will start the counterrevolution right there - in music and art! I also made some startling graphics with my airbrush in glorious full color, based on one of my very popular 1960s graphic prints - three ethereal crosses floating in space. Regardless of where they ship me ultimately, I will produce a series of these paintings. If I can get released on bail and can even spend a few months still in freedom in Canada, I will make new masters here, have them printed by my contacts and have them hanging in my gallery in less than two months after my release - and have them marketed on the Internet to boot! And that will be only for starters! So you see - the Soaring Eagle might be caged for the moment, but my spirit is free! ===== TO MY ZGRAM READERS AND SUPPORTERS: HELP KICK-START THIS SERIES, MEANT AS A FUND-RAISER TO HELP FREE ERNST ZUNDEL. FOR ANY DONATION OF $10 or more, you will get a frameable copy of a sketch produced in prison. Checks, cash, or money order are okay. I am working on the credit card situation since PayPal kicked me off after I raised $9,000 in just a few days for a full-page ad in a major Washington paper. Make your check payable to Ernst Zundel and send it to: Ingrid Zundel, Ed.D. 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge, TN 37863 USA ===== From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 2 14:28:25 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 2 16:58:16 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/3/2003 - "EZ: Prisoner of Conscience Letter" - Part II Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever October 3, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today I continue with Ernst's ideas about Aryan music, combining paragraphs and thoughts from several letters to friends so you can get a feel for where he really lives. Here he refers to a Zundel supporter demonstration outside his prison, of which he was not even informed: [START] Paul told me about you singing a song at the demonstration outside jail - I did not even know the demo was planned or going on! Because of the SARS scare, the jail has been under lock-down all week. I [was not allowed] a walk in the prison yard or a shower in several days, so I was absolutely oblivious to the world outside, since I never hear radio, see any TV, or read any newspapers - I truly am isolated! But I wanted to thank you especially because of your interest in music. Nobody knows this, not even my friends, but I always wanted to be a singing troubadour! I believe one can move and reach people with music, inspire them to rise to great heights like nothing else can! Not even oratory! One of the multiple reasons I chose to live with Ingrid in Tennessee was music. I have been actively pursuing the search for a new kind of music genre, with purer sound, somewhat like my paintings, which are uncluttered, with brighter and purer colors than most of my contemporaries use. That is the sound I am looking for - with a cadence and rhythm, if I may call it that, of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, Amazing Grace, the Old Rugged Cross, Whispering Hope and part melancholy Don Cossack vocals - as sung by the German-Russian singer, Ivan Rebroff. I love that man's range and the timbre of his voice - it gives me goose bumps! I cannot stand Skinhead - to call it music is an insult. It is for me cultural anarchy; it is Black-plus-Jewish sounds packaged for Whites. I think Pierce [was] exploiting young Whites. I told everybody that for the last ten years! You cannot preserve one of the best, most noble, finest aspects of Aryan music - our soul food - by adulterating or poisoning it with that kind of noise - and call it music! That genre is to music of our people what fingerpainting, Picasso, or Rauschenberg are to a Rembrandt or Michelangelo. I know that you have a different viewpoint on this subject, but what I have always appreciated about you was your keen comprehension that on the keyboard of our "instrument", which is our race's soul life, there are many, many keys, some black and many whites, and the magic is evoked depending on how these keys are touched. They can turn people on - or off! Since you are interested in music and culture, keep your eyes open for new voices. What I am looking for is an angelic, well-modulated, malleable voice with a good range. Rebroff often sings Russian ballads and has the most amazing four-octave range, but he is so famous and successful, we could not possibly afford to approach him to sing our new music. Heino has been around since the 1970s - big, booming, deep, manly voice, but for me too mechanical. He sings largely medieval ballads and very old German folk songs. He has a big following in Germany. He has become too blas? and too perfunctory. It's now all rattled off, without feeling and without soul. I heard him once in the old Massey Hall drown out some S?ngerknaben or Domspatzen Choir - I was horrified by his brutishness. That spoiled this man for me forever! I'm afraid that's a bit of a problem with Carl [Klang] - he belts out his songs in rapid staccato, and in anger! I am not knocking Carl's music, but I believe with all my heart and soul that we need far more feeling, warmth, voluptuousness, a kind of reedy-like sound which is soul-penetrating and haunting - and stays with people forever in their subconscious minds. The same goes for the accompanying instruments. I don't know if you are at all familiar with National Socialist music. There was something that pulled people in - and moved them at the same time. There are three or four songs you will remember - Lily Marlene, the Panzerlied made famous in the film "Battle of the Bulge," "Flamme empor!" and, of course, that most moving of all NS songs, the Horst Wessel Lied, which became Germany's second national anthem. Also the rendition of Germany's [first] national anthem, played on the 8th of May, after Admiral D?nitz's announcement of Germany's unconditional surrender - one of the most moving speeches of the last century. The program closed with a string orchestra's rendition of our national anthems and faded out with church bells ringing. What I am looking for is a sound to span the generations! The Internet will make our sound catch on so fast it will unite our people over space and time and pull the generations together again, much in the way the Horst Wessel song did to the Germans two, three generations ago. It was the secret of that World War II classic, Lili Marlene, sung on all sides. That's the one project dear to my heart - the framework in which I see embedded this new sound I have been looking for. All that, of course, has been put on hold, pending the outcome of the various legal moves now being planned. The other [important project] is to make sure that my case is kept out before the public. Summer is a [problem] to keep people focused and interested - they all go off to the lake, to their cottages in the country, to Europe. Ingrid and I have some legal initiatives working their way up the hierarchy of the courts in the US and Canada, which might bring a change for the better for me - hopefully! Summers in Canada are notoriously bad periods for political activism. I know that from my long career. What a strange journey my life has been. I am no fool and know that my situation looks more hopeless than ever. But things might look bleak, and being in maximum security 24-hour lock-up sounds grim to some or most people. I don't like it either, but I knew most of my adult life I was going to be experiencing this kind of inconvenience - for I know our enemies! My tenacity, my unbending pursuit of the rehabilitation of my German people was going to be punished. I wondered all along what took them so long to inflict this on me. Slowpokes! I know that they can't keep me locked up forever - either here or wherever they intend to ship me. Time and history are not standing still. Not even for them! Could you please send a copy of this letter to Ingrid for our archives? [END] TO MY ZGRAM READERS AND SUPPORTERS: HELP KICK-START THIS SERIES, MEANT AS A FUND-RAISER TO HELP FREE ERNST ZUNDEL. FOR ANY DONATION OF $10 or more, you will receive a frameable copy of a sketch produced in prison by Ernst. Checks, cash, or money order are okay. I am working on the credit card situation since PayPal kicked me off after I raised $9,000 in just a few days for a full-page ad in a major Washington paper. Make your check payable to Ernst Zundel and send it to: Ingrid Zundel, Ed.D. 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge, TN 37863 USA From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Fri Oct 3 17:30:05 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Fri Oct 3 19:57:05 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/3/2003 - "Prisoner of Conscience: Letter to Yvonne" Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 3, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: People from all over the world send me copies of their Zundel-Letters for my archives, as requested. After all, once this huge kidnap nightmare is over, we are going to have a huge Zundel Library, right? Right! For today, I picked one such letter I thought had an unusual take on current events, written to a lady friend in France. I will admit I edited this one a bit more fervently than usual because when Ernst gets excited about a particular issue, punctuation and orthodox sentence structure lose meaning. I tried very hard to keep this letter to the spirit in which it was written and meant to be read - so indulge me! I fuss when it comes to nouns and verbs in their appropriate places. Here goes: [START] Dear Yvonne! At 2.25 a.m., I woke up last night, bright awake, my mind going at full tilt! It was something Ingrid had said in response to what's going on in the Middle East involving the death of a high-ranking "Pope-like" religious leader. I said that it was [caused by] our Traditional Enemies. [She, in her] usual without-guile innocence said: "Why would they want to do that? Kill a Pope? A religious leader? What's that going to gain them?" I knew after we parted company that maybe [she] felt that I was locked up for so long I did not know what the heck I was talking about. So let me explain why I said what I said: The problem in Iraq stems from the duality of the "heads" grafted onto the American body politic - the "Lobby" power and the "Money" power. Thus we see two diametrically opposed policy goals at loggerheads with one another. It is horrible for a state to be in this position. There is its own national self-interest of the oil and resource sector of the American-military-industrial complex, as personified by Bush, Cheney, Halliburton, Bechtel Corp. and the Council on Foreign Relations crowd. These largely Gentile-dominated outfits wanted to steal the oil and precious metals not only of Iraq, but of that whole region, including Iran, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Bahrein - all these oil-producing areas, as well as Afghanistan, the gate-way to the ocean of oil, in the Caspian sea basin! That was the loot Bush and Gentile U.S. capitalist circles [as well as] the military arms manufacturers have had their eyes on for two decades, since Reagan's presidency. Why? Because China, India, Pakistan and South East Asia are motorizing so fast that in another short 10 years, those three countries will gobble up all the oil in the world now produced - in one entire year! Thus America, England and all of industrial Europe would be grinding to a standstill with an economic impact unequalled in human history. The Americans know about this state of affairs in the upper echelons of the ruling circles - like the Bush family and their friends. The Israelis and Jewish circles know it too! The Americans want the oil of the region. In order to pump it, they need to conquer, pacify, and reconstruct the area. That's their policy goal: No stability - no oil! The Israelis, on the other hand, need a chaotic, destabilized, at-war-with-one-another fractured Middle East. Divide and conquer! Play one faction against another! This has been their policy since the state was founded and has been the Jewish modus operandi since Biblical times! That's how "minorities" rule. Let majorities fight each other! Enter the Israeli Fifth Column, the neo-cons, who had wormed their way into positions of power. [They] decided and ruled at the most important levels of government, the media and, especially, the think tanks and the intelligence apparatus. That's why 9/11 was created offshore and allowed to take place by the "oil and resource lobby" - and the ruling oligarchy. Both needed a new Pearl Harbor! The theft of the treasures of the Middle East had to be camouflaged under some [fanciful] name or slogan. The "'weapons of mass destruction" was the fig leaf supplied, we know now - mainly by Israeli and Jewish agents and infiltrators, i.e. sources via the Likud-Sharon-Wolfowitz-Perle-Rumsfeld crowd! The Israelis needed to destroy Saddam Hussein, the only guy in their neighborhood who was ruthless enough and had the cunning or survival instinct to beat down his fractious population of various tribes, [such as] the warlike Kurds, as well as his religious fanatics. He ruled with a brutal iron fist, because nothing else can guarantee a stable state in that place since time immemorial. The Jews know that America is financially bankrupt, a powder keg of racial problems simmering below the surface, ready to blow like a volcano if ever there is going to be a depression or massive unemployment, which could be anytime. They had to act fast! Thus Wolfowitz, Perle, Kristol and their cohorts exploited the opportunity and ugly anti-Muslim mood created by 9/11, as it was designed to produce, by those who planned and executed it. They knew that they had only a small window of opportunity where the Bush/Cheney Cartel's policy would overlap with theirs. They had to do it in Bush's first term, because Bush the Younger was going to do Saddam Hussein in, which the father did not get around to doing because he tripped up, got the Jews mad at him and was thereafter unelectable! The Jewish-dominated media and Alan Greenspan's Federal Reserve policies saw to that after 1991. That's why [we saw] the frantic maneuvering and clamoring for war by the Neo-Cons, Israel's Fifth Column in America. They wanted that war so bad you could taste it, because they knew Bush's 9/11 [popularity] windfall was wearing off - and increasing numbers of Americans were getting wise to [the neo-cons] everywhere. The Pentagon top brass wanted to wait, prepare better, get more troops etc. You remember the debate - they wanted at least 200,000-250,000 troops and U.N. participation via Powell. The Israelis saw these millions upon millions hit the streets around the world in anti-war demos and decided to hurry things along with fake intelligence assessments. They basically lied the U.S. and Britain into that war - with both light-weight leaders Bush and Blair going along for cheap glory and the subsequent spoils! They knew the 21 million Iraqis were, by then, a "Fourth World" country, decimated by the 199[1] Gulf war and 13 years of deadly sanctions! Iraq was one more time pounded into the dust. There was no contest ever - the results were a forgone solution! The Israelis got what they wanted - Israel wanted to smash Saddam Hussein via the U.S. military machine, because he was a thorn in their side for 25 years already. But they also wanted to cow and intimidate all the other states around them by the example of the utter devastation of Iraq - much like my treatment is meant to serve as a scarecrow [to frighten] the patriotic groups. Make no mistake about this "by-product"! This is almost as good as having a war, because the Israelis can point to Iraq and say: "Do you see the influence we have in Washington? We can get our "Golem", our American pitbull, to tear you apart any time we want! So watch your step!" The first one to see the light was Muamar Khaddafi, who [previously] refused to buckle under, even after Reagan bombed Libya and after the Lockerbie disaster in 1989, where 270 people were killed! For 14 years, Khaddafi had always refused responsibility for the Lockerbie explosion. After the smashing and invasion of Iraq, Libya paid $2.7 billion in compensation - a huge amount for those 270 victims - adding meekly that it "accepts responsibility for the actions of its officials"! (Newsweek, Page 4, Sept. 1, 2003). You can bet your life that the American behavior against Saddam Hussein and Iraq shook that money and apology loose! Terror speaks its own persuasive language. Especially Middle Easterners know that. Those who planned and executed 9/11 and the invasion of Iraq knew it, and still know it. They are masters at employing terror! The Israelis and Jewish lobby have achieved their primary policy goals already. Saddam is gone, his military finished. Iraq is a basket case. And Israel will now do what they did in Lebanon in 1982 and after - destabilize the region, keep everybody fighting everybody. If a strong religious or political leader, or group around him, arise - simply have him killed! They have had this policy for 4,000 years, as is evidenced by a book published by a New York State University Press a few years ago, "The Role of Assassinations in Jewish History" or something like that. In living memory we have the famous Lavon Affair, where the Israelis were going to burn and blow up American consulates, information agency libraries etc. in Egypt and then blame Nasser's "Moslem hot heads" for it! Mossad did that in 1953. [The terrorists] were caught, prosecuted, hanged - the very rare time [where the Israelis] goofed up! Menahim Begin blew up the British headquarters in Palestine, the King David Hotel, with lots of casualties, civilian and military. Shamir and his assassin gang killed Lord Moyne, a U.N. official, without qualms or repercussion to them! Moshe Dayan killed people at Deir Yassin in terror-inspiring massacres, as did Sharon in Sabra and Chatila and in Jenin - again with total impunity, no sanctions, no war crimes trials, nothing! These people's chief stock-in-trade is terror - on an individual and on a state level. They have always been and still are born terrorists. "Targeted killings" of Palestinian religious or political figures and security men have been and still are Israeli policy, as was and is the deliberate maiming and wounding of children and demonstrators, deliberately shattering their bones, "hooding" of prisoners - which the Americans have adopted in Afghanistan and in Iraq, [as well as] concentration camps, such as the Americans have in Guantanamo Bay now, as well as denying of due process to prisoners or enemies, no habeas corpus, no freedom of speech, freedom of assembly, freedom of association. All these are instruments of Israeli occupation since 1948 in Palestine - and now in America! That Americans and Canadians don't want to see it - or if they see it, don't understand what it is really designed to do - is simply because the media and educational system has dumbed them down to a level hitherto unknown in the civilized world. They are modern-day zombie populations, led around by the nose - mentally so manipulated that they cannot think straight, much less act in their own self-interest either as individuals or as societies and states. They have become the tax-paying cash cows and playthings of an alien oligarchy both in spirit and in reality. What will that mean for Iraq and the U.S. role there? Newsweek, with its 4 million readers, asked the front page question in its issue of 1 Sept. 03: "So what's Plan B?" Why should there be a plan B? This war was a proxy war, fought by Israel's American pitbull, temporarily unleashed to destroy Israel's most dangerous local/regional enemy. That was the war aim of the neo-cons. That task was accomplished. Israel is today safer than it was for years, and will be so for years to come! The Israelis don't care that "meshuggene goyim" - that is, Gentile boys and girls - are dying in terrorist attacks. They are not Israelis. They are someone else's problem. The Israelis did not like that young Bush did not appoint a single Jew to his cabinet. They are still upset that Sharon was not received in the White House with open arms before 9/11 - and Powell's fair peace plan did not help! Why should they care that Bush's ratings are going down, that his presidency is in trouble? They are still carrying a grudge against Bush the Elder and his friend James Baker, that uppity Goyim, who did not sign the $10 billion carte blanche "loan guarantee" during the elder Bush's presidency! They never forget a slight! Was it not therefore fortunate, very fortunate, that the attacks on New York and Washington got the younger Bush's attention, straightened out his thinking and made him change his tune and policies in favor of Israel? Overnight! So what will happen in Iraq? Israel has been vehemently opposed to an observer role for U.N. Human Rights monitors, much less U.N. Blue Helmet peace keepers, anywhere they had anything to say. As far as Jewry, Israelis, the neo-cons, the whole crowd has anything to say, the U.N. is dominated by an overwhelming number of unfriendly Third World nations - who regularly vote against Israeli and American/Jewish interests. What they cannot control, make use of or manipulate, they usually destroy - even their bankrupt, moribund Soviet system. They are single-minded in that policy of ego-ethnocentricity: "Destroy what does not serve Israel and Jewry!" Since they do not have anything to gain from a stable, prosperous Iraq, they will sabotage anyone, any policy or initiative, overtly or covertly, which will lead to a normalization of life in Iraq. Chaos, civil war, riots, religious strive, poverty, unemployment, poor sanitation and even starvation serve their interests. It is their secret policy to ensure it stays that way - like in Gaza, the West Bank, etc. Enter the U.N.'s top diplomat and expert in "Nation building", Sergio Vieira de Mello, fresh from Geneva's U.N. Human Rights body, hated by the Israelis and the U.S. top brass alike! The U.N. wanted control over rebuilding Iraq - the U.S. and the Israelis loathed that idea. The Americans wanted mainly American businesses friendly to the Bush crowd to get the most lucrative "re-building" contracts, freezing most other nations out of these multi-billion dollar, no-competitive-bids manna-from-heaven deals! De Mello was appalled by what he saw in his nearly three months in Iraq and, according to Newsweek, Sept. 1, 2003, was fed up and angry enough to summon his chief U.N. spokesman, Salim Loue, and told him to "draft a public statement condemning U.S. military recklessness"! He planned to release it that evening! That statement, which put the U.N. on a collision course with the U.S. in Iraq, was never issued! Was it not an odd coincidence that a huge flat bed truck could blithely roll through all of Baghdad teeming with American roadblocks and military patrols, carrying enough military ordnance covered apparently by a tarpaulin, with 500 pound bombs, artillery shells, mortar rounds - over 1,000 pounds of Iraqi ordnance, says Newsweek! Uninspected and unsuspected, that [flat bed truck could] drive to U.N. headquarters, park right beside De Mello's office and kill him and [another} 24 people, injuring 86 more seriously, in a massive explosion! Vieira was blown apart, his body parts crushed under slabs of concrete, at 4.37 in the afternoon, while in a conference - no doubt fuming about his troubled relationship with America's chief U.S. Administrator for all of Iraq, L. Paul Bremer. Bremer is for Iraq what General MacArthur was for occupied Japan after Japan's surrender in 1945. What are the chances of someone loading a 500 pound bomb, which would take a crane or forklift truck to heave up from one of Saddam's ammunition bunkers, unto a truck unobserved? Ammo dumps in enemy territory are always guarded by high wire fences and troops, 24 hours a day, especially in war zones! Who on that day - before that critical U.N. statement, which could have changed the course of history in Iraq, went out to the world's media - had most to gain by this man and his closest aides being dead? On that day? At that hour? Think about it! What will the "Iraq" policy be now? Some newspapers explained it long before the war started: the same policy the Allies adopted towards the German state in 1945. It will be a brutal, all-stifling occupation, in fact a military dictatorship - a policy of dismemberment to weaken the conquered state into political and military impotence, slicing off and setting up a semi-autonomous Kurdish state - exactly as happened in Germany with the Eastern provinces East Prussia, West Prussia, Silesia, Sudetenland etc [lost to Germany]. In Iraq there will be Sunni, Shiite and other tribal areas, like the British [had] in India, which allowed them to control that whole populous subcontinent - 230 million people at the time - with only 30,000 British troops, because the Indians were forever at each other's throats. Even ancient Rome did the same. Israel has survived 55 years by the same technique against its neighbors. Destabilize. Terrorize. Incarcerate. Subjugate. Keep [people] unemployed, impoverished and, above all, spread hopelessness and despair! Exile troublemakers. Imprison or assassinate natural leaders by calling them "terrorists" - that way, absolutely no one cares in the current hysteria. It's a license to murder! Will the Israeli policy work for the Americans in Iraq? Maybe. For the moment, Syria and Iran seem safe. Americans, unlike their Israeli tutors, do not have the fanatical racist superiority complex vis-a-vis their conquered population, because many of the GIs are themselves minorities - Latinos, Blacks from the ghettos of Harlem and Detroit. So far, only 77 Americans have been killed, only 500 wounded. The German Army lost almost 1 million soldiers killed at the hands of Allied guerillas - if the same "wounded ratio" is applied, another 6-7 million wounded by these "freedom fighters" armed by the Allies! The Soviets lost 50,000 killed in Afghanistan by the U.S.-equipped Bin Laden Mujahedin, before they pulled out and then imploded and collapsed, never to rise again. When will America say in Iraq, "Enough is enough!"? Time will tell! Hard to say - with all that oil there still to loot! [END] TO MY ZGRAM READERS AND SUPPORTERS: HELP KICK-START THIS SERIES, MEANT AS A FUND-RAISER TO HELP FREE ERNST ZUNDEL. FOR ANY DONATION OF $10 or more, you will receive a frameable copy of a sketch produced in prison by Ernst. Checks, cash, or money order are okay. I am working on the credit card situation since PayPal kicked me off after I raised a fair amount in just a few days for a full-page ad in a major Washington paper. Make your check payable to Ernst Zundel and send it to: Ingrid Zundel, Ed.D. 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge, TN 37863 USA From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sat Oct 4 04:09:39 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sat Oct 4 06:44:33 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/4/2003 - "Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 4" Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 4, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Well, it seems that "Letter to Yvonne" - yesterday's ZGram - is a big Internet hit! There will be many more like it. Not many people know that Ernst really has a first class mind and unusual powers of discernment and analysis, despite his inadequate formal education in post-World War II Germany. But as long as his enemies succeed in keeping him in prison, more and more people will. After all, he is well on the way to becoming the world's Number One Dissident Icon, as judged by the mail I receive. The other day, one of our neighbors, who dropped by to say hello, told me that he had casually mentioned in one of the newsgroups that he was acquainted with Ernst, and that Ernst had given him a little painting on a wood block left over from the expansion of our office - and a fellow Internetter had offered him $1,000 for it, sight unseen! Nice story. I enjoyed passing it on to Ernst to put some sunshine in his day! Today's ZGram contains basic information about Ernst's situation which you have probably heard, by now, close to a dozen times. However, since I am starting a new information campaign about the Zundel struggle by letting Ernst speak directly in his own voice so that the world will understand exactly what his arrest is really all about, please bear with me. This is for readers new on my list. It was written to a supporter in Germany - who is, by the way, already a "second generation" supporter. His father supported the Zundel struggle for decades, and now that he is old and on a very limited income, his son has jumped into the breach. We see that more and more, and it is nice to know that such a continuum exists that bridges the generations and carries the struggle forward on younger, stronger shoulders. The letter is dated July 4, 2003 - true irony! By now, we are already three months farther down the road, with a new, very bright, courageous attorney team and added discoveries of wrong-doings and legal initiatives to read those wrongdoings into the court records. However, the basic facts still apply. [START] Dear Mr. (name deleted because this supporter resides in Germany where political dissidents land in the slammer just like in Canada ...) I'll write this letter in English to help out our censors here in the Canadian prison who have to read all our incoming and outgoing mail. We have to give the letter unsealed to the guards - exceptions are my lawyers, some government agencies, ministries etc. My wife sent me your letter of May 29, 2003 to my prison cell. I will try to use it as evidence in Federal Court to try to offset some of the absolutely poisonous atmosphere created against me by the Canadian Government and its spy agency. I appreciate your going to the trouble to write that letter for me on my behalf. For the moment, I am concentrating on the preparation for my defence [?] and will concentrate on whether I can get released on bail, which I was in all my trials in the past. This is a feature of Anglo-Saxon law, which has unfortunately "verk?mmert" [transl. ... been "crippled by starvation"] in Germany's legal tradition. My German lawyer in 1990 told me that in Germany only one out of 100 accused people ever gets set free, pending a trial. Here in Canada, England, Australia and America it is just the opposite. Only the very worst of criminals ever are refused bail! That's why, in the past, from 1983 to 1992, I was released by over a dozen of the judges on a $10,000 property bond and $1,000 in cash. Never once during these eleven years did I break any of my bail conditions - yet this time around, I have been refused bail by the Immigration Department on five different occasions already! The day after tomorrow, I will begin my sixth month in a maximum-security incarceration in a Canadian prison. I have not seen any of my wife's newsletters. I am in total isolation. I am really cut off from what is going on in the world outside, even in my own family. The law, under which I am held in here is a very complex, only recently updated law, passed by the Canadian Parliament after the [9/11] terrorist attacks and their aftermath. The law allows a Canadian judge of the Federal Court to listen to secret witnesses and secret evidence, and look at documents, listen to videos, audios - anything at all! My attorney or I will not be told the names of these witnesses, and we cannot test the documents to see if they are forged, edited etc. Therefore, we cannot make intelligent submissions about these documents [in my defence]. The judge's decision is final. It cannot be appealed or reviewed by a higher court, not even the Supreme Court of Canada. Should the judge rule against me, his decision then becomes automatically a deportation order to Germany. There, a new arrest warrant was issued against me on 17 February 2003, the day of my deportation from the United States. This warrant is Europe-wide and 15 pages long. All my alleged "crimes" are Internet-related. All deal with the Auschwitz Holocaust problem and my defence of the German regime from 1933-1945. A minimum of 5 years' imprisonment awaits me in Germany. It could be 7, 9, 12 years with added-on charges, as was done in the case of G?nther Deckert, Udo Walendy and others. Thus, I have to fight here, as hard as I can, because I know the legal system better here than in Germany, and there is more flexibility, with all its faults, in the Anglo-Saxon legal, tradition-based Canadian system than in the Allied-Occupation imposed German system. Parallel to fighting for my release on bail and then against the National Security Certificate, I have also a constitutional appeal against these National Security laws slowly making its way through the legal system all the way to the Supreme Court of Canada. If the Canadian judge does not release me on bail, and if some of my other legal initiatives undertaken by my wife and my own American lawyers do not bring any changes in my situation, I will be in a Canadian prison for years! Those are the facts I face. It is an uphill battle - the worst I have yet faced in my life! Ernst Z?ndel P.S. Please excuse the pencil. We are not allowed to use pens in a Canadian prison. P.P.S. The Zundelsite.org currently gets between I million to 1.2 million visitors a month who look at an average of 2.5 documents. That is why the Bonner-Berliner-Bonzen [transl. ... political bullies] see red when Zundel's name comes up! [END] ===== Thought for the Day: "DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT ERNST ZUNDEL IS STILL ALIVE IN A TORONTO PRISON? WHAT A WASTE OF THE CANADIAN TAXPAYER'S MONEY! LET'S HOPE HE DROPS DEAD SOON. WISHING ALL YOU NAZI ASSHOLES A BAD DAY, John" (Hate letter to the Zundelsite, dated October 1, 2003 and carefully archived) ===== TO MY ZGRAM READERS AND SUPPORTERS: PLEASE HELP KICK-START THIS SERIES, MEANT AS A FUND-RAISER TO HELP FREE ERNST ZUNDEL. FOR ANY DONATION OF $10 or more, you will receive a frameable copy of a sketch produced in prison by Ernst. Checks, cash, or money order are okay. I am working on the credit card situation since PayPal kicked me off after I raised a fair amount in just a few days for a full-page ad in a major Washington paper. Make your check payable to Ernst Zundel and send it to: Ingrid Zundel, Ed.D. 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge, TN 37863 USA From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 5 13:56:30 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 5 16:24:26 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/5/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 5 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 5, 2003 It's been eight months today since Ernst was kidnapped. I am sending you some bits and pieces from Prison-Land that I already sent to our supporters in their July newsletter. I recombined and edited the passages a bit - all useful for the record: [START] "...My immigration lawyers in the US have already filed a 45 page appeal brief with the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeal in Cincinnati. One lawyer has 15 years' of experience as an immigration expert. He says he has never seen as many violations of rules, regulations of US Immigration laws in any case he handled before. They had no right to arrest me, no legal authority to detain me, and should never have deported me without several courts at different levels having looked at my case. He says it will become one of the most shocking and important immigration cases of this generation..." "...I appreciate you sending me that horribly expensive "Little Orphan Annie", the Hobo cartoon book. I knew of the phenomenal success of those series but had actually never seen what it looked like. All I can say is this: Look at how simple the storylines are and how unsophisticated the drawing! The populace of America surely could not have been very sophisticated or spoiled by intellectual fare - no wonder they were willing to kill their brothers in Europe so easily at the Jewish propagandists' instigation in two world wars - and once again be lied into a war in Iraq so easily! "... The Human Rights Commission condemned me in absentia in 2002 to "stop the website." -Every day I have to spend in solitary confinement in a high security tract strengthens the evidence that I do not run this website as I have always insisted on. Ingrid is an American. She will not go to Europe as long as she remains in America and does her work there. (Our enemies) can throw all the temper tantrums they want. "? There, too, I will undertake judicial steps to fight for my rights...which means my political enemies have a few tough nuts to crack, all due to no fault of my own. Had they left me alone in Tennessee, then neither the Jews nor the Canadian government or the politicians in Bonn or Berlin would have had such headaches as they now have. I must be honest - I feel a certain amount of glee, regardless of how uncomfortable my hard bed and how unpleasant my momentary condition might be. It is a satisfaction for me to find out from Ingrid how our opponents, often over whole pages in Canada's daily press, lament the fact that I had the gall to come back here, and even defend myself, and to then top it all off, submit these outrageous national security laws to the Supreme Court to check their constitutionality. That's what they got for tackling a Swabian as an enemy. "...This morning, I got fresh air for the first time in 10 days. I imagine that someone hopes that I will throw in the towel one day because of such treatment and that I will come begging to please deport me to Germany. As long as I am well, and my various court cases are in progress, I am afraid my enemies are in for a long wait. One should, or ought to, expect that, after so many years of legal battles with me, they would have expected something like that. But hate makes these people so blind that they are apparently still surprised as to who I am, that I am who I am. All that is a little incomprehensible to me. It almost seems as though someone had come up with a perfect plan - and suddenly, judicial Zundel mines are going off where they had not expected to find any..." "...My belief in reincarnation and karma are a total control-mechanism on all I do, say, write. I believe in my heart that I am totally innocent of all these accusations. The nasty stuff in the press is pure character assassination - and I will leave it to the "cosmic cops" to look after those who torment me. I believe that all those who have hounded me so mercilessly for sooo long will receive their just punishment. Not by me. I do not have the hate or thirst for vengeance or revenge they seem to be consumed by - I simply do not have it in me to be like that..." "... Being incarcerated has given me lots of time to study, to write, to reflect, which I did not have for many, many years. So that is a benefit to me. -Seriously, the amount I have been able to learn from those government documents is amazing! Finally having the time to cross-reference things has clarified many things in my mind for me. -I'll be twice as smart by the time I get back out. Then I will be unbearable..." "... Now I can see sky, and this morning a stab of sunlight is falling on my table and the papers on it, and is reflected on the floor. I spent three months in Thorold in windowless cells, not knowing when it was day or night, often not knowing what day of the week it was. I made myself a homemade calendar, which at least tells me when my next court date is going to be and helps me keep track sending out letters. Some of the important ones never get delivered to Ingrid. Obviously, someone on the outside, not in here, is messing with my mail..." "... You will see blue-stemmed Lilies because the green pencils simply wear out too quickly and they break so easily that I simply have to send you once in a while fantasy-flowers to use up some of the other colors. Next week, hopefully, I will get my large envelopes from the canteen. Then I will send you some very nice, lovingly and carefully done designs..." "... I am doing fine. Of course I miss being with you and all our flowers, all the magnificent vistas, the smells, the butterflies sailing by, the birds - and, of course, dropping by at the gallery and painting up a storm. We will have a lot of catching up to do! ..." "... I hope you will not be offended, but we are only allowed to use pencils in prison, and I am using up my softer German-made art pencils in order that you can decipher my handwriting a bit better. I am using up my German pencils at a frightening rate, $1.85 one pencil. There is the additional problem of getting them sharpened by the guards, who hate the job, it seems - and I can understand and empathize with them. They are big, rough, tough prison guards, and I come to them like a little boy holding up a fistful of pencil stubs through my feeding slot in the big metal door, and beg them: "Please, could you sharpen my pencils, (Daddy)? That's how I feel when I have to ask. Usually the kind and understanding Security Chiefs come to my rescue and take me up to the area where this instrument of my longing is mounted at a wall. These high-powered men, executive/officer types, sit there patiently while Canada's most reviled man sharpens his 15 pencils! I feel so embarrassed that I often wait 3-4 days before I can pluck up the courage to ask if they can once again help me! "... I am sure that the higher-ups will take another look at my/our situation and come to realize that I am no threat to them or other prisoners or the institution. Already I have been reassigned to a cell with a window where I can see blue sky and the sun for the first time in three months. I have been allowed to keep all my court documents in my cell. The first time in almost four months there is a corner table and a shelf for my books and transcripts. I am allowed access to the phone. True, it wastes the time of two guards and an officer, all of whom have more important work to do then listening to me telling my wife that I love her and miss her and that I would rather be in Tennessee painting than in solitary confinement in Toronto. I see it in their expressions, in their faces. They have to follow their orders and sit there. I know there is not one who would not rather be somewhere else. So we share a fate like Siamese Twins, kind of stuck together - till somebody higher up decides: Enough waste of manpower! We have better things to do!" [end] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Tue Oct 7 08:14:18 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Tue Oct 7 10:46:04 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/6/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 6 Message-ID: ZGRAM - WHERE TRUTH IS DESTINY: Now more than ever October 6, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: The Zundel letter below is more than 3 months old, and some of the information outlined is a bit dated, since there have been subsequent, even more dramatic legal developments unearthed by us via the Freedom of Information Act. We now know there have been illegalities even in at least two courts to get Ernst kidnapped and deported. Talk about "...acting in concert"! Guess who? You wonder why - and why now! Ernst is so sick of courts and trials, he doesn't want to hear me say this - but I feel a huge, U.S.-based HOLOCAUST TRIAL Number Three coming up! We have so much more information now than Ernst could bring to court and to the public in 1988, fifteen years ago! Besides, this IS still America, and with 9/11 having made people much more inclined to believe in huge deceptions by our favorite tribe, we could give them a fine run for their money. This is NOT something that they would welcome at this time, believe me! In fact, it practically screams "Attention!" that, at least in the Canadian court proceedings and hearings, nobody even breathes a word about the Holocaust - it's all "white supremacist", "racist" etc. now! Somebody saw fit to change horses in mid-stream! The missive below was written to a journalist in France: July 1, 2003 My dear Gilbert - It is Saturday; the prison is always far more quiet on the weekend than during the weekday. I sit on my home-made stool made out of court transcripts and files stacked on top of one another, because in Ontario the chairs and stools have been removed from the cells, since one inmate killed himself in his cell, using his stool in the act. I don't know who this Houdini inmate was, but now we, the sane inmates - thousands of them, I am sure - are made extremely uncomfortable by not having a chair to sit down to eat, to write, or to study. All has to be done sitting like Ghandi, lying on our elbows, or kneeling like in prayer in front of our desk. Luckily my files reach up just high enough to make it feasible. One of the prison captains told me: "Typical German ingenuity!" Thanks for keeping my fate before the French public. I must have gotten 40 letters from all over France, Corsica, and one even from Tahiti because Rivarol covered my story. I was very touched. In intellectual quality, the letters from France are of a higher caliber than I usually get from Canada, America or elsewhere. I was surprised but also pleased by that. (...) I will now give you some news. You will be the first one to have the details, and I would urge you to contact Ingrid once in a while and ask her to send you the latest developments on the American legal front, which are very promising and exciting - and would be welcome news for the readers of Rivarol. Ask her to send you the FRAP 23 and 27 submission/motion to the Federal Court in Cincinnati. It is not all that long. It is one of the most astonishing legal documents I have ever seen. It deals with the blatant illegalities in my case, especially the willfully ignored or rejected constitutional and habeas corpus questions we raised in the Knoxville and Cincinnati 6th Circuit Court of Appeal while I was still in American custody on the 13th and 14th of February. This document clearly proves that I was illegally removed from that Blount County jail and also illegally deported, in clear and direct contravention of a Supreme Court of the United States promulgated statute. When a habeas corpus motion has been filed, no court can release or transfer a prisoner without a specific order from a judge, not even to another jail in another U.S. jurisdiction. There was NO court or judge's order on the district court level, and none thereafter by an appeal court - even less a U.S. Supreme Court order! That makes my transfer, and most especially my removal from the United States, totally illegal and a violation of one of the most important constitutional rights and provisions of the U.S. legal system! The papers by us have been filed. Our motions and our legal brief to back up and explain the case [in response to the government argument] have also been filed already. There might be a very brief 15-minute oral argument allowed by the court. We have no idea how long they will take to make their judgment - or even less, what it might be. We are hopeful that they will see things in our favor - and then a long and expensive series of appeals and actual trials will take place - the end aim being, since my deportation was contrary to the laws of the U.S. that I be readmitted to let the due process take its course. The details are very exciting and are contained in that FRAP 23-27 document. We have appeals pending in Immigration Court in Memphis or New Orleans, and also in Cincinnati. If the case is decided in our favor, then it will have to be heard again in Knoxville. The appeal, if there is one, would again be heard in Cincinnati - and if need be, and the court allows it, in the Supreme Court in Washington. Thus, if Ingrid and I can raise the money, the Z?ndel case in the U.S. is far from over! Now to some additional powerful news: [Defense attorney] Doug Christie came to see me on July 3, '03. He brought with him affidavits and legal papers - a constitutional challenge of the entire National Security related legislation in the Refugee Act, which was passed in the fall of 2001 and has never been challenged in the Supreme Court of Canada. Those challenge details were filed, along with a Canadian habeas corpus motion, on July 4, 2003 in the Superior Court of Ontario by Doug Christie. All the Attorney Generals of the Provinces, and also the Attorney General of Canada, have been served with those papers already. I don't know, Gilbert, if you knew this, but the legislation allows the Federal Court, Judge Blais, to look at secret evidence - which he already did! He can also listen to secret witnesses as well as video and audio tapes without Doug or myself being present. Thus we cannot respond to any of this evidence, since we do not know its content - or the witnesses' names, ranks, titles, what organizations they represent; in other words, what political or ethnic/religious biases they might have. With all these advantages accruing to the government, they still enjoy an additional advantage - which is that this lone Federal Judge's decision is final and cannot be appealed to any higher court. Since my arrest and incarceration, the traffic on the Zundelsite has increased dramatically and now hovers between 1 million and 1.2 million visitors per month. These visitors, in turn, access 2.4 documents per visit. No wonder the [Canadian and German] governments hate everything about Ernst Z?ndel, his courageous wife, and his worldwide set of followers who make all this global information outreach possible. I am in here partly because of that website. That is why I refer to myself as the world's first Internet website hostage - and I am seriously thinking that, rather than fighting with lawyers in court, I should engage a hostage negotiator! Gilbert, I am not sad about my fate. I had wanted solitude to rethink my life's path, my work, my future - that's why I left the turmoil of Toronto behind. Well, my prayers were answered: I have now more solitude than I bargained for - and I am making good use of it! All the best to you! Ernst Z?ndel [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Tue Oct 7 08:17:36 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Tue Oct 7 10:46:12 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/7/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 7 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 7, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today's Zundel letter was written April 20, 2003 - Hitler's birthday - to Dr. Robert Countess, a former Army Chaplain and fellow Revisionist. Here Ernst refers to his answer in the hearings where he was asked if it was true that he had in the past referred to the F?hrer as "the Great One" - and to the horror of some of his friends and to the triumph of his adversaries he said what he has always said - that, yes, those were his very words! [START] Dear Robert - It was good of you to come by and visit me in jail. I enjoyed our wide-ranging talk and also your sense of humor and your prayers with me. It was also good to see you at the hearings. It's a nice and comforting feeling to see familiar faces at such moments. I actually welcomed that opportunity to bear witness to Germany's greatest son, when the opportunity arose for me to do so. I am ever so glad I am never tempted to make foul compromises, not to bend my knees to the servants of Evil and Zion for their satisfaction and amusement. I asked our Prison Chaplain for a Bible study course, and he was kind enough to have a guard bring it to my cell. I found some amazing parallels in the lives of some of the early apostles to my own life and career - like Paul's repeated jailings for his preachings and teachings. I took a certain comfort out of the stories of poor Job - I related to his never-ending trials and tribulations. So there is really nothing new under the sun for dissidents! The course itself is childish, simplistic and unsatisfying, obviously geared to a pretty dumbed-down population segment. It did not live up to its billing. The authorities have not given me the German New Testament you sent me. It might have been confiscated or stolen like other mail by those who have a mail cover outside the institution - which is like a licence to steal and create havoc, sanctioned by government with those secret service types. If you already have politicians with poor morals and ethics, and they become ministers, their ministries and the government agencies they oversee also quickly become compromised. There is lots of truth to the old adage that one rotten apple can indeed spoil the whole barrel quickly. We can see that in Canada, America, and certainly Germany - three countries with which I am familiar. There will be another continued detention review hearing , and unless our currently running judicial review hearing bears any results, I will certainly not be released and will be here or maybe even in Toronto after or even before the next hearing. Ingrid tells me that most large Canadian news organizations and especially newspapers have purged their web archives of most Zundel stories, unlike some American Internet services. She claims 38,000 websites are coming up if you type in my name. If that is true, that is surprising. She also says that as far as global popularity of all the worldwide websites are concerned, the Zundelsite skyrocketed from a very respectable place around 120,000th out of [some estimated] 600 million websites world-wide. Since my arrest we climbed to 20,000th, and are still climbing. Every time hearings take place, a new surge results. She says that if this present trend continues, we will reach CNN and the New York Times by Christmas 2003. That's absolutely astonishing to me if it's true and she is not being misled. If this is all true, I should simply stay put at my Thorold Hilton, where today, on Easter Sunday and Adolf Hitler's 114th birthday, it is heavenly quiet. Even the crazies are strangely silent the whole day. It's a little embarrassing to me that it took my arrest, deportation and jailings to accomplish this almost miraculous feat. I still can't figure it out why this should be of such interest to people all over the globe. It's weird but wonderful - after all, where could I earn so much money to buy so many stamps, envelopes? The global scene is changing perceptively in our favor. Don't let the looting spree and easy victories in Panama, Haiti, Afghanistan and now Iraq fool you, Robert! There is an ebb and tide in the affairs of men, and vainglorious, power-drunk neoconservatives are not immune to the lessons and pitfalls of history. No one is. I have lived and travelled in America with wide-open eyes. I have seen the teeming masses of New York, Los Angeles, Detroit and Chicago. I have studied the human material, the men and their machines up close, and I shudder when I think about the future of America's non-existent primary industrial base, all exported to the sweat shops of China, India, Korea and a thousand other places. I have seen the obese, unhealthy, unthinking, flabby population even in rural America, munching their deadly junk food from ever more garish plastic cups and plates. I have seen the waiting rooms of doctors and the emergency rooms of children's hospitals - kids with cancer at three years of age, an epidemic of children's diabetes, almost every child with imperfect vision, asthma, learning disabilities - so hyper, so misbehaved, they can't concentrate but for a few minutes! No, Robert Countess, no great, certainly no lasting empire can be created with such material, much less held together for any length of time. None! It's not possible. It's a foregone conclusion that this mushroom-like culture will implode, collapse from within at the slightest reversal of one of their ill-advised overseas robbery campaigns! The struggle is for resources - oil, water, food. I have watched the campesinos up and down the Imperial valley, stooped over, producing 60% of the fruits and vegetables we eat - artificially fertilized, the water table depleted to the point where the ground has sunk 20-30 feet in many places. How long do you think 1.2 billion Chinese are going to be sitting idly bY, once all those factories have been built with American know-how and U.S. money, once [the corporations] have sucked the life substance out of America's still-producing heartland, once the Mexicans begin to move into America's southwest? How long to take Los Angeles, San Francisco - by democratic voting patterns for the time being, by demographics in one more generation? Rome beckons. The rot of Rome is everywhere. The handwriting is on the wall. I remember seeing a sign in the 1970s in Montana, a billboard: "America! Repent or Perish!" I never forgot that! The doctor came by yesterday, was pleasant and pleased with the blood pressure coming down to non-stroke levels. I am too, for I would like to stick around for a while and see with my very own eyes the self-destructing of my bitter enemies, just when they think they have achieved their messianic-madness goal. They are truly a pityable lot - so brilliant and capable in many ways, and yet so blind to their own faults and follies, which will - as so often in the past in their 5000 year long troubled, bloody history - snatch defeat from near-certain victory. If only they could be just a little bit more human! If anyone ever wants to see a curse at work, their fate is it - a living daily example! [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Wed Oct 8 15:10:41 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Wed Oct 8 17:39:44 2003 Subject: *** Another Jewish smear job on Ernst Zundel coming up?*** Message-ID: >Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 14:53:15 -0700 >To: Richard_Sacks@ReadersDigest.com >From: Ingrid Rimland >Subject: Re: Checking facts about Ernst Zundel >Cc: >Bcc: >X-Attachments: > >>Ladies/Gentlemen: >> >>Reader's Digest will be running an article that I'm checking for >>accuracy. It mentions Ernst Zundel and calls him a "Holocaust >>denier." Is this accurate, please? >> >>Has he written anything using the phrase "counter holocaust >>lobbyists of Hillel?" A story in Vanity Fair says that he has. Is >>it accurate, please? >> >>Many thanks for your time and help. >> >>Sincerely, >> >>Richard Sacks >>Senior Editor/Research-Reporting >>Reader's Digest >>Pleasantville, NY > > >I am Ernst Zundel's wife. I am sending your request on to my list >and will let our more articulate revisionists give you a basic >education on "Holocaust Denial"! I don't remember that phrase you >mention above, but I will ask him tonight. > >Ingrid Rimland > > > From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Wed Oct 8 16:58:17 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Wed Oct 8 19:27:35 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/8/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 8 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 8, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today's letter was addressed to me, written on May 6, 2003 - I received it literally months later! It shows yet another side of Ernst - his concern about people getting harmed by living in what he calls "concrete cages" - high rises, huge bureau complexes etc. - something we have often discussed on our walks. [START] How I wish I could be there, surrounded by all this beauty - Wears Valley in springtime with all those pastelly hues of green I used to marvel at, instead of [being in] this cold all-steel and concrete cell! I remember having a three-hour interview with a famous German scientist in Berlin 1969. He was the last "Kommissar" in charge of German Radar Development in World War II. He had written a book about the impact of electrical/electronic waves on human, plant and animal organisms. The book, one of a kind - very few ever printed - was lost in the arson of 1995, like so much else. I remember him showing with diagrams and photos, and also quoting from scientific studies, that all steel-reinforced concrete structures would cause serious health effects. Especially easily affected were the thought processes of people who had to work and/or live in these steel enclosures and steel-shielded cages. He claimed that the steel acted much like lightning rods diverting cosmic radiation - which, he said, had been a beneficial part of man's existence on earth for as long as there was human life on the planet. He was a fascinating guy! He gave me the example of the benefits of this exposure to cosmic radiation and our earthly environment by observing what fresh earth behaves like that has not been exposed to constant bombardment by this mysteriously constituted cosmic energy. He said - and we have seen it thousands of times - that very, very little will grow in that soil. You can see proof of that all over Wears Valley. Nothing will grow unless you add to it already well-broken-down top layers [of soil]. He had it calculated how deep it went, the energy it had etc. I loved the interview. He also showed branches of spruce and pine trees exposed to microwaves emanated from those relay communication towers all over Germany. He showed me the dried-up, needle-less branches - the tops of these very beautiful and otherwise majestically tall and stately trees. Healthy everywhere except for the side exposed to the path of these immediate rays or waves, as they came out of those mysterious pods or containers mounted high up on the towers. He also showed house plants a certain distance away from the television set, arranged as if they were watching television - in other words, exposed to the rays emanated from the monitor - and demonstrated that, within a relatively short time, these house plants would wither and die, even though they got watered daily. Then he showed houseplants, same semi-circle, protected by thick lead plates in front of them, and how these protected plants were unaffected by the waves and thrived - all this to prove the dangerous impact on the well-being of living organisms caused by man-made waves. Plants, beasts, and MAN! Which brings me back to my cell and, what else, Adolf Hitler - who, our German scientist claimed, was a finely attuned man with clairvoyant aptitudes who could pick up the thought waves of others, even other dimensions. When he was more and more forced to live seven stories underground in his steel-reinforced concrete bunkers, he became cosmic-energy deprived. [The scientist claimed] that one only needed to see photos of Hitler's face, films of his body movements, to prove his point - pale, pudgy, with an unsteady walk etc. When I interjected that Hitler tried to take his daily walks in the fresh air, my interview partner objected disdainfully: "Fifteen to 20 minutes do not make up for 24 hours of deprivation." Thought processes, he claimed, were the first to be affected because they consist of the finest of electrical impulses to be transmitted within the brain itself before they are even spoken or written. [His point was] that Hitler got a double whammo, deprivation even to recharge his solar cells - and never mind the cosmic radiation deprivation inside the cavernous bunkers. My scientific genius concluded that Adolf Hitler lost his edge he had over the rest of the world the deeper and the longer he had to stay in those steel cage death traps. He, the man who built his dream house high in the mountains with a garden next to the house, where his vegetables were raised bio-organically by his half-sister, radishes, chives, lettuce and parsley still quivering with energy, having been picked only moments before he ate them - he, who would hold walking conferences on especially laid-out mountain paths with stops to sit on benches to take in the mountains and valleys - what does that remind you of? As a special treat to his very special guests, he would take them up to the Eagles' Nest, the Kehlstein-Haus (today called the Tee-Haus) where, not so incidentally, he spent almost a week fasting and in solitude, meditating before making the final decision to pre-emptively strike the Evil Empire to remove this deadly threat from all of Europe, while our German forces had at least a fighting chance because of superior generalship, training and, above all, elan and confidence. That, my dearest wife, is an aspect of history your husband knew for 30 years, untold until now, but since you are now the custodian of the "inner Erbe" [soul inheritance] I felt I should share it with you this morning. I have been keenly aware of the deprivation factor and the long-term effect it poses. Thus I cherish every second in the yard here, regardless of ice, sleet or snow, much to the chagrin of my shivering guards. One more reason, apart from being at your side, to miss what we were building. [END] Thought for the Day - Hate mail to the Zundelsite: "Nazis: Gas'em, Cremate'em, Deny'em!!" From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Fri Oct 10 08:20:09 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Fri Oct 10 10:55:42 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/9/2003 - "Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 9 (with a prelude) Message-ID: ZGRAM - WHERE TRUTH IS DESTINY: Now more than ever October 9, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today's ZGram is meant to be part sermon, part apology because it takes real aggravation accumulated over months and years before I blow my stack, and when that happens - rarely! - I don't always practice what I preach. The sermon first, via helpful examples: I have in my "to-do" bin a letter to be answered from an almost 90-year-old lady, a long-time supporter, still amazingly alert and eager to learn internetting, who sent me a thick pile of newsgroup chitchat she had pulled from the internet from a fellow we all dread, Danny Keren, a well-known Holocaust Enforcer and cyber terrorist, who was hounding this old lady as per usual - and here I summarize and paraphrase: "...but what about the piles of bodies we have seen..." "...and what about the bulldozers pushing all those corpses into mass graves..." "...and what about the millions of eye witnesses who told first person stories...?" Ad nauseam! I told this lady - probably much too impatiently, for now she is real mad at me - that for almost ten years, Internet Revisionists have answered every one of these questions and then some, over and over again! It's all there! For the asking! Tons and tons of information! Acquired at great costs! I told her it's no longer up to us to waste our time and resources hopping when Keren says, hop!, running in circles with Keren providing the circles, repeating ourselves over and over again. We have no obligation whatsoever to full-time Internet agitators like Keren to jump to every challenge - he is not interested in our answers, his sole purpose is to tie up our time, drain us of our energy, ride piggyback on our willingness to please and to show just how eager-to-dialogue we are - while all he does is to put sand into the wheels of our information outreach! I "met" Danny Keren already almost ten years ago - he sang exactly the same tune and evoked the same Pavlovian response from hundreds of all-too-compliant "debaters" who argued themselves blue in the face - only to find that, after all that exertion, there was old Dannyboy again, asking the very same questions: "Well? What about the piles of bodies we have seen..." "What about the bulldozers pushing all those people into mass graves..." "What about the millions of eye witnesses who told first person stories...?" For Pete's sake! Give me a break! These agitators know exactly how to keep a screeching needle in a broken record! They simply repeat the same lies over and over again as though no Revisionist research existed - and hope that some of them will stick! Remember the "Six million"? According to Talmudic math, six million minus three million still equals six million - no matter what your argument might be! Example Number Two: About a year or two ago, I had a serious collision with Mark Weber of the venerable Institute for Historical Review. I told him, speaking from a bottled-up Germanic fury that craves efficiency and action, that our Revisionist conventions needed jazzing up! I said we did not serve our Cause by recycling shop-worn topics and warmed-over theses over and over again, year after year, with the same droning speakers, that we needed entertaining keynoters who could draw younger, fresher audiences - and with remarkable ?lan I even offered myself to show him exactly how it was done. After all, I was a pro - had I not spent more than ten years on the road as a professional convention speaker, doing precisely that? With a near-speechless Mark at the receiving end of my sizzling telephone line, I let him know where was coming from, that I had spoken to audiences of thousands and thousands at huge events at state, national and, thrice, even international conventions - and had, on two or three occasions, been given higher billing than senators of their respective states. So there! I even gave Mark a peppered lecture on the difference between a keynote and a state-of-the-union address - and Ernst, who was resting in bed and listening in on his scold of a wife, probably pulled the comforter over his ears in sheer shock. But I meant what I said, and I said what I meant, and just to punish Mark and underline my fury, I snubbed him royally for an entire year - and only after Ernst got kidnapped did I offer to smoke a peace pipe with Mark Weber - for the duration! - because I needed him and knew that no one in our ranks could do those media interviews with such exactitude and intellectual charm with just that extra-finely-honed hint of properly restrained scholastic passion. Ich kenne meine Pappenheimer! Poor Mark! I don't think he ever knew what hit him - and I don't think he fathoms to this day what propelled me to do this brisk number on him. Mark is a gentleman of the old school who will not ever lose his grace - not even if he hits his thumb with the proverbial hammer! He does best what he does best, and he does it exceedingly well - but we are still waiting for a sparkling convention. Final example before the apology comes: Of late, I was building a rage in my stomach for weeks and months on end that nowhere did I see a glimmer in the mainstream media about what I consider Richter Scale Revisionist developments of note in Germany: the crucial Fritjof Meyer interview, the fact that courts in Germany now shy away from charging pesky "Holocaust deniers", the Mahler Mockery of Germany's Establishment by taking a handful of dissidents up to the Wartburg and loudly declaring the obnoxious Holocaust kaput, even his wily initiative of founding a "Victims of the Holocaust Lie" organization - all with a crafty eye on Germany's despicable Collaborators with the Enemy in a systematically lawyerly way. I tried to nudge this revisionist, that revisionist by poking them with my elbow: "Come on now! Get out of your rut! Say something worthwhile that's going to be quoted!" I was hoping for a David Irving-like pronouncement such as "? more people died in Senator Kennedy's back seat than ever died in a gas chamber in Auschwitz?" But all I got was yawns. And I said to myself in pitch-black despair: "Now watch! Dr. Faurisson is going to come pittypatting on soft soles and start shaking a well-manicured finger at me for having blasphemed simon-pure Revisionism because, tut-tut-tut, good old Fritjoff didn't go all the way?" And sure enough! In a friendly Faurisson way, I was gently corrected that, why golly, all kinds of Revisionist lights had indeed palavered on the matter - to each other! I was also asked to mend my ways and set the record straight. The subject line said: "Rectification". At that I blew my stack - I wasn't going to be rectifying anything! Would you have, in my moccasins? And here is what I said: "No, Robert, if you want to write this up and chide me for it, I will not hold it against you. Go right ahead! What I said was that this was good news, not itsy-bitsy, picky-picky news - I absolutely hate it when Revisionists lose themselves in a jungle of absolutely irrelevant details that nobody but nobody cares about - and miss the forest for the trees! "We are in an intifada situation - we do not have the luxury to inspect every single rock and pontificate for ever and ever until the cows come home what this little crack and that little irregularity means! "Have you seen a single mainstream article about this story? I haven't! "I considered it very big news [referring to Fritjof] that here was a person of note who said something for which many people were punished or were afraid to be punished, and all Revisionists did was yack-yack to each other like chattering geese. I was hoping that the story would break out into mainstream news - and people would say: "My God, so the six million story is a lie, after all!" But nothing! Did anybody even THINK of a press release??? "No wonder Ernst is in prison! "Debunking the holocaust is a crucially important mainstream story - it is NOT a story where we have to nitpick every little detail to death. "You can tell that I am very angry! Ingrid" To which our gentle professor replied: "An irrelevant answer, Ingrid. And I suppose you will realise it without me explaining it to you. I gave you hard and important FACTS. "Sorry for you and, by the way, for Ernst, my dearest friend. Robert" So here is my apology: "I am sorry that I lost my cool and blew my stack. It does not serve our Cause and our mission to engage in open friendly fire. We only wound each other and give our enemies a laugh. We shouldn't do that. It behooves us to practice restraint and good manners. There are so very few of us who are in this for the duration, who have taken the knocks, endured the Holocaust Enforcer's terror, put up with all the unfair and uncalled-for demonization - so there is absolutely no need to wound each other with harsh words. I will try to do better next time. "HOWEVER: I am NOT sorry for that wellspring of indignation that made me lose my cool and blow my stack. I believe it is not just legitimate but crucially timely. FOLKS, FRIENDS, COMRADES - WE NEED TO MOVE ON! Our needles are stuck in the grooves - we are not as effective as we need to be, and we have golden opportunities RIGHT NOW - just beckoning! OUT THERE IS A WORLD THAT IS READY FOR US!" Here is one of Revisionist's staunchest pioneer, still languishing in Absurdistan's Gulag, in his latest letter to me echoing some of my points: [START] This month's Harper's Magazine - you can't get more mainstream than that! - has several astonishing articles about [topics like], "The Media is the Message: Notes on our Decadent Press" by Gene Lyons, an informative one about the Bush Administration, "The GOP's Plan to Militarize our Culture" by Kevin Baker, and a third, revealing one, "The Revision Thing: A History of the Iraq War, told entirely in lies" by Sam Smith, an expos? about how prison labor is used to make the bullet-proof vests, parachutes, uniforms, even washing and mending them, all in prison, for which the inmates are only paid 23 cents to $1.15 an hour. That is about as close as state-of-the-art Revisionism comes in America's mainstream media, sold on every newsstand and shipped by mail to hundreds of thousands of subscribers. I touched upon these topics of the "Nazis'" of prison/concentration camps' labor in the German War effort in my much-maligned UFO booklets decades ago and later on in my radio and TV broadcasts and newsletters. I pointed out that the Jews in the Lodz Ghetto produced over 1 million German steel helmets on the most modern cold steel stamp press in all of Europe. An interpreter I met many years later in Toronto told me that the Jewish Ghetto leadership came to the "Nazi" administration's office asking them to arrest and expel Marxist-Zionist saboteurs and agitators who were disrupting work with slowdowns because the Germans paid these Jewish workers full pay plus overtime and production bonuses - not a miserly 23 cents, as in America's prisons! This man had interpreted for a fur coat production meeting between the German military and the Ghetto leaders, and he remembered that the Germans offered: "We will ship you so-and-so many freight cars full of rabbit pelts, and we expect at least 8,000 for coats for the Eastern front. You will be paid an extra bonus for each extra coat you can produce." The Germans were astonished and gratified when those skilled Ghetto furriers came up with 12,000 fur coats without compromising quality - that's AFTER the Sicherheitsdienst and Gestapo had arrested and deported to Rumania all those Zionist-Marxist troublemakers in their midst. No wonder the "Judenr?te" - the Ghetto leaders - got such a bad rap in Spielberg's anti-German extravaganzas! With Bush's new militarization of America, we are presented with all kinds of materials like this one. An awake bunch of Revisionist writers could grind out feature-length articles making the above, well-documented comparisons. I guarantee that even mainstream magazines could be persuaded to print such "ominous comparison" articles [about Hitler then and Bush now] - and people would start thinking! There is another article just waiting to be written, comparing President Bush's "Strike first if our American interests and security are threatened" preemptive war policy to the conditions in pre-World War II Germany. Surely there must be Revisionist writers out there with a military background who could deliver lectures across the country on this topic, comparing, for instance, Hitler's Operation Barbarossa with Israel's 1967 preemptive attack - a 100% copy of Barbarossa, by the way! - and then elaborate on the new Bush doctrine of "securing the homeland" because "we aren't going to wait until we're attacked..." This would go a long way in acquainting vast numbers of Americans, especially in the military, with the desperate situation in which the Germans found themselves vis-a-vis Stalin, who was armed to the teeth, sitting at the Eastern borders, while his Fifth Columnists were creating havoc all over Western Europe! The opportunities were never greater for us to make our historical positions and dilemmas understood by millions of Americans and the rest of the world if we only had the drive and ardent desire to be relevant - not to wait 50, 60, 70 years and then poke into the cold embers of who and what caused Pearl Harbor! I am frustrated to no end to be hemmed in and shackled and to realize that there seems to be nobody out there with the overview or the time, much less the interest, to use these golden opportunities to explain to America and the English-speaking world: "Look! Now that you think, or at least your military/industrial complex people think, that your vital interests are threatened, you adopt the very policies your leaders condemned, even went to war over, when German found itself in a far, far worse position in 1939-41!" We would find fertile soil, open minds, and willing listeners! Ernst Z?ndel To which I only want to add something that Ernst said very early in our relationship and that I have never forgotten: "America will never understand the Enemy Within and the danger to her existence unless America comes to an understanding WHAT WORLD WAR II WAS REALLY ALL ABOUT." From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Fri Oct 10 08:10:26 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Fri Oct 10 10:56:22 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/10/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 10 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 10, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: It seems I can never quite catch up! For the past few weeks, I have often bunched up my ZGrams - two ZGrams every second day! I don't like being behind so often because I am almost completing my 9th year of having done ZGrams - and almost all of the time, punctually. But things are sometimes overwhelming - for instance, yesterday I spent more than half of the day just coordinating things between various lawyers and trying to keep all the deadlines for meetings, hearings etc. straight! So bear with me, please. I am doing the very best I can. This morning I finally got to open a few of the many unopened letters left on my desk, and I found one I think is appropriate in the wake of yesterday's ZGram, only sent out a few minutes ago. Toward the end of this letter, Ernst kind of obliquely apologizes for me, knowing that my fuse is getting short. Never mind, I have weathered worse in my life - and I don't quite agree with Ernst's dire assessment that things are as bleak as they look. Not if I can help it - and not as long as my friends and readers stick by me! Here is today's Prisoner of Conscience Letter, written to a California friend, well-known to many, called Harvey: [START] Dear Harvey, and lovely lady! Ingrid had told me about the Community News issue discussing my case from various angles by various writers/contributors from the far corners of the planet. I am sure that you, once again, were the driving force, because I have gotten to know this about you: If something needs to be done, call Harvey! Otherwise projects get talked to death and only get off the ground when the impact will be less than if it was done in a timely fashion. Still, thanks go to Mark Weber, Walter Mueller and his brother, Stan Hess, Fredrick T?ben, Alvin Norberg and some of the people I, of course, don't know! Harvey, do me a favor - thank everybody involved in this effort, all the little people, pensioners, those who are on marginal incomes who for decades have loyally carried the burden of Revisionism without ever seeking the limelight and thus rarely getting accolades. From my jail cell in Toronto I want to reach out to them, via you, Harvey, to shake their hands in spirit, to look them in the eyes and to bow my head in gratitude for the help extended to Ingrid and myself in this gravest crisis in our lives. The facts simply are frightening! To think that the fate, which has befallen us, happened to us in America - the land of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, of Thomas Paine and the land of the First Amendment, of habeas corpus and all the other fine protections enshrined in the Bill of Rights and the checks and balances anchored in the Constitution - is what makes this all such a surreal, nightmarish experience! Despite the two world wars, where through diabolic machinations and sinister, behind-the-scenes manipulations, Germany and America saw themselves pitted against one another on the bloody battle fields of Europe, there remained in me an admiration for things American which I held since I was a little boy - and still do, after all this! Had I not been a Christian pacifist, and had America not had the military draft at the time, I would have emigrated to America in a heartbeat way back in 1958. Alas, Canada became my second choice. I did not have to take up arms against my own brothers. The rest is history. You know it well, because you have helped me in my unceasing efforts to bring truth to the world, to replace propaganda lies with truth in history. You and that valiant band of truth tellers and truth purveyors made my life's work possible. I had long ago exhausted my savings! I had lost my commercial art business due to a Jewish-instigated boycott and because I had to spend months on end in court every day, unable to do my customers' work. Now things are still considerably worse! Before, I could sell my paintings to keep afloat - the arson of 1995 destroyed and severely damaged most of the ones left over. I am now incarcerated and cannot tour the country and the world like a latter-day Martin Luther, an itinerant preacher, which got me in Europe the nickname "Der Bettelm?nch" - the begging monk from Canada. Ingrid and I are overwhelmed with legal bills which are coming in at an alarming rate in America and in Canada - especially now that Doug Christie has to resign due to the devastating illness of his wife. (...) Doug and Keltie have two school-age children - gorgeous-looking, highly intelligent children, 10-13 years of age. A difficult age! Keltie home-schooled them, and undoubtedly cannot carry on as chemotherapy begins to take its toll. Thus, Doug warned me months ago that he may have to step back from the case to stay closer to home. The conditions demand that he do so now. We had a meeting in jail on the 23-24 of September with the old and the new legal team. Doug graciously checked them out for me, and they are working side by side to assure a smooth transition in a very complex case. The problem is money! It means that now we have to raise the funds in Canada alone for four lawyers till around Christmas. Doug will complete the bail and detention hearings on 12-15 December '03 with written submissions about the issue of the constitutionality of these laws enacted hastily after 9/11 in that period of hysteria created by the attacks on New York. The new lawyers demanded a retainer of $20,000 up front, which we of course did not have, since we are already tens of thousands of dollars in the hole in America with lawyers there. Ingrid bravely negotiated an installment plan payment schedule, but at $200 an hour for each of two new lawyers, the first installment has already evaporated, and we are now desperately scrambling to scrounge for money to pay the next installments, for we dare not lose these lawyers over money. Two well-known Toronto lawyers dumped me within weeks of taking the case, when the first newspaper articles appeared and they saw themselves associated with the "Z?ndel-Name". I don't know what they expected would happen - but they dropped me as a client like a hot potato. Thus Ingrid and I are in the same position as the German governments of the Kaiser and Hitler were in World War I and II. We have to divide our attention and resources between two fronts, the Southern and the Northern front. Different laws, different charges, different lawyers. Were I free to travel, speak, mobilize, explain our situation to my supporters in person, or even were I free to paint with real colors, I might be able to raise the necessary funds, but being in prison with only children's coloring pencils makes it all infinitely more difficult - actually in the long run, practically impossible. Had it not been for the tremendous generosity of people like you, (names deleted) and many little people, I would already be in a German prison, convicted to a minimum of five years - most likely like G?nther Deckert to 5, 7, 9, 10, eventually maybe 15-20 years if I live that long. The Germans treat each Internet story or item of a "revisionist" nature - regardless if it was posted in Canada, the US, Arabia or elsewhere - as a "new crime" in addition to the first five years minimum. A "repeat offender" gets no mercy! We should not be deceived by the cases of Horst Mahler and Fritjof Meyer - two high profile former Leftists who enjoy temporary immunity. I am a different case. I am responsible for Leuchter's Report, and I am known as a defender of Hitler - two cardinal sins! Only be remaining in Canada or the USA do I have a chance - to live, literally! Ingrid clings to these [Mahler and Meyer] cases, understandably, like a drowning person clutches at a straw. I feel for her. She is a good woman, a person without guile. I hope that you, Andy and others keep a protective eye on her and understand that she is under tremendous stress due to this disaster. (Ingrid's comment here: I passionately disagree! Ernst has never been on the Internet - he has totally depended on what I pulled down and printed out for him, and he does not have a comprehensive grasp of the enormous changes in attitudes that have swept the world since 9/11. I am convinced he sees the world still through pre-9/11 glasses...) The European scene needs time to evolve. It takes years before political changes percolate down to the courts - which means that the American vassal regime [in Germany] will enforce its Draconian, anti-Revisionist laws to the degree they have until now, and still do every week in lesser-known cases than Mahler and Meyer, as illustrated by the grotesque case against the German "Balladier" Frank Rennicke defended by Horst Mahler, who lost his case and whose life's savings were confiscated despite the fact that they were in his wife's name and were a nest-egg to protect his family of five children in hard times. Now is the time to pull together and be cautious of false rumours, backbiting, misunderstandings, of things spoken or written while fatigued or under pressure of deadlines, money woes, fears and harassment. Thank you for being there, Harvey! I know you were going to retire this year or next. We need you to stay for a while! All the best, Ernst Z?ndel [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 12 10:48:29 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 12 13:19:27 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/11/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 11 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 11, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: My aim, as I stated before, is to present to my readers the real Ernst Z?ndel - as in the fifties' television show - remember? - called "Will the real so-and-so please stand up?" I try to vary the themes and topics of Ernst's letters so that my readers get a good variety of samples of how he thinks and who he is - not the attention-seeking buffoon of unsubstantiated claims such as the F?hrer UFOs of yore, not the "failed reformer with smelly followers who can fit in a telephone booth", as B'nai Brith Canada tried hard to pigeon-hole him for decades, and - alternately! - certainly not the fire-spewing "White supremacist" or even "terrorist" in this latest shameful government lampooning effort, wasting bushels of Canadian taxpayers' dollars to peg him as a "security risk" - to the hoots of the rest of the world! Ernst Z?ndel is, quite simply, an unpretentious, self-taught man of considerable inner depth and genuine curiosity across vast fields of human endeavors, with a keen interest in politics and, I believe, immense instinctive powers of prediction. No wonder that "they" fear him and think he needs to be kept caged! What if some people who could make a difference might find out what is in store for evil-doers of this world? Here he writes again to an American, a former army chaplain, Dr. Robert Countess, with whom he likes to test the various religious ponds and rivers, as he puts it, of the contemporary political landscape. [START] Dear Robert and Elda - I was out of pre-stamped envelopes due to a bureaucratic mix-up, it seems - thus my silence. I am far more restricted, telephone-wise, than I was in Thorold. I have not been able to find out yet why there are such stringent security restrictions, but I will. Trust me - I will find out! Robert, I need your help in a religious matter. In the government's voluminous dirt file and accusations against me, "Christian Identity" and "Aryan Nations" organizations have come up repeatedly. Many of the ministers and pastors seem to have sooner or later been involved in crimes of violence, usually with guns involved, many times robberies, hold-ups, shoot-outs with law enforcement personnel or even amongst themselves. I need to find out what the difference is between orthodox, mainstream Christianity and these gun-toting Christians. There seems to be a lot of talk about an "Adamic" race, kind of like the root stock of a "master race", and all or most of the other races are - what? Evil seed? I do not want to read endless, fanatical, hairsplitting texts and tracts in my prison cell. My eyes quickly glaze over at that whole topic. I actually have a visceral dislike to have to delve into all that, but I must, in order to be able to defend myself. Whenever I touched the topic in the past, even tangentially, I invariably lost supporters who felt I betrayed them, belittled their religion, even committed blasphemy. When it comes to religion, I was always very tolerant, because I agree with the tenet that religion, next to sex, is one of the most private and intimate parts of a person's life. I heard you say in Niagara Falls, quoting some Biblical passages, that "? before God, there is no Jew or Gentile, Black or White, etc. - that we are all the same in His eyes." Can you quote me some of those passages or give me the sources? I have a Gideon Bible. How can Christian Identity people get around that kind of passage, which I dimly remember from my Seventh Day Adventist time and from some Jehovah's Witnesses like Felderer, who always had colored girl friends and wives? Most Christian denominations have jettisoned any color barriers 40-50 years ago except for the Dutch Reformed Churches in South Africa, which changed only in the 1980s, along with the reluctant Mormons. So if you can help me understand this vexing topic and also help me navigate the minefield if this Inter-Christian schism, I would be grateful to you. I cannot afford, and do not want to get involved in some poisonous, totally non-productive religious dispute with any of my helpers and followers, who come from arch-conservative, Le Fevre (?) type Catholics all the way to British Israelites in Canada, Australia or England and every sect in-between. I simply like to know the claimed Biblical sources people trot out to justify violent behavior, or why these Christian Identity preachers attract such a violent following, in America especially. I have not encountered any of that kind of behavior in Europe's turbulent history in the last 100 years! Earlier, there was Jan Hus etc. - but I am interested in the here and now. Dr. Goebbels, no slouch when it came to understand the political scene of his day, referred to the followers of Luddendorff as "Sektierer und Querulanten" - "sects and quarrelers". But there were no Aryan Nations gun-toting compounds, no Silent Brotherhood bank robbers etc. I want to clear this up once and for all in my own mind and soul. My stay in jail allows me the luxury and especially the time to clear up these loose strands in my mind, which have been troubling me whenever I interviewed one of these people or was interviewed by people like Pastor Pete Peters, all of whom seemed like upright, decent people when I talked to them. Now I am presented with news stories, clippings and articles in studies by academics with phrases that make my hair stand up! This is my fourth prison this time around. Before that, I was in Toronto's Don Jail, in two prisons in Germany and, briefly, in Austria for several hours only. The people I met in these places were certainly not in there for being dissidents! In Blount County, they moved me from high security to the more general population - still in lock-up - where I was able to conduct lengthy interviews with prisoners who, to a man, were hardened criminals: manipulative, living volcanoes ready to blow at the first opportunity. They were walking, talking, unstable time bombs, ready to kill once they got out. Many of them were repeat offenders - alcoholics, drug users, assault crimes because of violent tempers, driving without a license etc. I did not meet a single man who saw the error of his ways and realized that his problems were personality-related and, thus, self-inflicted. A Canadian psychologist, Dr. Robert Hare, has written a book entitled "People without Conscience", which deals with the mental, emotional, and spiritual state of Canadian prison populations. Dr. Hare spent over 40 years in the prison service. He details the case histories of all kinds of horrible psychopaths - serial rapists, mass murderers, in short, the worst specimen of humanity. You could do me a big favor. I interviewed Butler and Pete Peters. I believe they, like Col. Mohr, had a Prison Outreach Ministry, trying to "save" or "convert" prisoners inside. Write to these three people and simply ask them: Was their prison outreach program a success? How many decent men did they rescue from a life of crime? How many went back to prison - and, of course, over how many years? I would appreciate this information and help. I always enjoyed our conversations and your enlightening expos?s of old Greek terms - what they mean, where some of these concepts came from. We must have more of those when I get out of here and, hopefully, will be back on top of our mountain in Tennessee. All the best, Ernst Z?ndel [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 12 10:50:29 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 12 13:19:36 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/12/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 12 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 12, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: This letter, dated June 12, 2003, was written to a long-time friend named Helmut who, apparently, yielded to some pessimistic airing of assorted grievances about the lack of quality in our people and complaining of Ernst's treatment in a Canadian prison at the hands of guards much younger than he. I am picking up in the middle of Ernst's reply where he makes short shrift of one his own tribe's many pessimists: [START] Maybe the odd prison official might reflect on the Herculean tasks their German colleagues faced with overcrowded camps of 30,000 and more prisoners , with typhus epidemics rampant while the Allies mercilessly bombed the hospitals, pharmaceutical companies etc. that were supposed to bring relief to those infected inmates. Not that I think many understand enough about history because most, even the officers, are 10-15 years younger than I am. Thus all are post-war, having grown up amidst plenty - and now security, full employment etc. Not one of them went through what we went through as children, or as a nation - not yet, anyway! Not yet! Their criminal leaders will involve them in their wars of resource-robberies around the globe, and expose them to all the horrible diseases there. When they come back, that will teach them some valuable, unforgettable, terrible lessons. Apparently, 250,000 U.S, war veterans are desperately ill. No crimes go unpunished - and those G.I.s who went overseas to Afghanistan and to Iraq - and soon, undoubtedly, to Syria, Iran, and then maybe on to North Korea - are not innocents. They all write, read, vote. They share in the collective guilt of their criminal leadership and thus will get to think about it in wheelchairs, on crutches for the next 50 years while rotting away, forgotten, warehoused, doped up, in some out-of-the-way U.S. Veterans Hospital. Thank God the Canadians and Germans had this much sense to stay out of the latest crime of waging aggressive war! But now to your letter - which needs an answer! I could not help but think of a series of articles I read in Paris in March 1969 by Jean Jacques Sargent Shriver, related to the Kennedys, in which he wrote: "If you are wondering about poor quality or lack of European political leadership, look for your answer to the battle fields of Verdun (1914-18) or Stalingrad." (1942). I would ask you, my dear friend, to also keep that in mind. The French and the Germans, and also our Russian brothers to the East, suffered such a terrible loss of men, all in the prime of their lives - prime breeding age! - that it will take generations to recover naturally, unless we can muster the political courage to impose selective breeding on a large scale. I see no political movement or leader on the horizon to dare to propose, even less to legislate it. Thus we are left to replenish ? (______ here a large segment is unreadable, apparently comparing our dormant genetic potential to a garden that may lie frozen, apparently dead but only waiting for "the seeder and the seed." Ernst then refers to the 17 million politically inert and intimidated Canadians of German background): That is our role for now and in the short-term future. You speak German. You have Internet skills. You are a talented communicator in English and German. You have no right to despair, to turn your back on these people - especially not now, while the enemy of our people has temporarily immobilized me. Now it is, and has to be, the role of each and every one who has ever heard me, read my words, seen my videos, to translate that spark into the flame of enthusiasm that is needed - until thousands, hundreds of thousands are infected by the will to live, the defiant "? 'til here and no further!" Then and only then has my lifetime of service and sacrifice, then and now, been worthwhile. Only then! First comes the thought, then the carefully considered action on those thoughts. You are a sensitive, insightful artist. Think and reflect on what I always preached in the past: We have a heritage to look back on, a people who have made greater sacrifices to our culture, and the race which produced this high culture, than any other kinsman - through hard labor of hundreds of millions of people over eons of time! "Why we?" you and many others have asked me. I am not God, I am just Ernst Zundel. I don't know, "why we"! Janick, my first wife, apolitical girl that she was, asked me one day in utter exasperation: "Who elected you to this work?" The only answer I had for her was simply: "A majority of one elected me. My conscience." I believe if each and every one of us begins to comprehend that if we do not make the conscious choice and act on it, then and there, nothing will change by itself - for Fate or Destiny or Nature or God act through implementing instruments like you or I. WE! Collectively! WE are the means! All great achievements of mankind may have been sparked by the thought of great genius - but not one was realized without the helping hands and minds, the active sacrifices and devotions of many. So off your knees, Helmut! As Christ reportedly said: "I command thee!" All the best, Ernst Z?ndel From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Tue Oct 14 03:39:34 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Tue Oct 14 06:13:29 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/13/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 13 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 13, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today's Prisoner of Conscience Letter is a bit of stream-of-consciousness writing. Ernst replies to a more recent supporter in Texas - apparently a young man who had heard of him and had specific questions about one of World War II's less well-known episodes. Ernst reminisces of his early years: [START] I am very familiar with Bari. When I first came across the story, I was surprised at the accuracy and the bravery of the Luftwaffe pilots, who by then were already way outnumbered and flying rather outdated planes in comparison to the U.S. Air Forces. The attack on Bari was flown, if I remember correctly, with mainly Junkers 88s, and not that many either. I toured the Italian battle fields, including the Naples area and also, of course, Monte Cassino, where I made a grisly discovery nobody had written about before. I was then 24 years old. As I was walking along the German war cemetery at the foot of the rebuilt Monte Cassino Abbey, which had housed one of Europe's most beautiful murals of the Lord's Last Supper, I said to my French-Canadian wife and my three-year-old boy who was with us: "Look at all those young men who died on their birthdays." I was shocked. Dozens of young men, 19-20 old, were killed on their very birthdays! It so troubled me that I went and talked to one of the World War II veterans who were on duty in a trailer set up outside the gates of the cemetery from the Verein f?r deutsche Kriegsgr?berf?rsorge [German War Cemetery Association]. I pointed out these dates to him. He said they, too, had seen that and made enquiries with the veterans' organizations of the units who had served there - and lo and behold, here was the reason: The Wehrmacht would give each young soldier two free bottles of Italian wine to celebrate their young birthdays away from home. Undoubtedly, the soldiers would have some more bottles stashed away and would drink, celebrate and get "Dutch courage", they would be less careful, would not crouch low enough in the trenches, perhaps raise their young, curious heads above the trench - and be shot right between the eyes by Allied snipers, mainly Polish, Indian-Ghurka and Brazilian troops. 23,000 young Germans lie buried in that cemetery. A few miles away is an Allied cemetery with 17,000 soldiers there, many of them Americans. And speaking of Americans - two, three years ago a court case took place in Italy not far from Monte Cassino and St. Isidro where the mainly colored G.I.s had raped hundreds of Italian peasant women while being held up by the Germans' Kesselring troops. Apparently many half-cast babies resulted. The article in a mainstream paper talked about that case, and how these Italian women demanded, and finally got, compensation and an apology from the U.S. I saluted that, and hoped German women would take the cue and do likewise. As per usual, Germans simply cannot whine and [complain] - they rater suffer their misfortunes and humiliations in silence. Let me tell you, after having been a German for 64 years - we are one weird, mixed-up, not always admirable people! I have often been driven to the edge of despair because I could never motivate enough of these people to amount to anything! That's one of the reasons why I admire Hitler! How did that man manage to stir up and galvanize into action these lethargic, heavy-as-molasses people! It was one of the Hitler miracles I can point to. I am no mean motivator of people and have enjoyed a tremendously loyal following who have made all my research, radio- and TV programs, all the many documentaries, my hundreds of books and booklets, my world-wide travels and these horrendously expensive court cases possible because of their sacrifices. I am not bad-mouthing them; I am strictly asking myself: Why did millions, tens of millions respond so enthusiastically to that man and his movement - and why have not I, or any other post-war leader in Germany or elsewhere, been able to mobilize anywhere near that number of loyal following? Was it the hopelessness they had experienced before? Was it hunger? Was it despair? Unemployment? What was the phenomenon at work? Was it that so many of those live wires, who responded so enthusiastically, had been killed before they had a chance to breed - and thus the dullards bred? Was our gene pool so devastated by the tremendous culling of our breeding stock that all we had left were, to use a rancher's term, "scruff cattle"? When I would survey the human material left in the streets of the Ruhr Industrial Area, or even cities like Frankfurt, Berlin, even Munich, I shuddered many a times by the remnants I saw. I also noted that it was very, very difficult to uplift, to inspire, to get a laugh or applause out of a German audience in contrast even to an American, British or Canadian audience. It was as if something had broken their spirit, their will to resist, and their will to self-assertion. That's why I decided to concentrate and try to lift these oppressive Allied propaganda lies from their psyches. For two to three years, it worked. You could sense, almost tangibly, the feeling in these people's hearts: "There goes Ernst Z?ndel, the man who smashed that Gordian Knot of the Holocaust Lie with the Leuchter Report!" But once the German vassal's state judiciary recovered from its initial shock and jailed me and people like Thies Christophersen, Deckert, Roeder and 127,000 others for not believing in the Holocaust Lie, [the Germans'] backs were broken. I tried and tried - via videos, audiotapes, radio, TV broadcasts and speeches. I could not overcome the lethargy of the German masses, and in the end it took its toll on my own health, especially after the arson, which the police never solved and the bomb crimes, which they never properly prosecuted. What I am now subjected to is only the enemy's hatred and revenge, being allowed by morally bankrupt and crooked politicians to curry favors with the Jewish voters in the upcoming elections in the spring. It does not surprise me. I know the way the Canadian system works. It's really only slightly better than Mexico or any other banana republic's modus operandi. Canadian politicians, able to rely on totally docile and controlled media and a politically appointed judiciary, can hide their corruption more easily - just as they do in the USA. These systems have been in power for too long, and I see no force, no ideology, much less a popular movement arising to sweep them away. That is one of the drawbacks of a polyglot/multiracial/many-ethnic groups state. There is no homogenous majority, only a hodgepodge of separate interest groups and ethnic enclaves. I ran for prime minister of Canada in 1967 and noticed even then the Balkanization of Canadian society into [conflicting] forces negating one another. (?) Canada's revolutionary, even evolutionary potential was preempted by the oligarchy in power. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Tue Oct 14 13:01:07 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Tue Oct 14 17:21:23 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/14/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 14 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 14, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Typing excerpts of Ernst's letters each day for the new Prisoner of Conscience Series takes a great deal of time I don't have - yet I believe that it is necessary for my Zgram readers to "hear" Ernst in his genuine voice. Whenever I am short on time, therefore, I will do a "re-run" from our monthly Power letters (print version) that go only to regular supporters. By the way, would you please double-check if you got Letters # 6 and 7? I will re-send if there was a computer quirk. Some of you have complained. This one below consists of various excerpts from the early weeks of incarceration, where Ernst talks to me: [START] "? Believe me, I never set out to get involved in the sick, perverted mind games of this Auswurf der Menschheit [poorly translated would be "phlegm of humanity"] I reiterate what I said to you so often, so plaintively: "Ingrid, I hope with all my heart that things in America will work out better than they did in Canada, where the media had decades to poison the well against me. Remember the time on our own, beautiful mountain top, sitting on our bench when I said over and over again: "This is like a dream"- a dream come true!" Remember how you found it difficult to tear me away from that place and how we staggered down the hill in the dark, tripping over branches and tree trunks. I am glad for every minute, every second, Ingrid, that we shared that heavenly beauty of that incredible place - sitting there as the sun sank over the Smoky Mountains in those surreal, beautiful sunsets! I will treasure those moments forever and ever! What a place - that we should have found it in our middle sixties when other people think they are over the hill - and when you and I, uplifted and spurred on by America's promise, made such plans - only to see them smashed into thousands of smithereens by an unknown bureaucrat, using as a fig leaf for his evil deed that we did not come to an immigration hearing! Banning a man to be with his wife for the next 20 years - and threatening me with 20 years of imprisonment and a fine of US$250,000.- if I should try to sneak into the US to be with you!?" "? What an incredible karma the two of us share! It is surreal! When I step back and look at our lives - first your incredible wartime suffering, that horrible trek, the loss of your father, the battle for Berlin, and those horrific postwar years in Germany, with all the hunger, cold, uncertainty - what tremendous reserves our German people came endowed with, when you think of it, compared to an ordinary American or Canadian life. Think of the contrast for a minute with the women of your birth year, born here! Born to centrally heated houses, electric lights, lots to eat, toast and jam or hot porridge for breakfast, two helpings if they wanted, a warm bath, a nice cuddly bed, good shoes to keep them dry, jumpsuits to keep them warm, a doctor or a dentist a phone call away if there was a problem, enough books, papers, crayons, pencils, nice safe neighborhoods go grow up in, no air raid sirens wailing at night, no bombs exploding, no houses burning, no women being raped by marauding conquerors - what in God's name do these mollycoddled, spoiled people know about life? Nothing! Absolutely 100% nothing! "This fact really hit home with me in jail. There is a gulf that separates us from them that cannot be bridged by words. Even words need to be comprehended by knowing them attached to life experiences, to give them initial meaning, to supply a context. This continent does not have that context. We are like Martians to Earthlings. Worlds apart!?" "?Greetings from inside the New World Order Gulag Archipelago. Interesting that I should be one of the first candidates to experience it up close in real life. It is just about what Alex Jones from infowars.com describes it. Not pretty! Scary! And very, very sad. Such a beautiful planet, and such a continent of wealth and promise?" "?Now that I am cut off almost completely from my advisors, from feedback, from the world at large, I am beginning to comprehend and expand on the phrase: "It's lonely at the top." It is also lonely at the bottom. I am faced with decisions which will have an impact on your and my life for the rest of our physical existence. Thus I turn every aspect, every angle, every move over dozens, if not hundreds, of times before I make a decision based at best on only partial information - only to have my carefully thought-out plans sabotaged and devastated by mechanics of the law who simply walk away and leave a man to his fate?" "?Some of my writing is sometimes hard to decipher, I know. Only two of my cells have had a metal stool mounted to the cement floor, and a "table", actually a metal tray, bolted to the wall. The rest of the time I sit at the edge of my metal bed, crouched over, writing in uncomfortable positions, getting cramps, shifting around, trying another spot. The same is true for eating. It really is a weird existence. The new cell does not even have a stainless steel mirror yet. It is brightly painted, almost as light as a hospital operating room. I can now see what I draw. I have already made over 20 layouts for paintings I will do for the gallery, as soon as I can lay my hands on some canvasses and paints, wherever that may be..." "?There have been two continued Detention Review Hearings by an immigration adjudicator. Each time bail was refused, as was release, because Canada's civilian spy agency says that Ernst "may" represent a danger to Canada because of people he knew who "might" use violence in the furtherance of their political goals. Not that Ernst would - that some of those people "might"! 42 years of perfectly law-abiding, peaceful conduct amounts to nothing! "May" or "might" or "could"! Rubber-stretch words can keep a man incarcerated in Canada on the mere "concerns" registered by an anonymous bureaucrat in a spy agency!?" "?So far I have sent you 11 letters. I'll cut down on them as soon as things have stabilized and we have established a new routine. I can foresee a still longer stay in jail and no granting of bail because of that damned CSIS accusation. I want to get this over with, and I am rearing for a showdown with them, however unequal the fight is going to be. I have had enough. I want to get on with my life. I want to fight this out while there is still some residual energy of the "Project 200" magic in me?" (Ingrid's comment: This is a private joke between us, pertaining to a special health-and-rejuvenation program we've been on where we used to tell each other jokingly that we intended to live 200 years to finish the job for which we were put on this earth!) "? I want to have a firm timeline. I would suggest a swift, focused, tough, take-no-more-bull type of lawsuit, so I can get on with my life, in freedom or in jail, here or in Germany. I want to have a firm timeline. I want to be able to set goals the way I always have and always will?" "?I was resting on my cement slab bed, thinking about our fate. I reread that beautifully assembled chronology turned over to me. If anybody who is fair looks at that, the utter corruption and nastiness of the INS is glaringly apparent?" "?I am now the closest to the treatment Rudolf Hess, my hero and role model, got. I am locked in 24 hours a day. 10 minutes walk in the fresh air, weather permitting. 10 minutes shower and phone time. That's it. No newspapers. No parcels permitted from friends or relatives that might contain books. No ball point pens, only pencil stubs?" "?I am once again in a new cell. New guards, new personalities. It is always an adjustment, and some of the guards, it is clear, are influenced by what they read in the papers. You can hear it in their comments. Generally, there is an aloofness and, I am afraid, very little understanding and an appalling lack of curiosity about life, history, society. I am astounded how far these people, our racial brothers and kinsmen, have strayed from their roots, their heritage. So much has been lost, never to be recovered - lost to modernity. It is sad. Very sad?" "?Now you even have to do all that additional work with the printing, folding, stuffing, mailing etc. I know how hard you worked before - now it must be a regular treadmill and nightmare for you! And I, your husband and friend, pace in my cell, around and around, wondering how I could take some of the load off your shoulders. Were I free, I could write letters, make phone calls, increase my productive output had I paint brushes and canvass-- but as it stands now, with that lying bunch of Marxists Trudeau put in high places in CSIS, I am severely handicapped in my options?" "?With this constant media hype that I am a "security threat", there will not likely be a judge in all of Canada courageous enough to swim against this Niagara-Falls-like torrent of abuse and vilification. Quite seriously, were I a judge in Canada with kids to put through university, I am not sure I would be too quick to give a man like me [some leeway], with the horrible stuff they are saying about me and people whose company I allegedly kept. Why should a normal, ordinary Canadian judge, who does not understand the deeper historical and political issues involved, risk his career and reputation for an oddball and an outcast like me? I am realistic, Ingrid!?" "? I was thinking and reflecting on this odd situation in Blount County Jail - you could be punished if you chose to stay on your bed in your cell during lock-out. This meant I had to walk and talk, watch, sit, play chess, sketch with others in the same-"commons" area. I actually hated that more than being locked up in my cell. As perverse as it sounds, I could not wait to get into my cell fast enough and hear the automatic lock click in. Now I had a place, now I could think, meditate, mentally communicate with you. And I could write you and work on those drawings that now, you tell me, sell and make a little money to pay for those horrifically expensive legal fees and the peripheral extra expenses?" "?I constantly worry about this, about money. I am tempted to not fight on and simply surrender to the overwhelming forces arrayed against us by allowing the Germans to get me, put me in jail for five years. It has crossed my mind - I wouldn't be jerked around and kicked around any longer. But then I think of all those thousands and thousands of people who have saved their pennies, who went without luxuries in order to pay for Leuchter's research, his trip, my many and arduous trials. So whenever I have a weak moment and wonder if I have a right to spend all that sacrificial money to pay those expensive lawyers to help me regain my freedom so I can continue to serve those who have made me what I have become, I conclude that my role is not yet over. There is still unfinished business to be settled. Der Kampf geht weiter! The struggle will go on!?" [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 16 06:38:48 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 16 09:17:36 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/15/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 15 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 15, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Today's and tomorrow's ZGram will deal with our experience with attorneys and with new legal initiatives planned to be coming up. Readers have asked me many times where I see our struggle heading. I don't know at this point. It will largely depend on how foolish and cocky our enemies are. They have more choices than we do - one of them being that they could just let Ernst come home. In the long run, for them and for us, that would be the cheapest solution. If I were in their shoes, with all the trouble they already have, world-wide, with being linked to 9/11, with spying on their allies, with being lumped in the same barrel with the detested neo-cons responsible for an exceedingly unpopular war, I'd seriously consider it. Their war is playing now on many, many global fronts - the Zundel war is just a mini-war. For them! For us, of course, it's everything - and we will be fighting it with dignity and honor. If they keep on pushing and pushing, we are going to have a Great Holocaust Trial # 3 right here in the United States. It will be the Mother of all Holocaust Trials - you may be sure of it! The time for that is overripe. It's now been 20 years since Sabina Citron was foolish enough to launch the Great Holocaust Trial # 1, charge Ernst with "spreading false news" and have the Canadian government take over to spare the Jewish millionairess to have to pay for it herself. It's been fifteen years since Holocaust Trial # 2 in 1988 resulted in the all-important Leuchter Report. Since then, awareness of the so-called Holocaust as one of the biggest hoaxes of the past century, and Ernst Zundel's role in it, has penetrated just about every area of public life - and not only in the Western countries. Millions now know. Millions and millions and millions! Just an illustrative example: A tenth grade high school student in Ontario contacted the Zundelsite two days ago: "Hello, I am a student in 10th grade, and doing some research for the Zundel Case. In class we are having a make-believe court house. I was assigned the task of a "lawyer", in the defense of Zundel and proving his sentence was unjust." I queried who this student was, and I received this reply: "Hi again, you wanted to know some more information about me. My name is Aditi Kantipuly, and I'm in grade 10. This class that I'm doing this project for is called Academic Encounters (civics and careers). I attend Lord Elgin High School, which is located in Burlington, Ontario." Tenth graders. In a publlc high school. The future is already here! So if our enemies want to alert the American public to the findings of revisionism via yet another trial - well, let them be our guests! Since the Leuchter Report, there are now all kinds of findings that have been flushed to the surface through diligent revisionist research that we can use and publicize. If it really comes to that, chances are it will be a class action suit - with many people joining because of the exceedingly harmful Holocaust brain-washing of very young children that is routinely going on. The harm that comes to young minds through this kind of indoctrination is crying to be exposed. One example comes to mind that happened in a school in either Idaho or Iowa - I'd have to look it up! - where 8-year-old children were actually required to have a brown paper bag put over their heads to simulate "gassing". I can tell you from my training as an educational psychologist that that is sadistic child abuse - and once professionals will point that out, America is going to rethink their attutudes regarding "teaching" children about the so-called "Holocaust"! Another avenue, if Ernst is not allowed to come back home, would be that I would launch my own lawsuit as the wronged wife who had her husband kidnapped. I haven't yet seriously looked into that - but it is a possibility. After all, what happened was bizarre and is a public interest story! In fact, we talked about that very early, when Ernst was still in the Blount County Jail. Pertaining to that possibility, Ernst shared some observations and concerns regarding finding the right legal team for that approach - which shall be today's portion of the Prisoner of Conscience Letter. This excerpt came from a letter dated February 15, 2003: [START] "Now to your plan about you being the aggrieved wife. I agree - I think it is brilliant and far more media-genic and saleable. I also agree we need to disengage from movement lawyers for such a lawsuit [and] get libertarians or human rights lawers involved. It would shift the focus where it does belong - we are husband and wife, are steadily growing together, are fond and respectful of one another, and have a right to be together. (...) You are dead on target about committees of lawyers. I have little confidence in wasting time and certainly [not] our hard-earned money for such an iffy campaign. They will say exactly what you said, in exactly the same words. I have gone over that scenario on Canada with [a Canadian attorney] a thousand times. (...) [Then Ernst goes into canvassing several of the many attorneys we have known for many years] Take a look at who we have: [Attorney # 1] The wild comments he is known for will reflect on us badly, for we will be known by the company we keep. What do you think? [Attorney # 2] Ineffectual. Straw fire. No follow-through after all is said and done. [Attorney # 3] Likewise "kein K?mpfer". [trans. no warrior ] Flabby. Nice and kind to be sure, but again more at home in the boardroom than in the courtroom. [Attorney # 4] I have no faith in [his] money handling ability. I think he is a nice guy but a lousy lawyer, even though his heart is in it. Really tough, serious litigation is, unfortunately, not the strength of any of our friends. My hope rests with [Attorney # 5, a well-known woman author] Let the pupils learn at her feet. Ingrid, when it comes to serious litigation, it is light fighting a war. We rely on professional, well-trained, disciplined soldiers to carry the main fight forward, and the others are "advanced amateurs" - Hilfstruppen [trans. helper troops ] HIWIS, we used to call them in World War II. They helped lessen the load for our SS troops and crack-Wehrmacht divisions. I have long ago learned, Ingrid, that cheap is not always cheap! We have to do what I did [in 1984] - Try 13 different lawyers until finally Doug [Christie] and Barbara [Kulaszka] arrived at the scenes! No collection of prima donnas all disagreeing with [each other]. I do not believe in committees of anything, least of all lawyers. So please, Ingrid, tell [Attorney # 4] we will not be underwriting such an open-ended effort. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 16 06:40:57 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 16 09:17:49 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/16/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 16 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 16, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I was sorting Ernst's letters this morning chronologically and reread some of them. The excerpt below was of particular interest to me because I absolutely do not recall that I had ever read it before. It seems that the stress of the days following the arrest was such that I have blocked out large segments of what actually transpired. Here is that excerpt from a letter dated 2-18-03: [START] I know my enemies, Ingrid, I know how absolutely subservient the system is to every whim, wish and demand of theirs, which in short order ends up [as] a ruling, court- or deportation order, as we have learned one more time to our sorrow. When I arrived at the Canadian border, I could not determine in the fierce snow storm if it was Niagara Falls or Lewiston because I was enclosed in a prisoner transport van in handcuffs. I arrived in the company of two US/INS Enforcement Officers, Scott Pitman and John Barnes, together with a US Immigration supervisor and two rather rough-looking, appr. 35-year old man and woman, all plain clothes types, no identification badges [and] name tags on their outer garments. I actually thought they were Canadian Immigration Officers. I told them what I read in the Asylum texts, when we entered and after we were in the inside offices of Canada Immigration: "I am requesting political asylum under the UN Refugee convention on torture, and request non-removal..." This was already drowned out in their firm replies from both: "We are American Immigration officers, not Canadian." I was never brought before Canadian officials. My passport was always in the hands of the two officers who had been part of the initial arrest on the 5th Feb. '03 and who picked me up at 5 a.m. at Blount County Jail, took me to the airport and flew me via Delta Airlines to Buffalo via a change in planes in Atlanta. Once again, their names are Scott Pitman and John Barnes. I remember their names because I dedicated a little sketch I had drawn on the plane - the one to Scott Pitman was even on a Delta napkin. I signed, dated, and personally dedicated each drawing to them. I am telling you this in such detail because [of] their testimony in affidavit form that I was already in Canada where I was put in an office and my handcuffs were already taken off by the American INS officials at appr. 12:15 noon on President's Day. Approximately two hours elapsed of wrangling and gesticulating, waving of arms, shaking of heads - I could hear nothing because thick glass doors and another glass-enclosed office shielded me from them. When I came into the large immigration area I was flanked by five US officials and shunted into a glass-enclosed office at the right. Sitting on a bench in the open receiving area sat two men in their fifties, looking like orthodox rabbis. [Both] wore entirely black-tailored suits and expensive blue or black trench coats and black shoes. They turned their heads away quickly, while the other immigration officials in the distance all looked rather curious[ly] in my direction. I spent between one and two hours in Canada before I was put back in US handcuffs by US officers - the same ones who had brought me there, minus Pitman and Barnes. (...) Ingrid, those 1 1/2 to 2 hours in Canada might be very important for us in the near future. So keep this letter. I'll explain!!! [END] Why am I putting all this in a ZGram? For two reasons: First, this is the first time I actually carefully re-read this letter, because in the havoc of the arrest and what followed, and in the stress of days and weeks of dealing with various emergencies and legal moves, I never thought of what this could mean. Ernst was still in the custody of US officials, whom he mistakenly identified as Canadian officials. Could it not mean that he asked the US for asylum? They had not yet released him - as evidenced by the fact that they then took him back across the border, still in handcuffs! Just asking! The second reason I am documenting this in a Prisoner of Conscience Letter is that I want a time stamp on the thing! Ingrid From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 16 06:57:44 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 16 09:29:02 2003 Subject: Fwd: UPDATE: ERNST ZUNDEL CHANGES LAWYERS Message-ID: > > > > > >This just came in from the Canadian Legal Front. FYI > >Ingrid > >===== > > >>X-Sender: 1315038@pop.primus.ca >>Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 04:09:26 -0400 >>To: cafe@canadafirst.net >>From: C-FAR >>Subject: UPDATE: ERNST ZUNDEL CHANGES LAWYERS >> >>Dear Free Speech Supporter: >> >> The case of imprisoned German-born publisher Ernst Zundel >>gets more hectic by the day. When the last bail review ended in >>Federal Court in front of Mr. Justice Pierre Blais, September 24, >>the hearings were adjourned until December 10. >> >> A lot has happened. Suddenly, new dates have been found -- >>November 6 and 7. Thus, Ernst may win his freedom earlier than at >>first feared, although the atmosphere in front of Mr. Justice Blais >>is tense. Even though he told Mr. Zundel he didn't believe some of >>the things he said on the witness stand, Mr. Justice Blais still >>refused to recuse himself. >> >> Another major development is that the lead in the legal team >>is changing. Douglas H. Christie has represented pacifist dissident >>Ernst Zundel for two decades -- since 1983! -- through a host of >>persecutions by the Canadian state and Mr. Zundel's free >>speech-hating enemies Sabina Citron, the Canadian Jewish Congress, >>the League for Human Rights [but not free speech] of B'nai Brith >>and the Friends of the Simon Wiesenthal Centre. The work was a >>tremendous strain on Mr. Christie, to say nothing of the travel. >>Every court appearance meant a flight across the continent from Mr. >>Christie's home in Victoria, B.C. >> >> In June, Doug received some terrible news. His wife Keltie >>Zubko who has done invaluable legal work in the background has been >>struck with breast cancer. She has since endured a mastectomy and >>is undergoing painful chemotherapy. Doug's wife and his two >>still-young children, whom his wife has been homeschooling, require >>his presence in Victoria. >> >> Thus, in the middle of what may well be a very lengthy legal >>proceeding, Ernst Zundel, still in prison, had to find a new head >>for his legal team. >> >> He has selected Peter Lindsay and his wife/partner Chi-Kun >>Shi of Toronto. Mr. Lindsay, a 1990 graduate, has an impressive >>record in the battle for free speech. He won acquittal for a half >>dozen young people charged under the notorious Sec. 319 -- the >>"hate law" -- for staging a demonstration opposing the presence of >>illegals, Gypsies, at an east Toronto motel in 1998. The charges >>had been laid after noisy demands by Bernie Farber of the Canadian >>Jewish Congress. Mr. Lindsay won an acquittal and, when Farber >>demanded that the government appeal this victory for free speech, >>this May, he won the appeal in the Ontario Court of Appeals. Almost >>as good, he had the judge exclude Mr. Farber as an "expert >>witness." Farber is no objective scholar who has studied the right >>wing. He's a player, a strident participant. >> >> Mr. Zundel likes Peter Lindsay's energy and aggressive style. >> >> Douglas Christie may still represent Mr. Zundel on November >>6, but the handling of most of the case is passing to Mr. Lindsay. >> >> One of Mr. Christie's innovative tactics was to launch a >>Habeas Corpus motion before Superior Court in Ontario. Dates were >>set for this motion October 14. The court dates are November 18 and >>19. Mr. Lindsay will be representing Mr. Zundel is this hearing >>which may well lead to his speedy release. >> >> I spoke to Mr. Lindsay this afternoon at his north Toronto >>offices. The first thing you notice is the imposing height of this >>lanky bearded man. Doug Christie is tall, but Mr. Lindsay must >>tower another eight inches beyond even him. >> >> "I want to win," he says with a serious and pleasant smile. >> >> The Habeas Corpus motion will be heard in the court house at >>361 University Avenue in Toronto on November 18 and 19 before Madam >>Justice Mary Lou Benotto. She has a family law background and is >>seen by many lawyers as fair and gutsy. >> >> "We'll be arguing that the sections of the Immigration and >>Refugee Protection Act -- both the provision for detention and the >>way the CSIS certificate is decided, with secret hearings and no >>right of appeal -- are unconstitutional and contrary to the >>Charter," Mr. Lindsay said. "The whole process is biased and >>unfair, Mr. Zundel ought to be free as his detention under the law >>violates his rights under Sections 7 and 10 of the Charter of >>Rights and Freedoms." >> >> Section 7 states: "Everyone has the right to life, liberty >>and security of the person and the right not to be deprived thereof >>except in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice." >>Section 10 ensures that a person who is detained has the right to a >>Habeas Corpus hearing. >> >> Another way in which the Immigration and Refugee Protection >>Law violates the rights of the accused is Sect. 78.j which permits >>the judge determining the reasonableness -- not the truth -- of the >>CSIS certificate to admit "anything" as evidence, even material >>that would not normally be accepted in a court of law. In the >>Zundel case, much of the Crown's five volumes of evidence is >>newspaper clippings, newsletters and biased reports from groups >>like the Anti-Defamation League (ADL). No witnesses have been >>presented who can be examined or cross-examined on this material. >> >> The Department of Justice argues that the Habeas Corpus >>motion should be brought in Federal Court. "However," says Mr. >>Lindsay, "such a motion could take two years" and seriously deprive >>Mr. Zundel of his liberty in the meantime. >> >> There has already been an agreed upon schedule for written >>submissions for the Habeas Corpus motion. >>On November 3, Mr. Lindsay is to file his affidavits; on November >>10, the Cown must file its response; on November 14, Mr. Lindsay >>will submit his factum (arguments); and, on November 17, the Crown >>will respond with its factum. >> >> I now must come to a very serious matter -- money! >> >> In the past three weeks, we have paid Mr. Lindsay a $20,000 >>retainer. Mr. Lindsay has already gone through $14,000 in >>preparation and bringing himself up to speed on this complicated >>case. Mr. Zundel's chief immigration lawyer in the U.S. has just >>been paid $25,000 -- and those are real dollars, not Canadian >>pesos! There are seven more court dates scheduled for this year and >>a number more for January. >> >> The Defence Fund is very seriously depleted and we face major >>outlays over the next two months. I again ask for your commitment >>and urgent help. Please mail us your contributtion today or e-mail >>us your VISA number and expiry date. Donors will receive, of >>course, a receipt and a personal thank you work of art done by >>Ernst in prison. >> >> >> Paul Fromm >> >> Director >> >> CANADIAN ASSOCIATION FOR FREE EXPRESSION >>___________________ >>URGENT! -- ERNST ZUNDEL NEEDS YOUR HELP >> >>Friends of free thought, Ernst Zundel really needs your ongoing >>help and support. >> >> 1. Write, FAX, or phone Hon. Robert Runciman, the Minister of >>Public Safety and Security. His ministry is in charge of the Metro >>West Detenmtion Centre, the prison which denies Mr. Zundel his >>anti-cancer medication and herbs. You can contact him thus: Hon. >>Robert Runciman, MPP, 16th Floor, 25 Grosvenor Street, Toronto, >>ON., M7A 1Y6, Canada; PH: 416-327-9911; FAX: 416-327-3849. >> >> 2. If you live abroad, write to the Canadian Embassy in your >>country and demand Zundel's release and humane treatment. Ask your >>Congressman or Senator to demand of the Canadian government why >>they're keeping this non-violent publisher in a prison in such >>"mediaeval" conditions. >> >> 3. No matter where you live, why not send a card or letter to >>encourage Ernst Zundel. Write Prisoner Ernst Zundel, c/o Metro West >>Detention Centre, 111 Disco Road, Box 4950, Rexdale, ON., M9W 1M3. >>Ernst in overwhelmed by the hundreds of concerned and thoughtful >>people who have sent him letters and cards. A tip: don't use of >>stick-on return address label or seals. They're ripped off by >>prison authorities searching for, who knows what. >> >> 4. We also need your financial support for Mr. Zundel's defence. >> >> We have a number of delicate colour-pencil sketches by Ernst >>Zundel done in prison. Each is dated and signed. Each is a nature >>study. Mr. Zundel has long been a paint and sketch artist. He had >>returned to his love of art before the U.S. I.N.S picked him up >>and deported him. >>. >> If you send us a cheque for $100 or more, we'll send you one >>of these collector's items, a thank you sketch by political >>prisoner Ernst Zundel. >> >> Mail your donation today to CAFE Box 332, Rexdale, ON., M9W >>5L3, Canada or e-mail us your VISA number and expiry date. On your >>cheque or an accompanying piece of paper, note: "For Zundel Defence >>Fund." >> >> Paul Fromm, >> >> CANADIAN ASSOCIATION FOR FREE EXPRESSION, >> P.O. Box 332, >> >> Rexdale, ON., M9W 5L3 >> PH: >>905-897-7221 From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sat Oct 18 10:31:13 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sat Oct 18 17:51:03 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/17/2003 - "I interrupt this Prisoner of Conscience Series..." Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 17, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I interrupt the Prisoner of Conscience Letter series to bring you this sweet story. I already told you part of it, but for the sake of completion and in order to frame the heart-warming ending, I am running the first parts again. As you know, there are always requests sent to the Zundelsite for interviews, for revisionist material, for verification of certain revisionist claims etc. Ever more frequently, such requests come not only from college and university students but also from high school students. I have become wary of such requests because often these kids want a quick fix so they don't have to do the research for their homework. Also, not infrequently, our ever-cunning foes like to throw monkey wrenches into our paths, hoping they will catch us at some careless communication so they can run shrieking to "Hate Squads" and such and charge us with "contaminating" our youth with "anti-semitism." Therefore, when I received the following, replete with some typos, I took it with a grain of salt: "Hello, I am a student in 10th grade, and doing some research for the Zundel Case. In class we are having a make-believe court house. I was assigned the task of a "lawyer", in the defense of Zundel and proving his sentence was unjust. I did some research, but I couldn't excatly find what I wanted. When I searched on the internet most of them were news articles. From these articles I was getting a feel that I was only recieving one side of the story. I didn't really find information on Zundel himself. I was wondering if you can send me some information on Zundel, like a little biography. Maybe when he was born, what he liked when he was little, what he was taught, and excatly how he came to his ideas today. And I also need some information on the excat info he based his views on. If you can send me some more information that would be greatly appreciated. I kind of need it by tommrow, so the sooner you reply the better. We will be having the make-believe court on Thursday of this week. Sorry for such short notice!" I replied to make sure I had a legitimate inquiry from a young person with a challenging sample of homework: "Tell me your real name, your teacher's name, and what school you go to, so I can check you out. We get a lot of phony requests, and I don't have time to follow them all. I will be glad to help legitimate requests. "There is a lot of bio information on the Zundelsite at http://www.zundelsite.org/ez.html "I would also appreciate some feedback on how the make-believe courthouse reenactment went." Back came a speedy answer: "Hi again, you wanted to know some more information about me. My name is Aditi Kantipuly, and I'm in grade 10. This class that I'm doing this project for is called Academic Encounters (civics and careers). I attend Lord Elgin High School, which is loacted in Burlington, Ontario. And I don't want to disclose my teacher's name, b/c I don't know if she would be comfortable that one of her students is disclosing her name. (hopefully u kind of understand this) So I don't know? Please send me some information! The make-believe court is tommrow, and 1st period which means class starts at 8:15. So sooner the information the better! Sorry for the short notice again!" I only saw this this mid-morning on Thursday, so there was no time to send additional information. I had given this student a link that might be helpful, and she was on her own. I went on about my business. I certainly didn't expect that there would be a follow-up. But lo and behold: "Hello, the court re-actment went really good today. The defense won, which is me and one of my friends. I think it was the way we argued, which shot out the prosecution. We gave solid evidence that the ideas that Mr. Zundel believed in was not only his own opinion, but rather a historical argument based on real facts. We also used the law, Charter of Rights and Freedoms, Universal Declaration of Rights, section 17, which supports freedom of opinion, right to express your on thoughts..so on and so on. Basically prosection said that everybody has a right to their own security, and that Mr. Zundel's views threaten the security of Jewish people. That was basically what they repeatedly kept saying. The vote went 7 to 2. (vote meaning, the supreme court's justices' votes) See some of the other members in my class were the Justices of Supreme Court. It was really interesting to learn about this case, and thank you for the link to the biography. I wish you all the best for you and Mr. Zundel." I think this is remarkable! This tenth-grader, probably around sixteen years old, has figured out what the Zionist-infested Government of Canada, as well as the beholden Canadian media, can't seem to figure out! THE VERY ESSENCE OF THE CASE IS IN THE PARAGRAPH ABOVE! Be proud of this young lady! Not all is lost as yet when there is still that kind of independence of mind and generosity of heart despite one of the most vicious, decades-long media vilification campaigns that our Neighbor to the North has ever unleashed on an innocent man! And let us hope that, for once, the Internet Jews we know all too well will refrain from insulting and sullying this kid with their smut they always have ready in buckets! Ingrid Zundel From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sat Oct 18 15:14:49 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sat Oct 18 17:51:16 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/18/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 18 - Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 18, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: This Prisoner of Conscience Letter is to a boyhood friend - let's call him Kevin. I happen to know Kevin, and I know that there has always been a fierce competition between the two from the time they learned their ABCs in first grade. Soon, in their teenage years, their ways parted, but as is true of many childhood friendships, every once there is a reunion where friends take the measure of each other. Kevin amassed a lot of money but never "found himself" - whereas Ernst found his calling, for which he is in prison. Neither one would trade with the other. Odd to say, friends can be very cruel in "I-told-you-so" moments when one of them is down and the other "rubs it in", to use a well-known American phrase. Here, Ernst replies to Kevin: [START] Good that you wrote! Since I had your card, and Ingrid told me that you had called her, I knew you were alive. I think about our meals together, our walks in that lovely park, the market, your never-ending boat project. You are {an odd fellow] but you are my friend. No need to worry about crossing the border to bother to visit me. You would be allowed only 20 minutes behind a thick bullet-proof glass visiting room. I have discouraged visits by all and sundry. It's a waste of time and energy - and aggravation for all. Frequently I get strip searched after a visit. Who needs the humiliation and bother? I am not a child! A 48 cent letter or a collect call are just as helpful - and they are just as monitored in these Marxist societies in all-but-name-only. As to your weird card - I wonder what you were thinking! I am not sure I understand your dig there - [German comment here, translated roughly to mean, "What did I have coming? For what? That I told the truth and made known the lies of the Jews about Germany?"] Spare me your facile criticism! You never have had the courage of your convictions and basically lived a selfish, useless life - leaving no children, sharing nothing, risking little, not even human closeness! I regret little. At least I have fought for what I believe in. It now looks [as thought] I may well be living [in Germany] in my old age, for the corruption in the judiciary in Canada and the USA is so deep that to go to court is like playing the lottery or playing Russian Roulette with a loaded revolver! All this is of little interest to you, I am sure, for you will suggest that I meditate my way out of it. Well, I have done a lot more serious meditation in my life before every decision I have taken with my court cases, lawyers etc. The legal situtation is exactly what the Jewish forces wanted, who used the Canadian spy agency for their schemes, as they have in many other documented cases. We have all kinds of evidence and paper trails. There is no doubt that I became the victim of a high-level, well-organized and brilliantly executed political kidnapping disguised as a deportation based entirely on drummed-up charges. That's my new reality. Had I a choice, I would return to the U.S. in a heartbeat, in spite of the problems, because that's a system I know, can relate to and think [still] has enough give and slack, still checks and balances, to pull out of the doldrums they are in. And Ingrid is there - who I cherish. Yes, I meditate. I was told in 1972 that I had six months to live with an inoperable cancer. I applied myself - body, mind and soul. The result of prayerful meditation was that I healed myself with the help of friends and those forces in the universe who obviously thought I had a role to play in the affairs of men - even if you don't agree! I escaped two bombs, one deadly arson, numerous lesser attempts. I found Leuchter. I assembled the team, the witnesses, and raised the money to [investigate] Auschwitz, to blow the lid off the biggest lie of the last century - which, had the German leadership and people not been such cowards and dolts, would have been able to serve as the tool to free themselves from their oppressors. I gave them the tool. I fought tenaciously all the way to the Supreme Court - and won! You played the stockmarket - and lost. You and I are different people. We may have the same [background], used the same outhouse, ate the same food, had the same teachers and schoolbooks and breathed the same air - but you will have to admit, we march to a far different drummer - and have since childhood. There is nothing wrong with that! I admire you for your genius in doing things. I am always amazed by your talent to find unusual metholds to solve what would seem to me tricky and difficult technical problems. You could have been an inspiration to a few sons who might have inherited the knack which you got from your father. So let's agree that you are a "komischer Kauz" [trans: an odd owl] - and I, you will have to agree, stopped eons ago to try and make you see an alternate view, a new reality, to look at real rather than make-believe history. You and I will go to our graves having been [friends] but are further apart in the way we look at things than if we were total strangers. I am not condemning you. The pity is, you don't know me, you only think you know me. Let's leave it at that. There are some people who are born slaves and will remain slaves all their lives - slaves to their personality traits, slaves of habit etc. You can say what you will and think anything you want about me. Remember one thing before you sneer, snicker or judge too harshly: I could have lived a very comfortable life in wealth and luxury, in safety and security, even in fame - rather than being infamous, marginalized and demonized! Don't think that I blindly stumbled into this stuff! I did think before I acted - but I am not paralyzed by fear. Adrien Arcand, my mentor, opened my eyes to all these [historical] issues 43 years ago! I knew the odds. [My enemies'] power, influence, wealth and connections were no secret to me. Still I tackled them - because I felt responsible, Kevin. You will never understand that concept. I felt responsible to try to right a great historical wrong done to decent people by criminal thugs - a wrong of cosmic dimensions calling out for correction! Yes, I felt [a responsibility] to those who gave their young lives on the battle fields all over Europe so that we, you and I, our generation, had a chance to grow, to be safe in our cribs and beds, o be nurtured growing up. You will not understand me because you cannot wrap your mind around such selfless concepts. I felt responsible for most of my adult life to defend the reputation "und das Wollen einer ganzen Generation" [trans. "and the WILL of an entire generation"] before the altar of history. Had I not stood up and spoken up, I would have felt that I betrayed a sacred trust and obligation which ties me and unites me to those who died at Stalingrad, at Normandy, on the ocean bottom in their steel coffins called submarines. I felt their sacrifice. You don't. I could end my troubles with one letter or one phone call to my tormentors! Some of us are not made like that. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 19 07:19:42 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 19 10:50:16 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/19/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 19 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 19, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I had a brief exchange with someone who must have come across the Zundelsite or perhaps read about Ernst Zundel on websites such as Rense. He touched on one of the many stubborn myths that swirl around Ernst Zundel - that he is somehow connected to shall-we-say "Antarctica" - that is, the modern legend of the Hitler remnant living in the "hollow earth" and stealthily plotting a comeback! He wrote: "I am reading "Pentagon Aliens" by William R. Lyne. In it he claims, among other things, to have had access to proof that the Illuminati and Zionist thugs who run America were much more alarmed by Mr. Zundel's accurate books about the German development of the flying saucer, and this, more than Zionist repression of revisionism is the real reason that he was targeted by the U.S. (occupation) government. "Would you care to comment?" My reply: "Our enemies have always been inordinately alarmed about those booklets, which were written as a spoof decades ago and meant only to gain access to entertainment radio. We have always wondered about their alarm. Maybe they know more than we do? Interesting, isn't it? "I haven't seen 'Pentagon Aliens'. What is your take on it? Is it worth buying?" His answer: "Yes, absolutely. My experience of reading about Tesla was what alerted me to the New World Order. Tesla was a technological martyr, and we are slaves because his technology is suppressed." So I sifted through Ernst's Prisoner of Conscience Letters to find one that might shed some light on this topic, and here is what I found - a letter written to a now-retired rocket scientist and Zundel supporter, living way up in the Northwest we visited some time ago, whose ideas and inventions have fascinated Ernst ever since. Here is an excerpt of that letter, written April 26, 2003 while Ernst was still in the Thorold prison. [START] This entire week, I have had these intense telepathic conversations with you and your idea about a very low-cost, high payload space transporter. Popular Science Magazine for the month of May 2003 has several terrifically stimulating and well-illustrated articles about Mars landers and the 10 million X prize contest about economical, feasible space tourism. Right up your alley! Great stuff! Another very good article concerns America's shuttle replacement ideas and concepts. I bought the issue in the Prison Commissary, a kind of in-prison store and mail order kiosk. Friends had come to visit me and left some money for me at the office. Others had sent in some money orders which were deposited into my prison account - and thus I had a little money to splurge. I love space topics! You will find the following of interest: The government senior counsel of the Justice Department Ministry in Ottawa is the very same prosecutor-type lawyer who railroaded Arthur Rudolph, the designer/builder of the Saturn V space booster, out of Canada after the OSI refused him entry to the United States by putting him on their watch list at the end of the 1980s. I thought about the ungratefulness of the Americans to treat a man like Rudolph so shabbily who had put the first Americans on the moon! I found Rudolf a lawyer at the time and mobilized Wernher von Braun's old friends and helpers in Huntsville, some of whom had helped me, and whom I had interviewed for my radio and TV programs at the time. We were able to get Dr. Rudolph out of detention where he was held - not in as severe conditions as myself - but, after all, he was then a man in his eighties. The Canadians, meaning my prosecutor, Mr. MacIntosh, were as vicious to this old rocket engineer who put the first man on the moon, as they are to me. I sat in on those disgusting proceedings and watched and listened with as much disgust as I now sit through my own proceedings. I wonder where the Justice Ministry of Canada finds this type of prejudice- and hate-filled person - do they have schools or training camps for types like that? I tried to find out from Rudolph during lunches and suppers we shared with his wife and his daughter, who still lives in America, how he felt about this abominable treatment. He was tight-lipped. Rudolph was deported from Canada, much as they are trying to attempt with me, and he died of a heart attack within two years in Hamburg, Germany. The Germans did not prosecute him because they had signed a Quisling-type treaty, the Limited Sovereign Treaty, in 1953 under which they were not allowed to prosecute American spies [and] German traitors who helped the Americans in any way before, during or after the war. I was always of two minds about our [German] rocket and space engineers in effect going over to the "enemy" before our napalmed cities in Germany had stopped smoldering and had not yet given up their dead. There was something distasteful, immoral and callous about it. Even though I am an ardent space buff, and I am glad that the German genius was able to achieve what it did, once it was coupled and joined with American engineering talent and, above all, American productive capacity, it still upsets me in my soul. It's just one of those situations in life which leaves one in a moral quandary - at least it did, and still does, me. I don't know if you ever came across Dr. Harald von Saenger who worked largely with what they would today call photo-voltaics. (?) He hid in a vineyard after the war for two years, escaped the dragnet the Soviets and the Americans had out for him and never went over to either side like the rest. He saved his talent for Germany. He designed what was Hitler's ultimate Secret Weapon at the end of the war - a global-range, jet-powered glider bomber which would climb in a steep trajectory - I believe it was launched from a rail ramp pointing upward - and as soon as it had pierced beyond the stratosphere, would level off and dip its nose down, making use of the earth's magnetism as an attracting accelerating force, then pull the nose back up, repeat the process and, while hardly using up any of its fuel, reach any [spot] on the planet at proposed mach 3, mach 4 speeds! I saw a marvelously illustrated article way back in the middle to late 1950s in an American magazine which had a very realistic rendering of this AH global bomber on a double-spread page - blue- and black-colored, as I remember it. I had the article in my space files. Unfortunately, it was destroyed in the arson of my house in 1995 - like so many of my other documents. I remember clearly that it described the propulsion or forward momentum similar to what happens when you throw a flat-rounded pebble across a shallow lake. I thought the project had been forgotten, only to find to my amazement that, quietly, the Helmut Kohl government had German universities work on the project still in the 1980s. I have no idea if it has [since] been shelved, but certainly Germany has the industrial know-how, as does Japan, to build such vehicles, should the political will to self-liberation ever develop in either nation. When I was visiting Japan, I saw with a certain satisfaction that they used largely Japanese-designed and built passenger aircraft on their domestic routes and in inter-Asia traffic, but coyly and cleverly used Boeing 747s and in the old days, stretched versions of the 707 and some other U.S. make used by Cathay Pacific - I forgot now the type it was. That the Japanese are cooking their own soup, as far as rocketry and space satellites are concerned, will soon become apparent, for they are not going to sit idly by while Korea, China, even India and Pakistan develop their own rocket- and space satellite capabilities. The Europeans, too, will soon declare their independence from American hardware and boosters because the sad state of American economy and the huge interest costs for servicing the national debt do not allow enough spare funds for the costly and necessary original research and the building of prototypes - as you know far better than I do. However, I would keep an eye on the rapidly changing world situation, which will impact hugely on your industry! Should a Paris/Berlin/Moscow axis really develop, there will be a huge market for technical know-how opening up. Your concepts seem to me far better suited for the frugal, cost-conscious European mind than the extravagant gluttony of NASA, which wastes US $500 million for one single shuttle trip! Horrendous! It's a crime to continue to spend these enormous sums for so little return! I am looking for a way to visit you again. Should that not be possible, I will contact you from wherever I end up, for I am convinced that your ideas are the most commonsense and also most eminently achievable and buildable concepts. Try to get the next five, six issues of Popular Science. They will all deal with space flight, satellite and shuttle replacement vehicles - exciting new concepts because of new and enhanced computing power, new alloys and, astonishingly, simple propulsion ideas and fuels. All point the way to an exciting future for us. The only thing holding us back is the political will, the proper focus and the placing of a new and definite emphasis on where we want to go as a people. Wille zur Macht! Will to Power - coupled with a vision where we want to go! That is what is lacking at the moment. I don't call the beating up of a bunch of Middle-East, tin pot dictators and capturing their oil wells "Will to Power"! That's just old ordinary highway robbery. It ought to be really beneath us to engage in such low-life behavior! I can see a generation of young Americans dying not at the hands of the "infidels" because we are on a latter-day crusade - no, more Americans will die because of untested-on-humans anti-chemical warfare drugs injected into them than will ever die of enemy action or battlefield wounds! This May issue of Popular Science has some shocking statistics about this topic, too, stating that 200,000 GI's - I have seen much higher figures elsewhere - have come down with Gulf War I Syndrome because of shots they got and chemicals they were exposed to in 1991. Looking at it from this perspective, Saddam Hussein has, with our [tax payers'] help, killed and disabled far more Americans than we ever destroyed Iraqi troops! I have met these human wrecks in wheelchairs in my travels and interviews in America. It's a very sad, sad thing. Those regions over there are not worth one single American or European life! I have several taped lectures by a chaplain with a fine mind and an American university education who knows a great deal about energy resources, especially oil. He says in that lecture that the American drilling crews discovered virtually an ocean of oil offshore north of Alaska all along the coast there - and capped all the wells. [According to him], we do not need to go to war for our oil security. So why are we there, then, if that is the case? Syria and Kurdistan have no oil. To say Syria is a threat to America is ludicrous - Syria is far more backwards than was even hapless Iraq. Iran is only a trifle more advanced and certainly no threat to the U.S. either. They do have one thing in common. They are all perceived as threats to Israel! So we are smoking out Israeli enemies for them with our boys and our national treasure, our military hardware and technology, and making lots of enemies - millions of whose people live among us. Think about it! [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Wed Oct 22 05:36:10 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Wed Oct 22 08:12:35 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/21/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 21 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 21, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Once again, there is no time to ship you an original Zundel Letter, and I apologize to those who are on my monthly mailing list. For them, the next two Zgrams are a repeat from the July Power Letter, a bit rearranged. But here at the Zundel_Haus Tennessee, as often as not we are in the emergency mode, and today is such a day. These notes were compiled four months ago, and much has happened since. Still, you will get a feel for how things were progressing in Canada, legally and spiritually. Here's EZ in snippets in letters to various friends: "...My lawyers in the US have already filed a 45 page appeal brief with the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeal in Cincinnati. One lawyer has 15 years' of experience as an immigration expert. He says he has never seen as many violations of rules, regulations of US Immigration laws in any case he handled before. [The government officials] had no right to arrest me, no legal authority to detain me, and should never have deported me without several courts at different levels having looked at my case. He says it will become one of the most shocking and important immigration cases of this generation..." "... The Human Rights Commission [in Canada] condemned me in absentia in 2002 to "stop the website." -Every day I have to spend in solitary confinement in a high security tract strengthens the evidence that I do not run this website as I have always insisted on. Ingrid is an American. She will not go to Europe as long as she remains in America and does her work there. [Our enemies] can throw all the temper tantrums they want?" "?There, too, I will undertake judicial steps to fight for my rights...which means my political enemies have a few tough nuts to crack, all due to no fault of my own. Had they left me alone in Tennessee, then neither the Jews nor the Canadian government or the politicians in Bonn or Berlin would have had such headaches as they now have. I must be honest - I feel a certain amount of glee, regardless of how uncomfortable my hard bed and how unpleasant my momentary condition might be. It is a satisfaction for me to find out from Ingrid how our opponents, often over whole pages in Canada's daily press, lament the fact that I had the gall to come back here, and even defend myself, and to then top it all off, submit these outrageous national security laws to the Supreme Court to check their constitutionality. That's what they got for tackling a Swabian as an enemy?" "...This morning, I got fresh air for the first time in 10 days. I imagine that someone hopes that I will throw in the towel one day because of such treatment and that I will come begging to please deport me to Germany. As long as I am well, and my various court cases are in progress, I am afraid my enemies are in for a long wait. One should, or ought to, expect that. After so many years of legal battles with me, they sould have expected something like that. But hate makes these people so blind that they are apparently still surprised as to who I am, that I am who I am. All that is a little incomprehensible to me. It almost seems as though someone had come up with a perfect plan - and suddenly, judicial Zundel mines are going off where they had not expected to find any..." "... Being incarcerated has given me lots of time, which I did not have for many, many years, to study, to write, to reflect. So that is a benefit to me. -Seriously, the amount I have been able to learn from those government documents is amazing! Finally having the time to cross-reference things has clarified many things in my mind for me. -I'll be twice as smart by the time I get back out. Then I will be unbearable..." "...The government has painted itself into a corner with this accusation of me being a terrorist! All my life I have conducted myself within the law, never advocated violence, always only wrote, spoke, broadcast. Information outreach - what we call in German Aufkl?rung was, and is, my policy..." "... Luckily I have my wife outside, my lawyers, my two sons, friends like Paul Fromm, people like yourself. If they don't hear from me, they will investigate, and the Solicitor General, the Ombudsman, or the courts - and, if all else fails, the media will pick up the story..." "... One day I will be either released or deported or extradited - or the US Supreme Court overturns the disgusting deportation and I return to Tennessee and freedom with Ingrid. In the meantime, I study, work, make copious notes, draw for a change of pace - and, yes, wonder about my strange karma and my very odd life and career.." "... I am in good spirits. I know I am a man with a destiny to fulfill. I know I must not fail my millions of Zundelists, and above all, I must be worthy of my heroes and role models like [Adolf Hitler] and Rudolf Hess. I am after all one of Hitler's children! I am fully conscious of what I have become. I do not know what it will lead to. My future is shrouded in cosmic fog, and my normally clairvoyant nature finds my fate engulfed in psychic static. Thus I wait, write, think and plan my defensive and offensive strategies. I have a clear conscience. I have never advocated violence, never condoned it, always warned against it - it baffles me what's going on...!" "...My belief in reincarnation and karma are a total control-mechanism on all I do, say, write. I believe in my heart that I am totally innocent of all these accusations. The nasty stuff in the press is pure character assassination - and I will leave it to the "cosmic cops" to look after those who torment me. I believe that all those who have hounded me so mercilessly for sooo long will receive their just punishment. Not by me. I do not have the hate or thirst for vengeance or revenge they seem to be consumed by - I simply do not have it in me to be like that..." [START] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Wed Oct 22 05:37:56 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Wed Oct 22 08:12:50 2003 Subject: ZGram - October 22, 2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 22 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 22, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I continue with snippets of Zundel Letters to friends - and to me. Again, keep in mind that this was written about four months ago: [START] "... I hope you will not be offended, but we are only allowed to use pencils in prison, and I am using up my softer German-made art pencils in order that you can decipher my handwriting a bit better. I am using up my German pencils at a frightening rate, $1.85 one pencil. There is the additional problem of getting them sharpened by the guards, who hate the job, it seems - and I can understand and empathize with them. They are big, rough, tough prison guards, and I come to them like a little boy holding up a fistful of pencil stubs through my feeding slot in the big metal door, and beg them: "Please, could you sharpen my pencils, (Daddy)? That's how I feel when I have to ask. Usually the kind and understanding Security Chiefs come to my rescue and take me up to the area where this instrument of my longing is mounted at a wall. These high-powered men, executive/officer types, sit there patiently while Canada's most reviled man sharpens his 15 pencils! I feel so embarrassed that I often wait 3-4 days before I can pluck up the courage to ask if they can once again help me! "... I am sure that the higher-ups will take another look at my/our situation and come to realize that I am no threat to them or other prisoners or the institution. Already I have been reassigned to a cell with a window where I can see blue sky and the sun for the first time in three months. I have been allowed to keep all my court documents in my cell. The first time in almost four months there is a corner table and a shelf for my books and transcripts. I am allowed access to the phone. True, it wastes the time of two guards and an officer, all of whom have more important work to do then listening to me telling my wife that I love her and miss her and that I would rather be in Tennessee painting than in solitary confinement in Toronto. I see it in their expressions, in their faces. They have to follow their orders and sit there. I know there is not one who would not rather be somewhere else. So we share like Siamese Twins a fate, kind of stuck together - till somebody higher up decides: Enough waste of manpower! We have better things to do!..." "... Now I can see sky, and this morning a stab of sunlight is falling on my table and the papers on it, and is reflected on the floor. I spent three months in Thorold in windowless cells, not knowing when it was day or night, often not knowing what day of the week it was. I made myself a homemade calendar, which at least tells me when my next court date is going to be and helps me keep track sending out letters. Some of the important ones never get delivered to Ingrid. Obviously, someone on the outside, not in here, is messing with my mail..." "... You will see blue-stemmed Lilies because the green pencils simply wear out too quickly and they break so easily that I simply have to send you once in a while fantasy-flowers to use up some of the other colors. Next week, hopefully, I will get my large envelopes from the canteen. Then I will send you some very nice, lovingly and carefully done designs..." "... I am being treated correctly. Things have improved, especially with the new cell. The institution has installed a new phone system, and the guards are getting used to it. I usually have to ask several times to be given access to the phone, but that is human failing, not a policy. I do not think that at all. Also, the guards rarely come into my cell. All the checking so done through a window, and it is not a disturbance. At night, the light in my cell is on but bearable. The food is not qualitatively or quantitatively as plentiful or varied as in Thorold, but I am not spoiled. I was hungry for so many years after the war - this is vastly better than what I was used to as a kid or teenager..." "... I am doing fine. Of course I miss being with you and all our flowers, all the magnificent vistas, the smells, the butterflies sailing by, the birds - and, of course, dropping by at the gallery and painting up a storm. We will have a lot of catching up to do! ..." "...I appreciate you sending me that horribly expensive "Little Orphan Annie", the Hobo cartoon book. I knew of the phenomenal success of those series but had actually never seen what it looked like. All I can say is this: Look at how simple the storylines are and how unsophisticated the drawing! The populace of America surely could not have been very sophisticated or spoiled by intellectual fare - no wonder they were willing to kill their brothers in Europe so easily at the Jewish propagandists' instigation in two world wars - and once again be lied into a war in Iraq so easily! "... I write to all who are mentioned in the accusations to get affidavits, news clippings, background etc. to see how they disposed of their cases. I ask them what's true, what's false - and that's it! There really is not that much more that I can do..." "... There are legal steps that I am undertaking, but all these court actions and lawyers are terribly costly. Thus I must be prudent on the financial expenditure side, for my enemies always wanted to bleed me dry. Many of my best donors, Germans of the World War II generation, have died. Thus it is no longer like in the 1980s. I knew that then. I knew it all along. There is only so much one person and his friends can achieve in a lifetime. "? I have succeeded in large measure through friends like you - more than I ever dared to dream possible. Inside my heart and soul I am calm, not resigned. I am combative as always, but eerily calm, like a man who instinctively perceives that something big, mysterious, not yet complete is being worked out in the cosmos. I await the results, matter-of-factly, whatever they may be. You might say that I am a man who has conquered his last fears. That's a nice state to have arrived at!?" "? I feel privileged to have had a life and career like mine. It was interesting up to this point in time, and I have a feeling that one or two of my legal initiatives will bring changes, which in time may well astonish friend and foe, for I am still Ernst Z?ndel!?" [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 23 12:21:23 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 23 14:55:46 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/23/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 23 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 23, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I am still catching up on the chronology of events of Life in the Canadian Gulag! In a letter I received early in September, dated August 27th, Ernst wrote: [START] I am sorry I did not get access to the phone again last night! I hope Paul [Fromm] got a chance to talk to you or email to you about the latest developments on the Northern Front. Doug [Christie, Defense Attorney] called me yesterday morning with one of these always frustrating conference calls - lots of technical snafus! He was scheduled to have a three-way conference between himself, [the government prosecutor] MacIntosh, and Judge Blais. Cosmic static all around! There really has to be something going on cosmically or psychically in this "verhexte" [cursed] situation. I have never ever in all my long years of litigation faced this kind of a thing! Ever! Not at the worst of times! Doug said he would one more time raise the issue of no pillow, no sheets, no highlighter, pens, post-it notes, also no chair, and infrequent "fresh air" allotments. He called me back, said the judge wanted written submissions on the issue of whether he was prejudiced. Then he would announce his decision on September 23rd if he stayed on the case or not. More suspense! More costs incurred by Doug! About my inconveniences, Doug said that at first the judge hmmed and hawwed, but then apparently must have talked to MacIntosh, and MacIntosh promised to talk to some high-ranking official in a provincial ministry. Imagine our judge, a former Cabinet minister, having to get together with Canada's highest Nazi war crimes prosecutor to get your husband a pillow - after over three months in this prison! That's how it was left. I was slightly skeptical about this cornucopia of goodies and amelioration to come. What I had not told you before, in order not to upset you, is this: Those padded sheets I have been sleeping on since May 16, '03 have not been changed in 3 months and 10 days! They do better in Tajikistan or Outer Slobovia! Also, the prison doctor had promised to "prescribe" a pillow for me because of the rib cage discomfort, which he thought might be "acid reflex". He also prescribed two arm wrist supports to help with the pain in my arms. He thought it might be carpal tunnel syndrome. The gadgets arrived, sat for two weeks in the guards' office until some older, experienced guard saw the packages and an order by the doctor to give them to me during the night to put on. He brought them. I tried them on. They fit and seemed to help. However, the night shift guards, for some reason, are not all that cooperative. They definitely don't want to bend down to lift the lid on my plastic bin to retrieve these gizmos in the morning and give them back to me at night. I asked. I was simply ignored by the guard. He did not want to hear my request, even though he was writing something down on my chart by the door. When I repeated my request, he shook his head in an annoyed way as if to shoo away some fly. No carpal tunnel relief that night! So just because the doctor prescribes something does not mean the prisoner gets the benefit! By three o'clock, the hall was abuzz outside my cell with activity. Lots of guards! Captains! The Captain who was the first to welcome me here in a Blount County prison style came into my cell, ordered me out into the hall, told me, "We are going to get you a pillow, some sheets, more regular fresh air, showers etc. - but first the guards are going to search your cell and take out a few things..." What he was talking about were all those styrofoam cups in which I mix my "Dr. Lorraine Day" liquid diet - 12 cups of very thinned-down apple juice or orange juice to "flavor" the fluoridated liquid, which I have a real problem drinking down each day. Dr. Day had said to me on the phone that this would help to get my blood pressure down naturally by thinning my blood. I had started that regimen already in the Thorold prison. There, the guards and security chiefs looked at that line-up of cups in my sink resembling urine samples, shook their heads, laughed - and that was that! Well, not so yesterday! This efficient captain told me sternly, after I explained to him the reasons for the cups and the water juice diet, that it was against regulations to "self-medicate", that I was a hazard to myself, and that only treatment prescribed by the prison doctor and medical staff were allowed to inmates. Out into the garbage went all my carefully saved styrofoam cups, along with spare juice containers I use to mix up my magic potion for the evening. Everything went - either down the drain or into the garbage! I had made myself some cardboard writing surfaces on my table. They were all ripped up! Into the garbage they went! All my pencils, too, which I kept organized in little plastic cups in which we get pudding or apple sauce. I had washed these out, dried them and sorted all my pencils according to color and kind. Soft pencils were in one container, those horrible hard prison pencils in another. One container held the dull ones, which I would give to the guards to sharpen to make things easier for them, since they have to walk down the hall to do that. Now the guards were told to tip all of them in a pile on the table, and I was told by the captain that he was only going to permit a very limited number because, according to him, these pencil stubs, many of them no more than 2 1/2 - 3 1/2 inches long, present a "safety hazard" to the staff! I was also told to sift all my court documents again. I will only be allowed to keep a very limited number in my cell because they present a "fire hazard", although there is no smoking allowed and not an electric outlet in the entire cell! I spent all last night until the lights were turned off trying to bring order into that mess on my bed and table to once again put like with like and see what I might need in court and what I can do without. So there you have it. I had to give up my water diet, most of my pencils, many documents, most of my correspondence and many books, some of which you so kindly sent me. I want history to record the lunacy of all this one day! We would need Melvin Belli as a lawyer and the strength of the Israeli lobby to overcome institutional bias and inertia! Imagine, my sweetheart - your husband being reduced to explain to you all this trivial stuff while civilization hangs at the brink of collapse! [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Fri Oct 24 05:51:20 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Fri Oct 24 08:28:00 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/25/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 25 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny October 24, 2003 When one lives intimately with another cherished human being - be it a parent, a sibling, a friend, a lover or husband - it is the little things that count, the small, endearing repetitions one comes to expect and to stash away like precious gems deep in the recesses of one's mind. While I still lived in California, I had a pilot friend who lived more in the air than on the ground, whose feet were never still, whose heart was never sated, who must have been one of the most glamorous, adventurous men on this earth. Whenever he had business on the West Coast or in Asia, Peter would come visit me. I had known him for quite a few years. I knew all the world's riches and treasures were spread at Peter's feet, and he was quite a hedonistic fellow, who liked the good things in life, the more the better the merrier, who could at times be shallow. He knew both kings and paupers and got along with both - to my amazement, equally. It was a side of him I didn't like that much, because I tend to be judgmental and selective, and I was longing for a deeper soul than Peter ever was or ever cared to be. But there was this small moment I cherished - a moment that I knew belonged to no one else but me. But he and I had been in World War II - we knew what war was like, what utter deprivation felt like, how hunger really hurt. I would prepare a lavish German breakfast out on our sunny California terrace, and as my good friend Peter settled down, he would repeat, as he had done so many times before: "We are so lucky! God, are we lucky! Look at this sunshine! Look at this food! Remember when we were kids - so cold, so poor, so starving?" Always the exact same words - he never varied them by even the slightest nuance! Whenever I now think of Peter, who died quite a few years ago, those are the moments I remember. Likewise with Ernst. We've certainly experienced highs and lows the like most mortals never fathom, and life is never dull, sometimes exquisitely heart-stopping and often dangerous. I'll give you a "for instance": I am a very early riser, and Ernst likes to work like a fiend through the night and sleep away the finest mornings, shamelessly - when he gets up, however, I know exactly what comes next: "Ingrid! Come here! Sit down! Dream Report!" And then I would find out about the Zundel adventures and thoughts and ideas and vistas that had come to Ernst in his dreams - and vivid they were, amazing they were, in wide panoramas, awash with glowing colors. I have vivid dreams, too, but nothing as exciting as Ernst's. In the last weeks before his arrest, however, he started having nightmares - very troubling and tormenting dreams. He was really upset by those dreams. Here is an excerpt from my birthday letter in the spring, still written from the prison in Thorold, dated May 13, 2003, where he records for history what he somehow foresaw: [start] I am studying my court hearing papers each day, and get angrier each day by the arrogance and ruthlessness of unchecked power by these people hiding behind the state! Sometimes I really do feel tempted to end these hearings and ask to be shipped to Germany - and as my revenge let the Canadians, who have treated me so shabbily in the last 25 years, have their civil rights and human rights be permanently violated and suspended by these undemocratic "national security" laws. But then my old peasant sense of justice reasserts itself and I stride into the courtroom in handcuffs - and do battle one more time with the forces of evil. What a fate! What weird karma! Odd! Yes, Ingrid, all my worst nightmares, all the indignities in my dreams, all the unfairness, all the being pursued, persecuted, hunted, captured, stripped naked etc. all have come true - almost on a daily basis! It baffles me no end. Why? I must make every effort to find the underlying cosmic/karmic reasons in order to put an end to this seemingly endlessly repeating pattern. It is not a life. It is merely living a nightmare. Daily! My two-and-a-half years with you in those peaceful surroundings of those quiet hills and dales, the smell of the hay, the fantastic greens of spring and the riot and blaze of colors in the fall, our bench, our walks, our talks, our quiet meals, our work - that was the life I was longing for. My books - those fantastic, colorful art books, the book on the national parks, geography, history...the moments when we would read our respective bedtime readings. I quietly had chuckles inside my head many a night because you would lie there, half propped up, your nose buried in heavy, heavy-going political/historical works of 30, 40, 50, 60 - even 70 years ago, and since I read them in the 50s and 60s, I knew how deep and difficult they were to read and comprehend! And I, the guy with the fire-breathing reputation, what was I reading? Art books so big they covered half the bed! Books on Nostradamus, books on the borderline sciences of the CIA's remote viewing, books on America's national parks, gardening books, seed catalogues! I used to read them downstairs in the middle of the night and look at those wonderful, double-spread photo pages and soak in the colors - not knowing that in only a short few months I would be permanently deprived of this, to me, almost essential-to-my-well-being sea of colors! Is it not odd how this happened? I think about it every waking moment, why this is the way it is, why it came about the way it did! Was cosmic, maybe totally evil force and power was directed at me/us all along - without us even suspecting or knowing it? Only my dreams did not lie! Remember how often I described to you the landscape in which those nightmares played out - always ice, snow, mountains of snow and blizzards I had to struggle through, while being hunted and pursued? When I was arrested, it was nice and balmy weather. Spring was in the air in Tennessee. When I landed in Buffalo a few weeks later, it was in a blizzard with almost zero visibility, snow banks everywhere! And when I was led outside, we had to climb over snow banks a yard high - me sliding and nearly falling in my tight handcuffs. Then we slid and skidded along New York State highways, totally covered in snow, with stranded cars everywhere and even snow plows having difficulty to plow the highway clear. Ambulances and tow trucks dominated the picture, and when we finally made it across to the Canadian side, the border station booths were almost invisible by the swirling snow and the piles, which the snow plows had made. It was scene after scene from my nightmares, which had now become a terrifying and soon sad reality. After being arrested, after first being questioned for 8 hours and then shipped into the dark, wintry Canadian, almost Siberian-like landscape, I had flashback after flashback. It was all deja vu. I had lived it already in my dreams. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 26 15:21:28 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 26 17:02:45 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/25/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 25 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 25, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: One of the very early "Prisoner of Conscience" letters, dated March 19, 2003, titled "The Great Pencil Sharpener Crisis This Past Week!": [START] Friday afternoon the great pencil sharpener disaster hits. Now who in the real world out there in freedom would ever think there would be a crisis caused by a broken pencil sharpener at the beginning of the 21st century in a thoroughly modern place like Canada? Unthinkable! Nonsense! It just could not happen! Besides, who the hell still uses pencils anyway? "Use a ball point pen!" would be the impatient answer by normal people with far greater problems to solve in their daily lives or busy careers! And rightly so! Reality check from Prisoner # 7 in Isolation Unit coming up! Nice, young, very polite girl guard, always willing to undertake the long walk to that mysterious office or place where that, for me, enormously important invention of the year 1880 is kept - the pencil sharpener of a modern Canadian prison! Through the feeding slot she first has to open with an old brass key in an 1895 type old, noisy lock in my thick metal cell door, she hands me my, by now, pitifully shrunken treasure of dull pencils - and with a Bambi-like move and look of her pretty eyes, just visible to me as she bends down to talk through my feeding slot, she tells me: "Sorry, Z?ndel, the pencil sharpener is not working!" She hands me my fistful of pencils - some colored art pencils made in China of utterly inferior, constantly breaking-off tips, Third World quality. I am on my knees , in order that I can talk through the slot and be heard over the prison noise on her side, but she is called away by another inmate's furious pounding on the cell door down the hall. She flips the thick metal door covering my feeding slot with such a loud steel-on-steel bang that every metal steel plate wall of my cell bounces the echo around. Reality begins to sink in as I take a troubled inventory of my totally, partially, and not-yet-dull pencils and stubs. I look at my pile of papers in my cell, looking every day more like my legendarily messy desk in Tennessee, or earlier in Toronto, as I begin to prioritize. [Who will get a letter] with the remaining supply of pencils, and who will have to wait? From which letters don't I have to make painstaking hand-written copies - which ones can I risk to send out without copies? Weekends are not a good time to get serious repairs done in a jail or anywhere else. But being Ernst, who always had a few dozens, hundreds, even thousands of everything in my supply dump, I figure I'll keep asking the guards, even the not-so-friendly, tired older male ones a few years from retirement, who are just going through the bare routine. For the next three days, every guard, male or female, old or young, at every feeding time, shower or exercise walk in the prison yard is asked, begged, pleaded with: "How about that pencil sharpener situation? Fixed yet?" "Nope." "Any chance for a new one?" "They are working on it." I sweeten the offer. "I'll pay for it - I have money in my account. I'll buy it for you, and you'll lend it to me! I'll sharpen my pencils and immediately give it back to you!" Consternation. "We can't do that!" I commiserate with Ingrid, Barb my lady lawyer, Doug Christie in 5000 km distant Victoria, B.C., my university professor son, Pierre. He tells his sweet wife of the great crisis in his father's life. She, being always the caring, warm, motherly type, takes pity on me and dreams about going to the Office Depot and airlifting a gross of Pencil sharpeners to her kids' grandfather in distant Toronto, so that the little ones can get their frequent missives from Opa Ernst. She tells me about that dream, which she fully intended to act on the next day - and, though starved of sharp pencils, I have to beseech her not to cause me grief with the administration here with that pencil sharpener airlift. They might take it as an affront by that impatient, already a bit troublesome houseguest with all that legal mail pouring in to the prison censor's already overworked office! I have an inspiration. There is one man in this prison who can straighten out the pencil sharpener crisis, even though it has not even remotely anything to do with his job description. He is the security chief of this entire sprawling prison complex in rural Ontario. I know that he knows that I carry on this correspondence with all kinds of lawyers, government officials, reporters, attorneys of and for newspapers, ambassadors, government ministers, my sisters, my fellow workers, helpers in Tennessee and elsewhere! I know that the chief knows I am using up a lot of pencils because the poor man has to read and check the content of all those letters. During one of his official, periodic visits, he told me if I needed something, to put in a written request using a Request Form! I always considered that Request Form as something special, a kind of S.O.S. signal that one did not send to the office frivolously. But this Pencil Sharpener Situation, coming at a time when I am getting ready for one of the most important judicial type hearings in my whole life, gets to me - I simply need a secure supply of sharp pencils! My future life depends on it! Against the backdrop of this prison experience, I reluctantly put an already dull pencil to paper and fill out that S.O.S. Request Form. In the last line I add: "I need help, please. The pencil sharpener has been broken for three days!" I sign it. Date it. I add the hour of my request - guessing, because I see no daylight, so I have no idea what time it is. I shove the Request Form under the crack in my cell door on the floor, along with an atrociously dull pencil letter for Ingrid. The prison quiets down. The lights are dimmed just a bit for the night. I think of Ingrid all alone in Tennessee, as I drift off to sleep on my hard prison cot. Morning comes. The crack in the door opens. A food tray is shoved in. I check out which guards are on the shift. I spot a native Indian woman guard and decide she is the motherly, middle-age type. I can ask her about the Pencil Sharpener Situation. Boy, am I wrong in my pick! She could not care less and walks on. Well. I know there will be a shift change, and soon new guards will come in. Someone nice, understanding my plight, is bound to appear - and there he is, a boyish, lanky, six foot tall fellow in his early twenties, a boy who exudes kindness with every boyish grin and gesture, not yet deadened by the inanities and insanities of the low-lifes he has to deal with most of his waking hours! I wait till he serves me my food through the slot and ask. He cheerfully replies: "Get them ready! I'll look after them for you as soon as the feeding rush is over." I have a little styrofoam cup where I keep the dull ones. He sweeps them up and rushes off. Within less than 15 minutes he is back, an angelic smile on his face. He hands me back the tools of my trade, sharpened to the point of a needle! And this is why I can afford to spend two sharpened pencil stubs on this story - and still have some pencils left over to write to the German Ambassador and the Canadian government! ===== You see what I mean, Ingrid? It was a big problem for me. No outsider could imagine the consequences to me, to our life, because just then I had to fill in those all-important Appeal Forms and write an urgent letter to the Chief of Canada's Refugee and Immigration Appeal Board about my case. Only one kid understood the urgency of my situation! Is it not odd in our [struggle] that there is never anything cut-and-dried? Have you noticed that? Reviewing my life and the list of people I have to interact with in this interdependent, complex world, I sit uncomfortably crouched on my spartan prison bed and wonder in utter amazement that under the circumstances anything actually works! Everything we touch or undertake, and almost every one we meet or deal with, is in one way or another odd or flawed, hamstrung, handicapped with taboos and hang-ups! It's amazing! There are always can't, don't, mustn't. couldn't for this, that, or another dozen reasons. Why is that? Is the real world peopled by seven billion such creatures? Is this really the state of the human condition? Is that where we're at in human evolution? If that's the case, then God, please help this planet! There is no way that such an unstable bunch of bipeds can for long hold Spaceship Earth together. There is no way that this world will see marked improvement in many spheres, if this is really where we are at in human evolution. [These people] come in, punch the clock, drink coffee, hold other people hostage with asinine conversations, go to lunch, shuffle some papers, punch the clock, ask their wife what's for supper, work the remote control of the television, eat, have sex, go to sleep, get up and steal another day from the good Lord! [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Sun Oct 26 15:22:56 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Sun Oct 26 17:03:01 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/26/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 26 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 26, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Yesterday's letter was just incredibly sad. This morning, I found this uplifting letter in my mailbox. It is dated October 14, 2003 - and was written in response to a John Kaminiski letter that I had sent to Ernst and a book I had arranged for him to have. You will see yet another side of Ernst - a man whose body is in shackles and yet, a man, who finds the time to help a total stranger with artistic suggestions to launch his own line of books: [START] Dear Ingrid - I have stamps and envelopes again - thus you will be one of the first people after the long weekend to get a bunch of drawings which you might be able to use as envelope stuffers. The ones I enclose are all usable in the newsletters - you can group your text around them. By the way: I drew a most beautiful dandelion blossom - and one going to seed sending its parachutes out - for John Kaminski whose book company is called Dandelion Books. I'll be interested to see how he will react to this. I suggested a slogan for him: "Spreading the Seeds of Freedom". As you can see, [there are] three little parachutes still on the dandelion, while others sail off in the distance. He is terribly negative, horribly frustrated, but a very gifted wordsmith. He has lots of phrases, eminently useful. Thanks for making that contact and sending me his stuff. He has a few observations in there by Ralph Waldo Emerson, which parallel mine, about the futility of travel. Emerson, too, in different parts of the world came to realize that, regardless of what new, beautiful vistas he beheld - same face, same feelings, same groping for answers he felt and saw at home! How often did I look into the mirror in Europe, Africa, Asia, surrounded by all these strange people - and after months of travel, months of soaking up magnificent vistas, visiting all the famous ruins of ancient civilizations, I suffered image information overload! I simply overloaded my memory bank. I remember standing by the sea shore in some out-of-the-way Hawaiian island - being me, I had to go visit all of them, each and every one of them! - and letting the salty spray from the roaming, incoming breakers of a stormy sea blow in my fevered face until I was drenched, saying out loud to myself: "If I see one more ancient ruin, one more temple, I think I will go crazy!" Here I was, surrounded by this incredible, romantic, magnificent vista - and I, the artist, had circuit overload! That taught me a valuable lesson! Like Marco Polo, I had to get home to digest all I had seen and heard during all those conversations and interviews I had absorbed over almost a year of travel to the far corners of the planet. It was then that the foundations were laid, from which I have drawn ever since - that all things need their time, almost like a gestation period after conception, time to develop until a thought, or a vision, gets born. To rush it would amount to a risky, premature birth or even a tragic abortion. This is one of the things which helps me sustain my equilibrium in solitary confinement - to know that, cosmically, a birth will take place after conception has occurred. Therefore, our dreams and visions, all those magnificent plans will come to fruition when their gestation period is over. Will you and I be present at the birth? I don't know, for I am not God - just Ernst, your husband, partner, and friend. So keep the dream. Nurture it. Let us always divest each day some of our energy and any money [we can spare], even if it is only a postage stamp, for one more letter, or time for one more email, to reach out, to touch someone, to make the dream come true. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Mon Oct 27 06:53:13 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Mon Oct 27 08:31:50 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/27/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 27 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 27, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: This morning, when I checked www.rense.com as I do every day, I saw that John Kaminski, a dissident Internet writer, had already placed one of Ernst's letters. Since not all of you read Rense, I bring it to you for good measure - slightly edited, of course, since my sweetheart has some maddening habits of punctuation and putting into quotations what he deems important, not realizing that to frame something in quotations (unless it is actual speech) negates the very emphasis he is trying to make. I have explained this concept many times, but habit is habit with Ernst. It's no small feat, believe me, to break a Zundel habit! Here is that letter, prefaced by John Kaminski's comments: [START Falsely imprisoned in the Zionist gulag, Revisionist hero says it's up to us to take America back from the brink By John Kaminski skylax@comcast.net and Ernst Z?ndel, prisoner of conscience Ernst Z?ndel still languishes in a Canadian jail, in solitary confinement, denied of many of the basic privileges most prisoners, even actual criminals, take for granted. A true hero of the Holocaust Revisionist movement for his outspoken opposition to the official Zionist version of World War II, Zundel was kidnapped by U.S. INS agents in February on the pretext of missing a scheduled appointment (Z?ndel claims he knew nothing about it), spirited off to Canada (where he resided for 42 years), and faces deportation to Germany and a long prison term, because in Germany it is against the law to contradict the Jewish version of what precisely happened during World War II. In his Canadian prison ordeal, Z?ndel is not allowed to hear the evidence against him, who the witnesses are, or even what the accusations are. This procedure, permitted by Canadian anti-terrorist legislation, cancels the basic right under Anglo-Saxon common law of the defendant to know the charges against him, to face his accusers and to challenge their evidence in order to make a full and complete defense. Canadian authorities allege that Z?ndel, while not personally violent, is a terrorist and supports serious acts of violence in Canada or abroad. Z?ndel, an award-winning artist and videographer, was Canada's best-known revisionist. For publishing a slim booklet entitled "Did Six Million Really Die?" he was twice put on trial and convicted on a charge of spreading "false news." It is important to understand that those who reject the Holocaust story do not dispute that large numbers of Jews were deported to concentration camps and ghettos, and that many Jews were killed during the Second World War. Every serious revisionist acknowledges that Europe's Jews suffered a catastrophe during the Hitler years. They were ruthlessly uprooted, taken from their homes, and herded into horribly overcrowded ghettos and miserable concentration camps, where many of them perished. Their property and their rights were taken away. While conceding all of this, the men and women who have testified on Z?ndel's behalf have articulated their reasons for rejecting the idea that there was a German program to exterminate Europe's Jews, and for disbelieving the stories about mass killings in gas chambers. Recently, in response to a copy of my book I sent him, Z?ndel sent me this letter. ??? 12 October 03, Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend Ernst Z?ndel, Toronto West Detention Center 111 Disco Road, Box 4950 Rexdale, ON M9W 1M3 CANADA Dear Mr. Kaminski, For some reason, I feel drawn to use the familiar "John", although I abhor the all-too-easy chumminess and often inappropriate use of a person's first name! Ingrid, my wife, who is an ardent reader of your writings, feels the same way about this habit of familiarity, which was typical for Americans, but has now made tremendous inroads in Canada and even Germany, where young people now address people like myself, or my wife, in the term formerly reserved for parents, siblings, relatives, or very close friends - the word DU and in French tu. For almost a month, I have had your angry book, a collection of essays titled "America's Autopsy Report," by my bunk made of a concrete slab in my isolation cell in solitary confinement in this prison - the new Canadian Gulag. I have read, re-read - and after I was finally granted the privilege of a yellow marker after eight months solitary confinement - I [have] marked some of the things I wanted to raise with you. The problem is, I can only send eight pages of these pencil-written notes. No ball point pens or any other pens are allowed in Canadian prisons. So please forgive the difficulty in reading this. I feel inadequate to communicate my thoughts to you, given the handicaps described and the fact that in Canada, unlike the USA, an inmate's outgoing mail is also read by prison censors! In America this used to be a federal crime, punished by up to 8-10 years imprisonment. I am not sure if this has also been affected by the Constitution/Bill of Rights-busting provisions of the Patriot Act. Thus, as you read these next few pages, reflect under what physical and mental constraints I am writing you! Always remember this context in every word, phrase and thought. I don't know how much, or how little, and from what sources you may have gathered or gleaned whatever you do know about me. I hope I am not boring you with stuff you already know. Your writings reveal a keen appreciation of many of the topics you and I are and obviously have been interested in for decades. It seems that I must be somewhat older than you are, for your political awakening seems to have taken form in the early 1970s; with me it was in the late 1950s and early 1960s. I had the "benefit" of [having been] born at the outbreak of WWII and having vivid recollections of the Allied wartime bombings, [as well as] what Americans and the Allies imposed on Germany - after they did to the Germans what has unfortunately been "their" pattern or modus operandi in every war ever since. That saves me a lot of "pencil stubs," for I can see from your passionate writings at least an intellectual understanding of what war and subsequent unconditional surrender meant to Germany and her allies, both for civilians and also the defeated and disarmed military forces and support personnel. You are undoubtedly familiar with James Barques' books about Eisenhower's death camps, so I won't bore you with that war crime! I said to my wife that John Kaminski is a "work in progress," as we artists say, while we labour on a particularly multi-faceted painting with lots of detail and nuances. For instance: I was going to write you about that often grotesquely mangled and misquoted "Big Lie" authorship, usually laid at Hitler's and/or Joseph Goebbels' feet, and I was more than pleased to read your rock-bottom honesty in setting the record straight after a Canadian correspondent drew your attention to the real facts. That one act did more to elevate you in my eyes than many of the other very courageous acts you undertook in your writings. You say stuff, John Kaminski, that most of the intellectuals of this world hardly dare to think - never mind write! It's downright HEROIC! Your comments on page 180 of your book - "America's Autopsy Report" - further cemented this perception of you in my mind that here is a man who is not afraid of "calling a spade a spade," [who] can admit errors. A rare quality. Once this gets past the various censors, not only inside this place but those other government snoops who lie in wait for any Z?ndel mail (read Andrew Mitrovica's book "Covert Entry" about how the authorities intercept my mail, and how they have analyzed and dissected it for the last 20 years), you will get to appreciate that the "Patriot Act" has only officially admitted and now sanctions what has been going on in Canada, Germany and you can bet the USA for over 50 years! More like since 1914! You are on to most of the rackets and con-jobs already! I was pleased that you understand or suspect the role played by the effects of drugs and electronic conditioning (p. 99) and that with all your anger, frustration, even fury at what is happening to America, you put your finger on where some of the root causes lie ... "It's the support systems that enslave us and keep us dependent on our corporate keepers. WE NEED TO EAT FOOD WE GROW IN OUR BACKYARDS, NOT BUY FROM SUPERMARKET CHAINS." This innocuous phrase encompasses a revolutionary act in today's context. It's the first sentence in a new, not-yet-written "Declaration of Individual Independence," a supreme and basic act of self-liberation. Not only does it make a person more self-reliant and gives a family more nourishing food, which will within months, at most years, lead to far-healthier thinking, logic, but also [results in] a natural suspicion (not induced paranoia) that comes with good, wholesome food, outdoor activity - like digging over a garden and field, fresh air, appreciation of man's interconnnection to the earth, soil, elements, the cycle of nature and life! It means a new healthy survival instinct will be a byproduct of this back-to-the-basics, reconnect-with-nature process. It has been my observation, John Kaminski, that the easiest people to confuse and con with a torrent of nice-sounding phrases are [the ones] uprooted from the land, citified populations, the world over! The toughest customers to convince are usually peasants; they are some of the most CONSERVATIVE and realistic common-sense guided people. I am not saying "all"! I have met my share of shallow or stupid farmers ? but a far larger number of farmers will spot a con man or a Ponzi scheme quicker than city slickers will. Since I am not God nor a prophet, and with my soon-to-be-dull pencil stub can only touch on the bare essentials, I cannot and would not presume to give you advice, John Kaminski. Let me just submit a few thoughts, so that you can dwell on them, mull them over, and then come to your own conclusions if what I submit to you is worthy of consideration. John, I do this based on a 40-year career as an artist, reporter, writer and broadcaster, both for radio and television. You can grant me that I have been around the block, as it were, and have been interviewed by the most famous [media hosts] - from the legendary Joe Pine, Long John Nebel in the 1960s to Mike Wallace on 60 Minutes in the 1990s. I have broadcast and even interviewed more than 2,000 people on radio and over 500 TV shows, which is one of the chief reasons I am called a National Security Threat in this country. All the grilling in court, for months on end already, has been mainly about people I have known and interviewed, because some of those interview subjects were "decided underdogs". Many of them were, or at least declared themselves to be, political or alternative thinkers, activists and innovators, be it in religion, politics or the health and nutrition field. That's why your book, "A.A. Report," and your other Internet essays strike such a chord - because for me it's a case of deja v?, of "been there, done that." Having researched, questioned, and allowed to give voice to some of [my guests'] ideas, I have come to the conclusion that all the anger and frustration, all the eloquent manifestos, all the tirades on late night talk shows, on patriotic short wave and now Internet radio are only a safety valve for ourselves, to vent some of the pent-up frustration, like you did in "America's Autopsy Report." If I may be so vulgar and say it, it is "emotional and verbal masturbation," not leading to conception and the subsequent birth of a promising new life. It dissipates into the ether, and - I am living, incarcerated proof! - draws the attention of the agencies of the new police state and sets one up for "Sonderbehandlung," as it was called in WWII. Now in American and Canada, it is called "special treatment," [such as] I and my fellow victims in Canada get who face daily secret evidence, secret witness in-camera hearings, where only government lawyers and prosecutors, together with the presiding specially designated federal judge, get to hear and see this secret evidence. The accused and his attorney never are told what his or her accusers said! This then is the fate of me, a man of ideas, a dissident publisher and broadcaster, who from the 1960s onward has spent an entire career stressing evolution and not revolution, stressing the non-violent change of society via ideas! I have had years and years of court appearances and merciless interrogations by all manner of police, immigration, RCMP, FBI - you name it, I've had it, all long before the Patriot Act and its Canadian version were ever foisted on a gullible citizenry! I have been bombed, my home and business burned to the ground. I was knocked to the ground outside court by Jewish mobs in full view of the media and police, and I battled for my right to speak and write in Canada, Germany, and now the USA as well. So you could say that as far as the "democratic countries" or the "Western democracies" are concerned, I did help write the book on freedom of speech, freedom of thought, and of freedom of assembly. You could say like it says in the song, "I did it my way." I once kept track of the readership, listenership, and viewership of the claimed audiences of all the papers, radio and TV shows I appeared on in one year. It was way in excess of 500 million people - for one year! That was before I had my own radio and TV, and satellite and public access shows. My wife tells me that the visitor count to the Zundelsite shot up to 1.2 million in the months after my arrest in the U.S. and my deportation to Canada. An average of 2.4 pages were looked at by each visitor - so that's a respectable number in anybody's book! And yet, I believe that the humble mother who decides to go to the inconvenience and often nerve-straining trouble to homeschool her brood of children accomplishes more in the long run, as does the father who toils in his garden to bring healthful produce to the kitchen table, than all the words that I have uttered! The potential outcome and benefit to society of a healthy mind, dwelling in a healthy body, brought about by healthy, wholesome, organically and lovingly grown and harvested "fuel" - high-octane nourishment - will be like a secret weapon of sanity unleashed against a confused herd of mindless cattle heading for the slaughterhouse. Thus John, I would beg you, be careful in your blanket condemnation of ALL Americans, or of "America being a nation of liars, bullies, conmen, crooks, mindless robots, jackbooted enforcers, crooked judges, beholden prosecutors and grovelling whores and sellouts in the Congress and Senate." If anybody has earned the right, or at least could be expected to espouse such unflattering epithets, then I, the marginalized, vilified, handcuffed, leg-ironed, deported German immigrant, could claim for myself the right to lash back, to ease my own pain, and assuage my own psyche. I try desperately, in the solitude of my unenviable existence, not to allow this short circuit of my soul. I do not want my enemies to warp my being by their unconscionable actions against me. John, I would urge you, one of the most evocative, skilled writers I have read in this crucial time: Do not offend and thus neutralize a vast segment, untold millions undoubtedly, by your anger, your hurt, and your disappointment at the failings and shortcomings - and I admit, the criminal behavior - of some, and the silent acquiescence of millions of others in America! You can, of course, say to me: "I am an American. These are Americans, my people, acting in my name..." etc. You can, and obviously do feel an almost holy wrath of Biblical proportions against these unsavoury elements within the American body politic [and] American society. I, the German immigrant, torn from my American citizen wife's side so cruelly, recognize all the signs of decay and decline, even of degeneration, all around us. I am not blind, and my heart bleeds for the unfulfilled promise and the unrealized dream America could have been - and, I say defiantly, STILL CAN BE - if we, all of us who are alert, WILL IT TO BE, and make it come about by our individual actions, our rededication to the core values: good, solid, honest, eternal values of honesty, hard work, self-reliance, foresight, frugality, discernment, and common sense. John, you said it yourself - millions of Americans took to the streets to protest a war ? before it happened! These millions of Americans [are] of all races, nationalities and ages. I saw lots of young people at those demonstrations, John - they saw through the lies, the concocted intelligence reports; they had more sense and more guts and more idealism and, yes John, they were motivated by a new kind of mature patriotism that was not silenced by any amount of [the] government's invoking the flag and phony claims of "national security" repeated like mantras by the kept corporate media. Millions saw through it. That, John, is your and our constituency. Imagine how these many millions of dedicated, hard-working, overtaxed, and constantly lied to and emotionally blackmailed decent people must feel when someone calls all of American in fact "evil" - that includes them, John. It's a gross oversimplification, and insult to the untold millions who are as yet voiceless because an oligarchy of evil batters [battens?] on them. They are hapless victimes, chafing at the bit, waiting to be liberated from their myriad oppressors. John, [that is] the way I see it as an outsider, now cooped up in a 6x9 solitary confinement jail cell - where the lights are on day and night, guards come to write down all my actions, movements, every 20 minutes, 24 hours a day, where I get 10 minutes of fresh air by myself in a concreted-over, totally enclosed prison yard, where no one speaks to me for days, sometimes weeks, where all visits and phone calls have to be pre-approved. The way I see it is not to let our anger and frustration get the better of us. [Instead we must] carefully separate the perpetrators from the victims, then coalesce the energies of the victims, one step at a time, against their tormentors and victimizers - by showing them and explaining to them who their enemies are, where they hide, what methods the oppressors use to enslave them from credit cards to installment payments, to "easy home mortgages," etc. Then [we must] educate them how Aspartame and other chemicals in their food and drinks are used to control them, to dumb them down, to make them more easily manipulated - and once you have alerted them to the problems, give them some simple solutions ? like you did when you said we should grow our own food. You can't do that in cities - explain to them that they can rent garden plots. It was done in two World Wars. John, we are at war - the war for the heart and soul of America and the whole Western world is now raging. I say the enemies of mankind declared it. Now it is up to us, each one of us, one step and one neighbor and, in your case, one reader at a time, to take America back from the brink. Legalizing pot is not the answer, John - that's largely how the 1960s revolution was channeled into nothingness. "Turn on and tune out" was what they did - victims of those same corrupt servants of the military-industrial complex and media complex. Each one of us has the power in [our] heads, [our] hearts and [our] individual families to issue to [ourselves our] their very own Declaration of Food and Lifestyle Independence. Good food will lead to sound thinking, solid health, mental and spiritual independence ? and America and the West will be saved. All the best. E. Z?ndel ===== John Kaminski is the author of "America's Autopsy Report," a collection of his Internet essays. For more information, see http://www.johnkaminski.com/ For more information about Ernst Z?ndel, see http://www.zundelsite.org/ez.html [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Tue Oct 28 07:51:22 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 30 08:45:47 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/28/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 28 Message-ID: ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 28, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Two distinct excerpts from Cell # 5 in the Canadian Gulag: The first is from a recent letter to me, dated 10-20-03. The second, a bit further down, is from a letter sent early this month to a rather new supporter in Texas who will, so we fervently hope, get a small Zundel delegation together to pay Congressman Ron Paul a reconnaissance visit. We need to find out if something can be done at all to find somebody with a spine up there in Washington who won't disappear in a mouse hole the moment the Holocaust Lobby says "Boo!" Let me say this: I have only the highest regard for Congressman Paul, but I do know that he made a withering remark about my venerable husband. If you were in my moccasins, would you let that pass by? For many, many in America, Ron Paul is like a beacon of hope - but he needs to be clued in, don't you agree, that when it comes to Mr. Zundel, he will be dealing with a man of substance, integrity and, above all, resilience, and not the cardboard cut-out caricature created by Spielberg et al to scare the gullible? Letter to Ingrid up-front: [START] It's Monday before noon. My tall Punjabi Indian bodyguard, turban and all, came early to fetch me for my ten minutes of fresh air. It was a nice brisk morning. Then it was shower time. In the meantime, I had my own anxieties to contend with, for my trusty glasses broke. For months, I wondered silently what I would do if and when that moment would arrive. So now I am waiting for our Security Chief to come to give him one more Zundel lament. Without my glasses, I won't be able to read, write or sketch. I will be speaking to my lawyers at 4 p.m. today - hopefully, I can get the phone then. I will see if they can get me one of those all-purpose Walmart glasses. I have half a dozen in my desk at home in the top drawers. What a fate! My being jerked around is like all the other Zundel persecutions to serve [people] as an example not to open their mouths, or else - and in some quarters of the German community, it's obviously working. [A Canadian supporter] told me about the fear he encountered once he asked the German Canadian Congress to engage themselves for me. They never were much good, but not even in this extreme situation will they do or say anything. It is really perverse - to think how hard I have fought for that community, so that their children in school would not be subjected to the constant taunts, and that their heritage would not be denigrated in their children's school books. I can see why our soldiers, after the war, were so bitter. Imagine, some of them had lost limbs or their eyesight, their wives were raped, their children killed. I can only explain it in the context of Hitler's aftereffect that the German nation could still gather its remnants - and like a Phoenix rising from the ashes with all of these traumatized and battered psyches within their community rebuild that place in a remarkably short time to be again the powerhouse economy of Europe. An amazing feat! Mr. Arcand used to tell me: "Mr. Zundel, you come from the most virile, dynamic people on earth!" He said that in utter awe and sincere admiration. This reminds me of the historical writer, William Manchester. He once told in an article in Reader's Digest in the late 1960s or early 1970s that he accompanied Charles DeGaulle on a battlefield visit to Stalingrad in the summer of 1943. DeGaulle kept exclaiming aloud: "Mon Dieu, quelles peoples!" When Manchester asked him, "Mon General, quelles peoples?" DeGaulle answered, "Of course the German people! To think that they came that far!" An amazing accolade by an enemy! One has to remember that France, all of it, was still occupied at that time, and DeGaulle was the chief of the "Big Four" engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the German forces. He still had the grandeur and chivalry to say this in front of an international coterie of war correspondents. A little closer to home: A brutal murderer has been put into this isolation area in the last few days. I heard one of the guards scream obscenities at him because the guy is obviously mental, raging like an animal, pounding on his cell door, making animal grunts all the while. It seems he killed his wife in a gruesome [fashion], stabbing her 27 times, according to what I overheard. I feel sorry for the guards who have to be serving food to creatures like that, take them to the shower, the yard, to sick bay etc. One really is exposed to the garbage dump and the broken wrecks and refuse of society in these places. I always try to keep that in mind when one of the guards, or the captains, have a "bad hair day." Imagine doing this as a career all the rest of your life! I have asked some of them why they chose this kind of work. You would not believe how carelessly and without forethought most of these men and women ended up being prison guards - a whole life spent like a comet's tail based on a whim of a decision! They don't make all that much money, it seems, and it's shift work. It also seems that management, in order to save money and to intimidate the Union, are using a lot of part-time contract helpers. That was one of the constant discussions in Thorold, almost like an echo chamber while I was in the shower or outside in the yard doing my rounds. Everybody has worries, problems, job fears. Only you and I have the perfect job - work we like to do, which is meaningful and reaches the world in an instant, bypassing borders, customs, snoops, censors most of the time! This is quite a time to be alive, when one really thinks about it. Europe is like a sleepy giant, drowsily blinking into the sunlit [air], stirring - and, unsteadily as yet, staggering to its feet after 58 years of abject prostration before its conquerors in East and West. In comparison to such a momentous occasion, what are the inconveniences I have to suffer, and the loneliness you have to endure, until all this has been sorted out? Sorry for rambling on, my lady! I will end this now and get the envelope ready for you. [END] Next comes the excerpt from that letter to our young Texan supporter: [START] In Tennessee's Blount County jail, where the food portions were small and of very poor quality, most of the prisoners would buy junk food, like chocolate bars, by the armful. M&Ms were the favorites, Mars bars a close second. My schizophrenic/manic depressive cell mate, a chemical engineer who had apparently peddled designer drugs via the Internet, bought in one week 40 packets of Cool-Aid in powder form, 30 Mars bars, 10 bags of M&Ms and 20 bags of potato and corn chips, because he said he was "starving". All the prisoners complained of hunger. Imagine in rich America, prisoners going hungry! [At breakfast], lunch and supper, there was a regular loud, slave-auction type shouting going on, especially between the Black inmates, many of whom were in on various drug charges. They would trade their two pieces of dry toast or their soggy porridge for "one item" - that's what it was called, an unofficial in-prison currency established by inmates among themselves. Since I was desperate to write to Ingrid and to make some drawings to cheer her up as well as to send them as "thank you" notes to my supporters, I participated in the auction to rent - yes, RENT! - a prisoner's ball point pen for 1 1/2 days for some of my food items. Another man gave me three sheets of paper for some apple pie, oversweetened as all this stuff was. I did not miss it. The early drawings that Ingrid received came into being because of this Black entrepreneurship. As soon as the inmates saw that I could draw, they crowded around, and serious bargaining took place around the Zundel table. One white man, approximately 27 years old, in for over 20 years, was willing to trade me the use of his ball point pen [plus] rental of a book on America's beautiful national parks if I made him a letter-sized pen drawing of his vintage Camaro, of which he showed me a faded color Polaroid, cut off at the end. We shook hands on our deal. I got paper, pen, snapshot, and that precious book from the boy. I made Ingrid a prison Valentine's Day card, which took 27 days from the date I mailed it in prison to our home maybe 35 miles away. I drew a picture of a grist mill from memory, as I had seen it in Cades Cove Park, not far away from our home, and one beautiful summer vista overlooking parts of America. Ingrid gave those as numbered prints to our better donors. That's how the first, desperately needed money was raised for my defense, for the lawyers gobble up money at an alarming rate, let me tell you that! Then I drew the young man's car, and business started booming. Unfortunately my free enterprise barter system was short-circuited by my being expelled from America. [End] A reminder: Support the Zundel Struggle - one day you will be proud you did! Ernst's Prisoner of Conscience sketches are rapidly becoming collectors' items. I have a few new ones in the hopper I need to computer-enhance and put on the Net so our enemies can see we will not be defeated! NO SURRENDER! Our address is: Ingrid Z?ndel 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge, TN 37863 USA From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 30 06:01:11 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 30 08:46:05 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/29/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 29 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 29, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: Ernst has a reak knack of prediction about political developments several weeks before they actually happen. I am frequently amazed at how close to target he comes. Yesterday, I thought about that instinctive ability to forecast geopolitical events of earth-shaking impact when someone in Germany sent me the link to an absolutely stunning article that points in the direction outlined in the letter below. I urge you to go there and read. ( http://www.joevialls.co.uk/myahudi/sunburn.html ) The letter below was written to a German-Canadian and one of the most fearless activists still left in Bozoland where the Holocaust Lobby has just succeeded in getting the government to sign into law their coveted Holocaust Day. [START] August 12, 2003 Dear Frank and lovely wife: I wanted to share some thoughts with you, for you are one of the most intelligent Germans, and one of the most courageous and decent men I know. Thank you for the envelope with all that interesting information, especially that Martin van Crefeld / military historian from Israel article. In its frankness, I have never seen anything like it, ever! Throughout history, that has been [our enemies'] pattern - sneaky, groveling on the way up, arrogant while they are just about on the top - and then, at the very last moment, snatching defeat from a near-certain victory by becoming insufferable and unbearable, as they did in the last days of the Weimar Republic. If they were just a little less pushy, a little more respectful of other people's rights, and a little less overbearing in flounting their control of Goyim politicians in Washington, London, Ottawa and Canberra, they might just pull off their messianic vision. But [here] come the Martin van Crefelds to "let it all hang out" with insufferable arrogance, or bullies and war criminals like Sharon who will expel the Palestinians at the first opportunity - which will be the straw that breaks the camel's back. It will be the overreaching point, and then it will be downhill. They truly are a tragic people, for themselves as well as for all of those around them, throughout their history - a history that has constantly repeated itself like clockwork. According to that pattern, they are once again near the top, which means that moment [of defeat] is not far away. Putin in Russia is putting the squeeze on Jewish criminals there. The new KGB is raiding these Jewish oil oligarch gangsters' offices, confiscating their computers and business records, which will help them unravel the trail of the money and may well lead to new charges. That could be the beginning of the unraveling of their criminal network and empire [in Russia]. I believe that once Putin is elected to a second term, at an opportune moment he will re-nationalize the oil industry and lumber/mining enterprises and establish a Russian National Socialist type government, which is far better suited for the Slavic Russian (and also the German) attitude to life than the avaricious Anglo-Jewish exploitative capitalist system like Enron. America and Britain, and to a lesser extent the rest of Europe, have an appointment with destiny in the not-too-distant future, You and I will see it come about in our lifetime. It can happen very quickly. The war for oil in Afghanistan, Iraq, and in the Caspian Sea Basin is being watched by Russia, China, India and Pakistan, because India and China are just coming into the Oil Age. To all intents and purposes, China is already a National Socialist state where essential industries are state enterprises, but with a large free enterprise segment, albeit state-supervised, to avoid the crass capitalist exploitation of that country's raw materials and peoples. Hitler reigns in China! According to the Toronto Star this week, the chairman of Magna International, the Austrian half-Jew Stronach, said that Communist China will in 2-3 years produce as many cars as Germany and France combined produce now. That means these cars need gasoline, tires, oil, roads and bridges to be built. All this is done with oil-consuming machines. In the next 20 years, India and China will need as much oil as is being produced now in the world - if the present trend of motorization in Asia continues. This means more oil wars coming - and the Americans and British, with their aging, polyglot, soft and flabby people, overfed and undernourished, will be out-gunned, out-fought, and out-invaded, for China and India can export the surplus population to physically occupy these oil-producing areas. They can spare millions of people as occupiers and colonists in those Caspian Sea areas. They can, furthermore, walk there. They don't have to be flown in from 15,000 miles away. And they eat [far more cheaply] and don't need air-conditioned Holiday Inns, like Westerners do. America has 170,000 troops in Iraq and is frantically begging for help from Allies - and not getting much response. In the meantime, the occupation costs them, according to the Toronto Star, a cool US$ 1 billion a day! That will add up to US$365 billion per year for one mickey-mouse country. Add to that Afghanistan. And they want to go after the fanatical mullahs in Iran? Invade Syria? Maybe, just maybe, it will take this kind of brainless arrogance to bring on the long overdue reality check! One thing is for certain: America will succumb far more quickly than the Roman Empire did. Rom took 800 years to die. Unless some internal revolt replaces the utter treason and corruption, the subservience to Israel and the God of Mammon, now rampant in the top echelons of business, banking and government - in short, unless America steps back from the brink! - disaster will be in the offing. Without the handouts and the protection from America, Israel will collapse as a state faster than Communist Germany did under Honnecker, Gysi, Schalk Golodski et al. Things are heading for a meltdown! You and I will live to see it - and out of the resulting chaos, new alignments will come, and new opportunities will present themselves - especially for Germany and Europe in conjunction with Russia, our natural markets and hinterland. What are a few months or a year in jail against such a backdrop, such a sweeping panorama? A year is but a blink of an eyelash in history. [END] From zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org Thu Oct 30 06:04:17 2003 From: zgrams at zgrams.zundelsite.org (zgrams@zgrams.zundelsite.org) Date: Thu Oct 30 08:46:21 2003 Subject: ZGram - 10/30/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 30 Message-ID: Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny: Now more than ever! October 30, 2003 Good Morning from the Zundelsite: I finally got a reply letter from Provincial Member of Parliament, a Mr. Runciman, up for election, after I wrote him that furious letter months ago about inhuman conditions in prison when Ernst's cell was raided and what little comfort he had been able to secure was brutally destroyed. As per usual, Runciman passed the buck - the letter I received came from the Ministry of Public Safety and Security, Office of the Assistant Deputy Minister, signed by one Gary Commeford, who also passed the buck - to no one's great surprise. Commeford suggested I contact Cathy Morris (!), superintendent of the Toronto West Detention Center. His letter claims his ministry "?delivers fair and humane treatment to all inmates in our care." You be the judge how well they do, after dozens of you have written as well and complained. Here is part of Ernst's letter to me, dated October 17, 2003: [START] My mail indicates that people are touched by my letters and little drawings, and we need their support and good will in the months and years ahead. So I will do my part to carry the load, regardless of how uncomfortable or tedious or mean things will get! I get up as soon as the lights are turned on to full power every morning and commune with you in spirit because I know you will be sitting curled up in your corner, having one of those lovely cups of coffee which make the house smell so inviting and German! Then I work, either drawing or writing, until we get given our disgusting breakfasts - sugar pops, the odd time bran flakes in styrofoam or plastic cups, all the other junk and jam, which smells of oil and plastic fumes and burns the tip of your tongue. In Thorold we had little dabs of margarine to go with the toast. Here it rarely is toast, and only once a week one dab of margarine. One cup of overly sweet coffee. No refills. That's it until about 11:45. Lunch on a paper or a styrofoam plate. Always cold - in 4 months one warm meal! Then for supper - more of the same. Salad? If there are a few wilted leaves, usually it is without salad dressing. Skimpy little hot dogs. No relish. Mostly no mustard. One nice thing they have is some tuna fish salad with onions and pickles mixed in. Then they have a cole slaw which is really tasty, and if I were free, I would buy a whole jar of it, it is so tart and tasty. But outside of that, the food at Thorold was far more ample and varied, even though both these prisons are supposedly operate under the same food rules. Odd. I will not yammer on in this vein. I just thought that every once in a while you might like a little insight into your husband's life for the moment. It's like war-time Europe. [END] And from a Letter to a Friend: [START] On the political front, it is important that people understand that my being in here is comparable to my being taken in a kidnapping as a hostage. I am a new breed of hostage - a website hostage! In the first days of my incarceration in America, in one week alone there were 670,000 visitors to the Zundelsite.org. These people looked at 2.3 million documents. For the past 13 weeks in custody, while I was in Maximum Security, with all my mail censored and all my phone calls listened to, armed only with a 2 1/2 pencil stub as an intellectual weapon, over 8 million visitors have come to the Zundelsite and looked at 30 million pages of documents - all about truth in history, truth about the Holocaust, and the truth about Germany's sacrifice for Europe. Even if I had been free, working day and night, I could never have earned enough money to buy the envelopes, paper and stamps, have the address labels typed or stuck on for 8 million people, and printed or photocopied 30 million pages of documents. That's in 13 weeks only! So even with hands and feet tied, and my mouth taped shut with duct tape, I dare say that I am worth my weight in gold, like the Aga Khan is for his people. I am worth it to my ethnic group, and especially to my homeland. I think it is this which so enrages and infuriates my enemies here, there, and everywhere - that even in this dismal situation, I the hated Ernst Z?ndel, am delivering a drain [on the] good will and belief the Jewish side has amassed with their Holocaust story since World War II. Even in certain "defeat", I am, in reality, the victor - it is an amazing situation, and [the presiding] judge knows it! [It is said that] there are 600 million websites in the world. The Zundelsite was in 180,000th place in global popularity [before I was arrested]. Within a few weeks after my arrest, the Zundelsite zoomed past 160,000 other websites to land at the 20,000th spot - this means past the websites of entire governments, famous universities, newspapers, magazines. Then we slowly receded, but every time there is a new wrinkle or new publicity, the trend reverses itself and the climb of visitors and popularity resumes. People out there, those who help me, need to be informed about this. People need hope - my incarceration was a stumbling block, but we intend to turn it into stepping stone, [as we have done] a thousand times before! Hope is what they need - not despair. [END] =====