- Another Zundel Letter from Prison! This one was written
for the Robert Faurisson family - and I must tell you happily that I already
feel the old Zundel combativeness asserting itself. Could be that there's
something in the air !
- Ernst Zündel JVA Mannheim Herzogenriedstr. 111 68169
- [In red pencil] Happy Easter !
Dear Yvonne, René, Robert and Jean !
I am still suffering from a shortage of stamps! I can only purchase ten
55 cents internal European stamps every two weeks. But one letter to Ingrid
or my Canadian or U.S. lawyers takes two stamps to make sure the letters
are sent Air Mail - otherwise they take 6-8 weeks by regular mail. In Canada
I sent up to 55-60 letters a week - so you can imagine my shock and frustration
with this arrangement. Friends are now sending me some stamps, and so far
the judge who has to censor my mail has let them through. Thus I have been
able to spare a few stamps for special people like you !
Would you please tell Jean, your brother, that I got his letter, and thank
him for the offer to pay me a visit ?
Here is my dilemma: [In a month], I am allowed only two 30-minutes visitors
(up to three can come into the room), no gifts, no money, nothing can be
given to me and vice-versa. An official listener, a person in uniform,
sits within 1-2 yards and listens to all, interjects with suggestions,
advice, etc. in a jovial, friendly and civilized way - but it gives you
an idea of the ambiance of the situation.
So, as much as I would love to see and get to know Jean, I think I'd better
reserve my visiting hours for potential witnesses. After my conviction,
I can use up my meager visitors' quota for private visits. But for now
I am still &laqno; on duty, » and must once more sacrifice my private
desires on the altar of the cause of Freedom and Truth in History.
As you can see, I have a real pen !
I have already used up to three ball-point pens, which last exactly between
40-45 pages, but they cost only 35 cents. I have bought 10 ball-point pens;
we are allowed to shop in a kind of self-serve store in the prison for
our personal needs every two weeks.
This is needed, because the German system is odd! There is only one warm
meal a day at noon. Then at night there are about five pieces of dark
or rye bread - boy, do I love and cherish that German bread! - and some
two slices of cheese or sausage. That has to last for the evening meal
and the next morning's breakfast. We make our own tea or coffee, in a one
litre stainless-steel tea/coffee-pot using an electric immersion heater,
which each inmate has to buy for ¤ 9.95. The coffee we have to buy
at the prison store. I have been given some tea bags by the staff. That's
an arrangement which really suits me fine, because I hated the supersweetened
slop, like colored dish water, served in Canada and the U.S.A. as beverage
- lukewarm, and often one could not tell, was it tea or coffee? Disgusting
The food here is very German - Hallelujah! Like my mother's cooking - better
quality and larger quantities than in Canada. The portions in the U.S.A.
were criminally small. Imagine that! The U.S. prisoners were always hungry
- it was a constant refrain. And the food was of no nutritional value
things like supersweet cereals, cornflakes, hot dogs, hamburgers half as
[large] as at McDonald's.
So definitely this is an improvement! A vast improvement !
But the drawbacks are only two visits a month, with permission from the
judge needed, and details to be given in advance as to name, address, etc.
- and the most disgusting thing is only one phone call of five minutes
a month allowed. Poor Ingrid must be frantic! I do not know how she will
cope with that for the next five years or more!
While I am in investigative custody - which could be for many months -
I am allowed no phone calls whatsoever, not even to the lawyer, which on
the face of it would seem to be illegal by international norms?
I am investigating that.
The staff here are cordial and efficient - genuinely nice, humane Germans
- one more reason not to believe in those horror stories of nasty behavior
by these people's fathers and grandfathers. They simply could not be that
evil - it is not in their nature. I was right in my instincts, even as
a young man - the Germans are innocent!
My cell was occupied before - so other inmates told me - by the father
of tennis star Stefie Graf who allegedly cheated on his income taxes. It's
a nice cell! I have my own internal light-switch. I can completely turn
the light off. I have my own large window to get fresh air, open 24 hours
a day. I have my own white, modern, porcelain toilet and a very large
and modern wash-basin. There is an intercom where I can call central control
in case of an emergency. And I have a built-in, two-station radio - the
programs of which are so disgusting (white, i.e. German rap music) that
I turned it on for less than five minutes and never again.
I could rent or buy a color T.V. There are provisions for it in my cell.
Udo Walendy offered to cover the cost - I could hardly believe his generosity.
I gratefully declined, because I have gotten used to my &laqno; Martin
Luther at the Wartburg »-like existence in blissful solitude. I
can hear crows in the morning, sea-gulls (the Neckar river is appr. 200
meters away) and then hear the purring and cooing of doves outside. Nice,
I attended a Protestant church service last Sunday and a Catholic one this
morning. Nice organ music - and priest and minister both have nice singing
voices. I also saw Mel Gibson's film, The Passion of Christ, thanks to
our highly alert Protestant minister who wrote a scathing letter in the
prisoners' in-house Newsletter, criticising the German banks for their
greed and profit-making while firing another 4,000 workers, lamenting their
a-social, anti-social behaviour. He sounded about as close to N.S. as
one can come to in today's Germany - so naturally I had to meet and get
to know him better!
He is disturbed by some aspects of the Bible, like the story of Abraham
about to sacrifice Isaac to obey God's will, and he used Ingrid's and my
own arguments out loud in church, during his own sermon - about what kind
of God (supposedly loving God) would &laqno; stress out » a father
with the request to murder his own son!
Wow! Donnerwetter! as my mother would have said.
Now there is a man still able to think for himself after 8 years of seminary
brain-washing! That's amazing! He does not know it yet - but he already
is a revisionist, for the moment only of Bible texts. He also had a very
interesting slant on Mel Gibson's film. And he was visibly taken aback
by the Romanian and Polish prisoners' virulent condamnation of &laqno;
the Jews » after they saw that horrific, monstrous anti-Roman film
I did not like that film at all. I think it is a disgusting and very poor
film. I am shocked that Mel Gibson would produce such a sick, sadistic,
sado-masochistic [feature]. The torture scenes were far, far too graphic,
interminably and unnecessarily long. The idiotic nonsense of letting the
high priests and Jesus talk in Hebrew or old Aramaic and Pontius Pilate
in Latin offended me to NO end. It made the film cumbersome, pedestrian.
It was unnecessary, and added no authenticity to an already highly unlikely,
unbelievable, typically Middle-Eastern fairy tale. I will not see that
movie again and will remain highly critical of it. It's a disgusting piece
But - I am very, very grateful to that Protestant minister to allow me
to see it in these unlikely surroundings, for it allowed me an insight
into him that I would not otherwise have had.
What an amazing life I lead - sometimes I can only shake my head about
the surreality of it all.
I must also report to you that medical care and dental care was better
and swifter than in Toronto - where they would not allow me my tooth-brush
or tooth-paste in my cell, which caused me gum problems due to their lousy
bread and vitamin- deficient food. I had asked for a medical mouthwash
in Canada for over 1 1/2 years. They never allowed it to me. Twice they
gave me a saltwater rinse in a small paper cup. I was not yet in Germany
for 14 hours, and only 30 minutes in this prison, and the doctor immediately
prescribed herbal, oil based, highly concentrated mentholated drops, which
gave me enormous relief after a few days. I was also given a full length
regular tooth brush and toothpaste, a comb, shampoo, soap, two towels,
a face-cloth in my cell - all things I had not had in Canada. I was also
given shaving soap and several razors to use and to keep in my cell.
My cell door has no window [where] I can be snooped at and observed 24
hours a day around the clock. I am also allowed 1 hour each morning in
the large prison yard - together with other prisoners - not alone in a
15 x 20 square-meter enclosure for 10 minutes, observed by 3 uniformed
guards like in Canada. In the U.S.A. I saw no daylight and no fresh air
while I was there from the 5th Feb. to the 19th Feb. 2003.
Also : Within less than two weeks I was given my very own pencil sharpener,
denied me in Canada for two years and one month! And I just got a water-colour
paint box with 24 colors, along with 15 different brushes, of course of
the very cheapest quality for school children. It is the principle involved
! I asked for two years for colors. Ingrid sent me colors and brushes.
I was never allowed this luxury.
So when the times come for my reparations from Canada - as they will, when
the current rotten, corrupt system will have collapsed - my grievances
will be pursued by me against my tormentors on both sides of the Atlantic
with typically un-Schwabian vengeance and passion. I am to be compensated
in exactly the same generous style, and quantity, as the Jews were compensated
by Germany - not one cent and not one apology less! That much prison has
accomplished in me - it has given me the steely resolve I lacked before!
As Savitri Devi said of A.H. - he was too much Sun and not enough Lightning.
Well, I suffered from the same typically German shortcoming. My enemies
have cured me of that, and I am still being hammered on the anvil of history
into that rare, fine steel necessary for victory.
Nietzsche correctly said &laqno; Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich stärker
». [Whatever doesn't kill me, makes me stronger] Prison certainly
has had this effect on me.
Before I close, let me ask all of you for your input, especially Robert's
and some of the scholarly and famous people Robert and you, Yvonne, know.
I need to know what you think I should do, how I should react or conduct
myself - given the German context of our time, and the Draconian legal
constraints operating in Germany. Your ideas, your input, your contributions
are herewith sought - I mean this seriously. We are facing a very different
situation than in the past. We are facing a far more desperate, and a very
insecure enemy - for they can see that their W.W. II and post-W.W. II alliances
and financial order are creaking in all joints. New realities are arising.
New political alignments are taking shape. This is not the time for one
more recounting, in yet another court room, what I have proclaimed for
over a quarter of a century to an indifferent, brain-washed world.
So let me know what you would do if you were faced by my situation, given
the legal situation and the &laqno; Zeitgeist » prevailing in Germany
in the year 2005 ! Now is the time to stick together, to share news, not
to panic, not to overreact.
I had two years to reflect on my life's path and on my life's work - I
made only one major mistake and that was [a previous brief marriage]!
However, I learned painful lessons from that, which I will not forget for
the rest of my life. The rest ? Given the chance, I would travel the
same road again, only more wisely in the choice of associates, less liberal,
less naive. This time I would be tougher, less forgiving to friend and
foe - and expect even higher standards of them and of myself.
One word of caution :
Do not contemplate [coming] anywhere near Germany, for the fever is still
raging. It must first run its course. It makes no sense for Robert to
even contemplate to come and testify! The German authorities do not lack
knowledge of the truth in history - they only lack the courage and the
intestinal fortitude. In other words, collectively they lack the courage,
the will and, above all, the character to step forward and say &laqno;
Bis hierher und nicht weiter ». [To here and no farther !]
Thus your contribution of one more testimony to the truth will not cure
them of their lack of courage, will and character - in fact, it will convince
them only of the power of their enemies, who have been able to defend a
historical chimera for over 60 years so ruthlessly !
Please tell all our friends, Ingrid please, too, and Jacqueline B., that
all is well, and that I will write to each in turn as postage permits.
That's a promise!
I am thinking about you ! And I want to thank all of you for the many,
many kindnesses and material, intellectual, and physical help to me in
my arduous life's path - especially the last 20-25 years.
All the very best, my friends !
Steadfast in loyalty.