- ***Ernst Zundel reporting from one of America's prisons***
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- ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny February 12, 2003 Good
Morning from the Zundelsite:
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- This morning the local paper carried a lead article that
stated that Ernst would not get a hearing before being deported to Germany
just as soon as Germany was ready to receive him. You can go and see for
yourself at www.themountainpress.com
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- All week long, I had called every lead that was given
to me - trying to pry two questions out of various agencies and authorities:
Who signed the arrest warrant - and what would happen next? Of all the
many authorities I have contacted, it was our local Chief Sheriff, the
official who had accompanied the INS officers last Wednesday, who finally
returned my call. One call in an entire week - after the many phone calls
I made trying to establish chain of command so we could apply public pressure!
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- He absolutely would not tell me anything - but I did
get him to admit that he had been in his position for six years in a supervisory
capacity and had never experienced the kind of arrest that Ernst endured
last Wednesday!
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- The hotels in this area, one can safely assume, are crawling
with undocumented aliens. There are, I have been told, some 100,000 hotel
rooms, plus many restaurants, most of them serviced by what looks like
either Mexicans or dark-skinned Eastern Europeans. (In this area, one
seldom sees a Black. ) Is the INS chasing them??
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- I am doing all I can from my side to see if there is
an "out" from this nightmarish situation. I have not talked
to Ernst today. He tried twice, and twice somebody tied up my phone.
Please don't call me - you are just making it more difficult for me! One
of our attorneys is, meanwhile, trying to contact Ernst. I am awaiting
an update in an hour.
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- I received the very first written communication from
Ernst. It was written in such small letters that I can barely read it.
I am now typing it up for my readers just as fast as I can. I want the
content of this letter out on the Internet for the record. Brace yourself
- it is a shocking document!
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- (Begin...)
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- 2-5-02
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- Some kind prisoner is lending me a pen - a very rare
commodity in here. I will only be able to order one on Monday, to be delivered
on Thursday, a week from now.
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- The deportation order I was shown had no date on it.
It was added in the office afterwards by the INS guy who arrested me.
It said that we were informed May 18, 2001 to appear for a hearing in
June. Since we did not appear, my/our application was considered abandoned
- that there was no appeal against the order of deportation. This means
I'll be barred from the USA for at least ten years automatically and will
only be allowed to re-apply pleading special circumstances. With my enemies,
you can be sure that it is no more coming back! Deckert was not allowed
in. Same with others.
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- [MY COMMENT: Gunther Deckert, a German populist who was
running for some office in Germany, was sentenced to five years, I believe,
for translating a Fred Leuchter speech into German.]
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- You must not come to Germany or Europe, Ingrid. [Your
son] needs you here. You must be strong now. Please be careful.
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- 2-6-3
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- Terribly noisy prisoners all evening long. Finally fell
asleep - was awakened by a loud banging on the cell door. A white officer
kept pounding on the door, motioning me to come down from my bunk. Did
not address me by name, just bellowed "the armband!" and motioned
me to raise my arm so he could read it. He wrote down my name on a clipboard,
turned on his heels and left. I was sound asleep when [he] came to check
the wristband.
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- Robert, my fellow inmate, shot up, hollered into the
intercom "This is not a prison anymore! You are free to leave!"
A few minutes later a smiley young guard came by and inquired who had
spoken. Robert said he had, repeated his "You can all leave now!
This is not a prison any more!" The guard smiled, joked with him and
left.
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- Before this incident, Robert had called on the intercom
and demanded that they open up. He wanted to take a shower. The time
was 10:30 p.m. They [the guards] denied it.
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- 2-7-03
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- Robert, fellow inmate, bought lots of stuff from the
commissary - all sweet twinkies. Promptly had massive hallucinations and
shortage of breath - wheezing, shaking violently, twitching.
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- Very restless night. Awoke at 6 a.m., cold, shivering.
Fellow inmate gets up suddenly, makes intercom call to front office, demands
in a loud voice to be let out, that he is a government official. The guard
on duty tells him to be quiet.
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- For breakfast this day we had chocolate milk, well past
the expir. date which was Dec. 20., two pieces of toast, some porridge,
and one little bag of jam. I'll try to get a shower today. Phones are
unreliable - lots of inmates per phone, at the whim of the guards mostly.
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- 1;15 p.m. Called Ingrid, finally got through. Good
news. Lots of people are rallying. Now everyone will know and get busy
with pressure campaigns.
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- Had medical today. TB tests, blood pressure 170 over
100, supposedly high. Little wonder! [ Attorney ] has not contacted Ingrid.
Must work out a strategy.
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- I called the officer on duty, front desk, asking that
Ingrid be put on a visitor request form. I was told when I came in and,
in fact, was given a slip in writing, that my visitors' time was Monday,
6 p.m. Now I am told [it will be] Friday, 3: 15 p.m., - no, that it has
been changed to Saturday 1:00 p.m. arbitrarily.
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- No one advised me. I was only let out for an hour at
1:00 p.m., so no time for Ingrid to make it here. I told this to the officer.
He could not care less. I asked if I could be let out for a brief phone
call to my wife. "You can call her tomorrow!" Then click!
They are the coldest, most impolite, curt people - amazing to me! I sure
had different ideas of American public officials.
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- This, too, will end.
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- I found out today that I am in a high security, in fact
maximum security tract, on 23 hours lockdown. One hour for phone calls,
showers, walk-around, with only my cell mate, who constantly talks out
loud, hollers night and day, seems [to be] on manic depression medication.
Weird fate!
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- I knew the dreams could not last.
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- I requested since yesterday, 3 p.m., that Ingrid be notified
of the change [of visitors' hours] or I be allowed to call. "No!"
was the answer, coldly. "She can see you in a week." Guards
one-third my age are playing God.
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- I write these lines, using up my fellow inmate's ball
point pen and, even more precious, some sheets of his papers worth their
weight in gold.
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- Still have my cough.
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- 2-7-03
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- Four big guards came in the afternoon. Ordered me out
of my cell with my stuff, took me to the corridor, threw my mental cellmate
on the floor, kicked him, pummeled him 'til he was dragged along the halls,
bleeding and screaming. Eventually, I was put into the general population,
which meant three times out of the cell.
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- Attended a black preacher's Bible circle - [audience]
one-half black and one-half white.
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- New cell mate is a [ name deleted ] old, broken, but
a kind man, 65 years old.
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- Ingrid came to visit - looked nice, young, lovely, bright,
alert. We had a good, long strategy talk. Good news from outside.
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- 2-8-03
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- Sunday started normal. Then all were ordered into cells,
locked in. NWO cops with visers, helmets, bullet-proof vests, doberman
dogs or German shepherds came in shouting commands hysterically, threw
us on the floor, face down, putting twisting arms behind our backs, handcuffs
to cut the flesh etc. Finally we were dragged half up, dumped on the floor
outside two feet away from [ unreadable ] covered with helmets, [unreadable]
black-uniformed troopers while they emptied our plastic bins on the floor,
threw eye glasses around, emptied pockets etc. This went on for at least
two hours in the whole prison. The toilets were shut off for these two
hours. The dogs barking, prisoner cries, guard shouts caused mayhem everywhere.
Amazing place - what would Washington, Jefferson have thought of this?
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- My fellow inmate had a Robert Schuller book, "Power
Thinking: If you can dream it, you can do it". Nothing else to read
far and wide. I am painting in my head, storing it in my Rolodex file.
Trying also to do the same for the newsletter, but really want to wait
till I have heard from the lawyer exactly what he has undertaken, if anything
at all. I find it shocking that he did not find it necessary to call Ingrid
or respond to her for three days.
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- Now 3:30 p.m. Pencil is getting dull.
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- 2-9-03
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- Ingrid, you can offer the Mountain Press an interview
with me. Same the TV stations. I would be willing to do a TV interview
with them in here. The prisoners say it was done before. It would keep
the pressure up. Same with AP or the Canadian papers or stations who called
you. Let them call the jail, come here - good effect. I love you.
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- (END)
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- This was Sunday. Now it is Wednesday. I just now received
this letter and am hurrying to get it out and publicized far and wide!
You guys out there - put it where people can see it and read it!
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- For a brief while, it looked as if something could be
done after all - after I called every official I could think of. All,
without exception, were either totally unhelpful and uncommunicative or
out-and-out hostile. Finally, I got what I thought was a person who could
me give at least some information on who signed the arrest warrant so I
could establish a chain of command and get some telephone pressure going.
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- I must have made a mistake because I said to him, after
I got some 15 minutes' worth of the rudest, most hostile run-around, that
I would put this story of my husband's arrest and the stonewalling officials
"on the wire." That seems to have been a mistake - late at night
I found a message on my answering machine from our attorney that he had
been told I would be facing "criminal charges" because I had
named the arresting officers by name - and now people were making harassment
calls to their private homes.
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- Please, folks! Don't do that! Did I not urge you several
times to be polite and classy when contacting officials on Ernst's behalf?
If things like that occur, you are only making my situation much worse!
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- Also, please don't call and tie up my telephone. I need
to keep the line free to communicate with important contacts, or wait for
calls I expect to come in, including my daily call from Ernst, which can
come anytime. I already missed his call twice today because the line was
tied up.
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- My neighbors have been wonderful. Not one of them, to
my knowledge, has distanced himself. They offer to help, but I need my
concentration.
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- I will be in touch just as often as I can. Please get
this story out to as many people as you can. This story needs to spread
on the internet like no other story before!
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- Send it to your local media. Send it to everyone you
can think of. These outrages should not happen in America, not even to
Ernst Zündel, whom many love to hate.
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- Ingrid
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- The Zundelsite: www.zundelsite.org
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