- Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
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- ...I spent all afternoon typing to bring you this tale
in three parts, partly to catch up with myself. It is a story out of Ernst's
youth that will bring a smile to your face. To us it is a whimsical tale
- maybe not all that funny to our foes, who spook easily?
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- Have you ever heard of Hacienda Dignidad? My Spanish
is a bit rusty, but I believe the name translates into "Ranch of Honor"
or "Plantation of Pride." Hacienda Dignidad is a mysterious
place, deep in the Chilean mountains. Allegedly, it is a trading post
for Nazi UFOs.
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- The only time I heard of Hacienda Dignidad before I met
Ernst Zundel was about ten, fifteen years ago when I read about a raid
some Jews had engaged in to wipe out the place, but someone or something
repulsed them. I don't recall the details - I didn't pay that much attention
at the time.
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- Here is the story, as I asked Ernst to put it on paper
for me so I could submit it to the Rense web page for reflection. I asked
Jeff once if he knew anything about Hacienda Dignidad, and he said he did
not, but would be interested.
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- Well, here it is. Enjoy!
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- (Small apology: I am not sure I have all the names,
terms, and spellings right - Ernst's prison pencil stub wore out!)
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- Note - The following was very recently hand-written by
political prisoner Ernst Zundel while being held in solitary confinement
in Canada. I very much appreciate his efforts in making this little-known
story available to all who may be interested. My thanks also to Ingrid
for typing it for this online presentation. - JR
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- The Hacienda Dignidad Saga - Part 1
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- By Ernst Zundel
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- Remember, I am writing this totally from my faulty memory
without any access to any notes I may still have in my files, at least
in fragments. This is the rough story - by no means complete. I don't
know what Jeff needs it for - if it is just curiosity or if he and his
friends are engaged in a more serious project because, of course, the Hacienda
Dignidad myth is only a small piece of a puzzle that is much larger, much
more mysterious, encompassing people all over the globe for at least 60,
maybe even 70 or 75 years.
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- When I was young, I stumbled upon it because of my interest
in space exploration and space journeys to the near planets - to the Moon,
to Mars, Venus and, beyond, to Orion and Sirius. It did not take long
for me to make all kinds of interesting contacts in Canada, America, Germany,
Austria, Spain and, especially, South America and, strange as it may seem,
Japan of all places.
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- My first encounter with Japanese interests in space came
in 1967 when I met the CEO of what was then a sizeable conglomerate of
Japanese corporations worth well over US$250 million, all involved in the
most diverse business fields. That man, let's call him the Chairman, was
a Japanese Naval Attaché in Germany during World War II. He was
ultimately taken to Japan by German submarine in late 1943 with a secret
cargo apparently involving jet planes. The Germans were far ahead of the
Japanese, even the British and the US in that field, having had operational
jets, several different kinds, by different manufacturers and designers
since 1938. If you go and look at my UFO book, you will find the story
of just such a submarine which carried nothing but mercury, which the Japanese
apparently needed in war production.
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- Incidentally, I corresponded with some of the crew of
Captain Schäfer's sub which landed in Argentina long after Germany's
surrender in Europe - there is also the story of a German sub using an
uninhabited island in the Falklands/Antarctic/South Atlantic region. That
island could still not be visited in the 1970s because it seems the Germans
used a mine barrier at the lagoon entrance to prevent the Allied ships
from landing there.
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- Anyway, the Chairman was thrilled to meet me, and I was
wined and dined, had a Japanese driver/translator assigned to me, who was
dressed formally, including gray gloves at all times. He did a lot of
bowing. Wherever he guided me, I was showered with gifts from shops located
on the most famous shopping streets in Tokyo. He took me to large art
supply stores near the university of Tokyo and to the National gallery
of Japan, where I was introduced as though I were a V.I.P., receiving fine
collections in gift boxes of rice paper, seals and sealing wax - a very
big deal in Japan! Evidently the Chairman thought that I was someone special
because, as he said in his accented German, " Herr Zundel, Sie sind
der erste Deutsche, der denkt wie meine Kameraden in Deutschland im Kriege."
[You are the first German who thinks as my comrades did in the war.] Clearly
the poor guy had only encountered brainwashed post-war German quislings!
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- The Chairman was the one who told me over a slow meal
of many courses that Japan was at war with America. He pointed to an attaché
case and said, "This time we will defeat them with this (meaning commerce)
and not with tanks, ships, or planes." He said in parting that Japan
would never forgive the Americans for dropping the atomic bomb and for
making Japan lose face before other Asians, especially the Koreans and
Chinese. That was a big deal with him, as were the humiliations and executions
by hanging of Japanese leaders via the Tokyo war crimes trials and tribunals.
He was far less forgiving than the Germans!
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- I don't know if this Chairman's hand was involved in
what followed, but in the middle 70s I was contacted by a man who claimed
to be a Japanese reporter/writer. He was very interested in my UFO books,
ordered several of them, kept calling me for details and basically pestering
me because, by then, I was phasing out this rather frivolous line of books.
My UFO booklets were in those days only used by me to generate interest
for more serious interviews on the post World War II lies of the "death
camps" like Auschwitz, a concentration camp that was, in fact, a war
production center. I was beginning to concentrate on far more serious
topics involving Holocaust revisionism. I had met Thies Christophersen,
had read the first essays by Dr. Faurisson. I had obtained, printed, and
distributed Richard Harwood's booklet, Did Six Million Really Die?, which
had been first published, I believe, in 1974. I kept ordering boxes of
this title from England, increasingly getting harassed by Canadian Customs
because of the amount of copies I imported. I had bought my old Carlton
Street house in the summer of 1975, and since the gallery, front entrance
and basement had already been dug out, and paintings were hanging on all
walls, meetings by people like Dr. Austin App and others were held at the
gallery. I would imagine that it must have been in '78 or '79 when this
reporter finally made arrangements to come over from Japan to interview
me at length.
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- Money seemed no object with this Japanese reporter, who
arrived with a photographer/sound man with state of the art tape recorders
in tow. They parked their stretch limousine, chauffeur and all, in a no
parking, no stopping zone outside my house. The bored white driver would
sit there for hours, pulling away once in a while because Toronto police
told him to move on. Meanwhile, we talked and looked through my UFO/Nazi
Secret Weapon/Antarctica file, only interrupted by lunch, tape changes,
coffee breaks. Later on, we went out to the CN Tower where I was treated
to one of the most expensive dinners in my life.
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- The two came back the next day, and this time they seemed
quite interested in talking to one of my male secretaries, Sepp. We used
to horse around a lot, talking of olden times, and I used to call him my
"Adjutant", for Sepp had an illustrious past. He had served as
an aide de camp and interpreter for Field Marshall Kesselring in Italy
during the latter part of the war. We were young and brazen then. We thought
we would supply some visual aids for our Japanese guests, so for the occasion
we dressed Sepp up in a spiffy Nazi uniform of an officer of the communications
section - visor's officer's cap, the works! The photographer just loved
that man and his uniform! I could see why - it would lend authenticity
to the story being told for a magazine or television special.
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- Then my Japanese guests left, loaded with UFO- as well
as anti-Holocaust literature, which was of course discussed at great length,
once the UFO stuff was out of the way, which did not interest me all that
much any more. They said they would be in touch, and mentioned that if
they could raise the funds, they might be tempted to go and visit some
of the places in Europe and Latin America. Especially submarine bases and
underground installations left over from World War II really interested
them. They were like children with a new toy.
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- In the months that followed, I helped them gain entry
to some circles and installations, such as the former German submarine
base and bunkers in Bergen, Norway, which operated undamaged until after
surrender in May 11th, 1945 - not May 8th! The Norwegians used those facilities,
along with the most modern German subs, into the 1970s. My guests also
visited the Hydrographic Institute in Hamburg and looked into the thousands
of air photos taken over Antarctica and its German bases, established by
the Ritscher Expedition under the protection of Hermann Goering, with Rudolf
Hess as the liaison for the project. They went to Camp Dora in the Harz
Mountains and to the bunker complexes in the Alpine Redoubt, which figured
large in the Allied propaganda in '44 and '45. They sent me many postcards
from those places. Unfortunately, the 1985 arson claimed all of those
files.
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- In the wake of those visits, UFO orders for books, spotter
charts and investigator passes began to pour in from Japan. We even sold
frisbees resembling UFOs. The first articles appeared, and true to his
word, the writer/reporter had included the 206 Carlton Street address,
and we did a brisk business for a while with Japan in that period. In
fact, a lot of my subsequent Holocaust trials were partially paid for by
UFO trinkets and donations by fervent supporters who believed in those
Nazi UFO stories. In fact, some believe them deeply to this day.
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- Then one day, I received a call from our Japanese writer.
He was in the US, in Los Angeles. Could he drop by? He wanted to make
me a proposal about a research trip.
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- Sure, said I. Come on up.
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- He arrived within a week and suggested that I accompany
him to Latin America, together with another Japanese tape recorder man
and photographer, using my trusty German aide - minus Nazi uniform, I insisted!
- on the trail of the Nazi UFOs. The expedition was to last from 4 to
7 weeks.
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- I was still a hands-on graphic artist at that time.
I ran a lucrative graphic arts studio, along with my publishing house,
and I had important contracts with some of Canada's largest corporations.
There was no way I could stay away that long without losing my business.
So we made a compromise. I would not go, but I would lend him my German
Attaché.
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- The Hacienda Dignidad Saga - Part 2
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- By Ernst Zundel
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- Of course, Sepp liked the idea of researching Hacienda
Dignidad, somehow connected to Nazi UFOs, because he could get a free
first class trip out of this deal and see his friends in Chile and Argentina,
where he also had family. He was happy to go along. I was excited for
him, even paid him his salary, bonuses, insurance, the works - for which
the Japanese researchers reimbursed me generously. For me, it was a good
deal, because my trusted Adjutant would be in fact my eyes and ears and
report back to me. The Japanese had no problems with that. Everybody was
satisfied.
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- Sepp took off for Los Angeles where he would meet the
rest of the team. The first stop was a special effects studio in Hollywood,
which mightily impressed my World War II staff officer turned volunteer.
That educational experience behind them, the team flew off into the wild
blue yonder and landed in Santiago, Chile to meet up with my co-author
of my first German UFO book, titled "Unbekanntes Flugobject? Letzte
Geheimwaffe des Dritten Reiches." The man's last name was Mattern.
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- Mr. Mattern was a German who had emigrated to Chile in
the 1920s as a professional photographer. In time, he became the official
photographer for all the presidents and most of the military big wigs in
Chile in the early 1930s and thereafter. He was in and out of the Presidential
Palace, the military academies, the Parliament - he simply knew everybody!
Chile's military was thoroughly Prussian, having adopted Prussian drills,
ethos, code of honor, WWII German uniforms, helmets - even the goose steps!
- which, by the way, they have kept to this day. Just recently, a young
Revisionist sent Ingrid a video of such a parade. The Chilean army under
Pinochet was like an extension of the World War II German Army in looks,
behavior and feel as well as in outward appearance. Exclusively German
marching bands and German marches were, and are, still played to this day
by that time warp Chilean army!
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- Mr. Mattern was to be in charge of the Chilean part of
the trip, especially since he had once personally visited the area upon
which the Japanese seemed to be totally fixated - the fabled shangri-la
called Hacienda Dignidad in a remote interior mountain range. As the story
went, during his one and only visit to Hacienda Dignidad, Mr. Mattern was
picked up at the train station or air field - I can't recall which - by
someone and driven to the Hacienda, and when his visit was over, he was
driven back to his point of arrival in the South Central part of Chile.
I believe the town was called Parral.
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- [Ingrid's comment here: I am not sure what role "Mr.
Richter", below, plays in this story. Something seems to be missing,
but I am retyping it as the story came to me.]
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- Mattern was, by then, already a man well into his 80s,
but his correspondence was absolutely lucid. He assured the Japanese team
plus Sepp that they would be met at the airport by a representative of
Mr. Richter who would then take them to the Hacienda for a reception and
interview with Mr. Richter personally. Security and secrecy were given
as the reasons for this somewhat out of the ordinary arrangement.
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- The meeting with Mr. Mattern was cordial at his upper
middle class home. The meals were served in the finest china, rare wines,
candle light, very civilized. The team was on its way, being briefed by
Mr. Mattern what he had observed during his visit many years ago, such
as the brand new Mercedes Benz ambulances which were used by German emergency
services, Mercedes Diesel mini-buses, sheet metal workshops with the latest
German metal bending machines, punch presses, all of them equipped with
the most modern tools and machines. Mattern spoke of extensive vehicle
repair facilities, motor reconditioning shops, modern communal kitchens
and learning/meeting facilities, a state of the art hospital with a surgery
and an outpatient clinic for Indians in the area and a maternity ward where
local people, mostly Indios or Mestizos, were treated by the medical staff
of the Hacienda Dignidad, completely free of charge.
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- The nurses, said Mattern, wore typical German nurses'
uniforms with Red Cross and Christian insignia on their gowns and habits.
There was also a dairy farm, he recalled, as well sheep, flocks of chickens,
geese etc. In fact, it seemed that the Hacienda was based on what in National
Socialist Germany's time would have been called a "Musterbetrieb"
- an ideal, self-contained community, run like a perfectly integrated prototype
enterprise. Mattern also saw a neat little Christian chapel. He said he
was taken for long rides on magnificent horses along well-kept trails,
accompanied by Richter, who would stop and talk to Indio laborers, male
and female, in Spanish.
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- Although their outings would often last several hours,
said Mattern, they never seemed to come to a fence or the edge of the property.
It was rolling hills and dales, fields of potatoes, wheat, rye, and corn.
Every once in a while he would hear the sounds in the distance - the whine
of jet engines or turbines being accelerated, and then the sounds would
die down again, and silence would prevail. Only a few times, he told his
guests, did he think that he saw strange aerial activity going on by even
stranger craft. He was never told what was it was, and it was clear to
him that the host was unwilling or perhaps under orders not to expand on
those strange noises and those odd goings-on.
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- During his stay, there were communal suppers and lectures
on different topics by different people, said Mattern. There were German
and Austrian folk dance performances and even some by Indian dancers accompanied
by rather primitive local instruments. He was not allowed to take any
pictures or make any drawings and notes. Camera, note pad, pens were politely
taken from him and returned at the end of the visit. Some of these Mattern
recollections, by no means all, found their way into the initial German
books and my subsequent far more mickeymouse English language books on
UFOs, titled UFOs: Nazi Secret Weapons.
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- This, then, was a little preview of what the Japanese
investigative reporter, the sound man photographer, and my own secretary/translator
hoped to find at the mysterious Hacienda. Remember, this was long before
faxes, satellite phones, much less cell phones, the Internet and e-mail
came onto the scene. Letters from and to Chile would normally take 9-12
days one-way, which is still good and fast by today's standards.
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- The team left Santiago, the capital, full of anticipation
and arrived in Parral, hoping to be met by Mr. Richter or by one of his
staff members, as Mr. Mattern said he was assured via his usually well-connected
channels.
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- The team arrived. Parral is a regional, administrative
center with military and federal police bases as well as airports and rail
center.
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- No Mr. Richter. No one else either! Now what?
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- Mr. Mattern, back in Santiago, could not get any explanations
from his highly placed sources either, which shocked him visibly. All his
inquiries hit dead ends.
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- My man on the scene spoke five languages. As a German
military officer on Field Marshall Kesselring's staff, Sepp had served
as a liaison to Benito Mussolini's government, and as such he had participated
in all the high level meetings, including the ones concerning Mussolini's
liberation by German commando leader Otto Skorzeny at the Gran Sasso.
But that's a different story for a different time.
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- Anyway, Sepp was a resourceful man because of his background
and training. He decided to do the logical thing - he went to see the
postmaster of the town and asked for the address of the Hacienda Dignidad.
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- There he was met with evasive answers. Security considerations.
Obscure laws. Shrugs. Blank stares. I should also mention that Chile
was then under martial law since Allende had been overthrown. Martial law
can bring out very strange behavior.
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- When he could not shake loose the address, Sepp went
to see the mayor, Japanese crew in tow. At city hall, he was at first
cordially received by the staff and was shown into the mayor's spacious
office. There, behind the mayor's desk were several large maps of the area
- one of the town, another of the whole region with oddly colored patches
towards areas heading to the foothills of the mountains. While they chatted
with the mayor, asking for Mr. Richter and the way to the Hacienda Dignidad,
it became quickly clear that security did not permit the city official
from giving them the information they sought either.
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- By now it was past lunch. After a meal, the team decided
to rent a car - a Volkswagen Beetle, what else? - and do their exploration
without Mr. Richter.
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- Sepp had memorized the map at the mayor's office. At
the car rental place they obtained a similar scale map of the region, matched
with what he had seen shaded in. A decision was made to head out into
the general direction of those colored/shaded areas. Sepp was certain
it had to be the Hacienda's location, going by the description of the landscape
Mattern had given them in his briefings. Sepp was confident that he could
find the Hacienda by asking local people in the foothills.
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- By now it had begun to rain, and as they were climbing
steadily, it was getting colder and darker. Quickly, they left civilization
behind. Telegraph poles and electric wires ended. Farmers' fields gave
way to bushland, poor soil, and the odd Indio shack made of corrugated
metal roofs, old leftover wooden pallets, crates etc. with run-down or
broken down cars strewn in the fields. The road got progressively worse,
and the asphalted surface had long given way to potholes and gravel, which
made for a bouncy ride as they wound their way ever higher into the foothills.
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- It was a miserable afternoon drive. The Japanese wanted
to turn back. Sepp wanted to press on, and since he was the driver and
navigator, German stubbornness won out. With his cold and grumbling passengers
getting more weary by the minute, things were heading for a crisis, when
suddenly the rain stopped just as they came to an area of clearly man-planted,
25-year-old conifer trees on either side of the road. They could see a
light flicker in some hut on a hillside in the distance.
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- The Hacienda Dignidad Saga - Part 3
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- By Ernst Zundel
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- They hit upon a paved road, and soon they found themselves
on a driveway with a cut lawn on each side. They could see a white stucco
gate, Latin American style, with a high wrought iron fence on either side,
and then a long, heavy wire security fence, metal links with barbed wire
continuing on into a distant, man-planted forest. They were, in fact,
in a turn-around, circular driveway area, and there was even an electric
bell.
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- By the street lamp they could see some metallic reflections
in some high birch trees inside the fence behind the large gate, which
had a smaller gate for pedestrians on the side of it. This road carried
on behind the gate into a well-kept landscaped area, dotted by majestic
25-35 year old coniferous, German-type blue spruce, or Norwegian pine trees
familiar to people in Central Europe, the Black Forest and the Alpine regions.
There was a winding path up to the blinking light shack a few hundred
meters up a steep bank.
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- It began to drizzle again. The Japanese were lightly
clad, shivering and uncomfortable, sitting huddled in the car. Sepp had
a waterproof ski jacket and offered to investigate the light, while the
others waited. He decided to take a shortcut and climb straight up the
hill. It was slippery and rough going - when, suddenly, a car horn sounded,
and as he turned around and looked down, he saw several men in non-descript
rain coats surrounding the Volkswagen Beetle.
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- Hastily, he slid down the hillside to get there faster,
getting himself wet and muddy by the rain-covered high vegetation. The
men had started questioning the Japanese who did not speak Spanish and
were clearly at a loss as to what to do next. One of the strange men,
to Sepp's surprise, wore a forage cap used by German mountain troops in
World War II, the famous Gebirgsjäger of Oberst Dietl in Narvik, Murmansh
and later the Caucasus when they climbed the highest mountain, Mount Elberus,
and planted the Swastika flag on the peak, creating a worldwide sensation
at the time. The German spread-eagle insignia and the Edelweiß had
been neatly removed from the cap, but one could still see the outline in
the sun-bleached material. This man was muscular, bronzed, blue-eyed and
blond. More yet, he spoke heavily accented Spanish with a clear Bavarian
twang, familiar to my south Tyrolian born Sepple! Sepp knew he was in
the right place. He knew that was no local Indio or Chilean.
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- Sepp addressed him in German; however, the man refused
steadfastly to answer in German. In Spanish, he asked the team what they
wanted, denied knowing a Dr. Richter, and requested that they hand him
their passports, airline tickets, cameras and tape recorders. He then
motioned them inside the gate which opened electrically, although no wires
or high poles were visible anywhere. He motioned them to drive down the
driveway, while the rest of the "reception committee" followed
them in their own, four-wheel drive military type vehicle.
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- After 300-400 meters, they came to a series of typically
German type buildings - sturdy masonry with baked-tile roofs, stone and
stucco Alpine style architecture. They were told to park their car. Politely,
they were assisted with their luggage. They entered a large office/reception
type room, tastefully decorated, again Alpine type, and were asked to make
themselves comfortable. It was a building with all modern amenities, electric
lights, flush toilets, wash basins, typewriters, office desks, office lamps,
clothes racks etc. It had the feel of a military officers' quarters.
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- By now, it was pitch dark outside.
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- They were given sandwiches, hot herbal tea, some dessert,
and then the interrogations began - at first, separately in different rooms
by different people, some of whom spoke English with the Japanese. With
Sepp they insisted on speaking Spanish, an odd situation. They could not
be persuaded to speak German - even though they were clearly Germans.
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- No one answered any questions as to where they were,
what the place was called. No one claimed to know a Mr. Richter. No one
admitted that this was indeed Hacienda Dignidad.
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- The interrogations lasted several hours, and about 10
p.m. they were all brought together again. They were told that they had
penetrated a restricted military area without authorization, and that this
was a serious offense - that a military police escort was on its way from
Parral to pick them up, and that it would be up to the military to decide
what to do with them once they got there. Their passports, cameras, tape
recorders, films, and luggage would be turned over to the military. It
was suggested that they could get some rest in a room that had some bunk
beds and blankets, and they were warned not to try anything foolish. They
could use the rest room but not leave the building for any reason.
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- The Japanese seemed pretty upset by all this and wondered
what they had gotten into. Their ardor had considerably cooled by then,
and they felt it was wiser not to press their luck und instead beat it
back to Parral, get their passports back and get out of the jam they were
in! They were satisfied that out in nowhere, cut off from civilization,
there obviously were people living with all the accountrements of civilization,
European no less, who had video surveillance cameras, electricity, flush
toilets, heating systems, paved roads, tall metal wire fences, automatic
electric door openers as well as a facility where there were multilingual
people working in shifts, people connected somehow with the military or
at least the federales, the police, who had the power to take people's
passports.
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- Everybody was tired, and soon all were asleep, only to
be wakened in the early morning hours by truck motors howling, doors being
slammed, loud voices in Spanish. They were introduced to the head of
their military escort - a whole convoy of trucks and jeeps! After a short
breakfast, they headed out into more rain and fog, making visibility difficult.
Even so, they could make out numerous European type buildings in the distance
which looked like part of a community with neatly cut lawns, garden flowers,
and all asphalt roads everywhere they looked!
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- The trip back to Parral was slow and rocky. The team
was taken to an army or federal police compound where they were herded
into a large room and, once again, separately interrogated. They were
told what they already knew - that they had entered a restricted military
area without authorization, for which they could be jailed for a substantial
period, but seeing that they were foreigners, and that their press credentials
and stories checked out, they were only going to lose their undeveloped
film, same with the tape recordings. They were told to take their rental
car, drive it all the way to Santiago, check at the federales' posts along
the way, have their expulsion orders stamped at each place - and be out
of the country in 72 hours! Pronto!
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- The Japanese did as they were told - they left Chile
in a hurry. All were glad they got off easy. They were given their passports
and cameras and tape recorders back and went on to points in Brazil and
Argentina for other interviews on the trail of the mysterious Nazi UFOs.
And our Sepp told us this story as he remembered it.
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- A decade later, I was invited to Princeton University
for a lengthy series of Nazi UFO-related interviews, which were aired on
prime time Japanese TV in a remarkable if sensationalized UFO special with
superb computer animations of realistic Nazi UFOs.
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- Mr. Mattern never did find out what had happened to Mr.
Richter - or to Hacienda Dignidad for that matter. He died within a year,
but as I said, he was well into his eighties by that time. Sepp passed
away a few years later.
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- From other sources, such as El Mercurio, a left-leaning
mass circulation Chilean newspaper, as well as from the German weekly,
Der Stern, and the German news magazine, Der Spiegel, the following story
emerges:
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- Hacienda Dignidad is a colony totally self-sufficient
in everything, technologically equipped with the very latest amenities.
The community has its own schools, teachers, hospital, medical staff,
technical people. It is claimed that mysterious testing of some sort is
being carried on at the Hacienda for the Chilean military. Even Chilean
senators and parliamentarians find all their efforts blocked, usually by
courts, the police, and the military. The German Embassy reports that
numerous Germans receive their World War II army, air force, and other
pension checks, which are sent to a collective address in the town of Parral,
where they are deposited into a joint account.
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- The El Mercurio newspaper reported already in the late
'40s and '50s that one of their reporters, in fact, did penetrate the Hacienda
terrain via back roads through the mountains, using pack horses, and that
he did observe strange flying craft taking off and landing in some remote
area of a valley away from the actual community - which is what Mattern
reported seeing during his one and only visit in the 1950s or 1960s - I
don't remember now exactly just when his visit took place.
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- The latest report about Hacienda Dignidad I read in the
late 1990s in Der Spiegel. There was talk that the community was run by
an autocratic leader. It was described almost like a semi-religious cult,
but that there were married couples with children there. After his visit
to what he certainly believed had been Hacienda Dignidad or a similar enterprise
in the remote foothills of the Chilean mountains, Mattern was of the view
that this place was a supply base for fresh fruit and vegetables picked
up by "flying saucers". He also felt that the colony served
as a rest/recuperation and medical facility for German-staffed UFO bases
further to the South like Tierra del Fuego and even Antarctica proper.
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- The story of the El Mercurio reporter, except for Mattern
the only other human being claimed to have visited Hacienda Dignidad, is
in one of my booklets in excerpted form. It was a bestseller in its time
and is still widely quoted, as is the hastily organized Admiral Byrd Expedition
to the mysterious continent of Antarctica in 1947.
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- The most extensive photographic documentary is to be
found in an exhaustive article in one of the National Geographic Magazines,
replete with maps and flight paths of the Byrd overflights, leaving out
the far more sensational revelations supposedly contained in Byrd's private
diary, which was forbidden to be published by U.S. authorities - or so
it is alleged. Its content was leaked by Admiral Byrd's son, who himself
came to a rather bizarre and mysterious end.
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- Ernst Zundel
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