ETERNAL VIGILANCE

One Gutsy Guy Against the Authorities
They’ve Thrown Ernst Zuendel in Jail for ‘Holocaust Denial’

The following are excerpts from an article published Feb. 21 in Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, a leading newspaper in Germany, on the thought crimes trial of Ernst Zuendel. Zuendel openly admits he’s a ‘Holocaust Denier.’

By Volker Zastrow
American Free Press | March 20, 2006

The Canadians have come to observe the trial of Ernst Zuendel. Zuendel is a Swabian [a region in Germany], the son of a woodworker from Calmbach in the Black Forest, where he was born in April 1939. In 1958 he emigrated to Toronto owing to, according to him, “anguish over his upcoming military service.” [Zuendel has been known for many years as a committed pacifist.]

Because Zuendel has spread his message [that “the Holocaust” is a media invention] since 1994, through the Internet—a warrant was filed against him in Mannheim at the urging of the public prosecutor at the time. Freedom of speech enjoys more prestige in the Anglo-Saxon tradition than in that of Continental Europe.

[The paper fails to mention that Zuendel was arrested in Tennessee and deported to Canada by the U.S.—Ed.]

As the small man in faded jeans, a light blue shirt and striped tie is led into the windowless courtroom by uniformed guards, the public welcomes him with applause. A good 80 of his supporters are there.

About half of them are of retirement age, born in the 30s or 40s: men in soft shoes and in pullovers that aren’t out of style because they were never in style. Women are there too, of the same age, who have gone to more trouble to obtain the same drab result. In addition, there are a few tastefully dressed women with white hair brushed back and fastened at the nape of the neck, with faces bare of makeup and lively eyes. . . .

The proceedings opened months ago, ending on Nov. 9 with the dismissal of defense attorney Sylvia Stolz as principal attorney for Zuendel, by court order. Moreover, the state prosecutor Grossmann began preliminary proceedings against her for inciting hatred. Another case is pending in Lunenburg.

Meanwhile, “Frauelein [Miss] Stolz,” as her supporters call her, is Zuendel’s third defense attorney, along with Juergen Rieger and the elderly Dr. Herbert Schaller from Vienna. Coolly she proceeds to interrupt the judge. Hardly has he gotten out one or a few sentences, when her “Herr [Mr.] Meinerzhagen” sound off. This is not a lack of self control on her part: Miss Stolz is waging war against the judge’s adrenal glands. By tiny battle flag after battle flag, she moves her pieces forward on her psychological war map, and each flag is a needle into the judge’s brain.

Frauelein Stolz is in her early 40s, but she has kept her maidenly figure and when not wearing her lawyerly robes emphasizes it with a clinging black dress. She definitely weighs less than 110 pounds. With her little black dress she wears black stockings and black, buckled, Rococo-style shoes, and a silk scarf in tones of bright purple—the same purple as the old Reich flag under the old Reich eagle crowning her letterhead; obviously her ink-jet printer was unable to come up with blood-red to go with the black and white.

Beneath it is written: “Acting on behalf of the German Reich without authorization.” [The German Reich, after over eleven centuries of existence, was suspended de facto in 1945 by the victory of the Allies. Its head of state after Hitler, Admiral Karl Doenitz, with whom the Allies negotiated the surrender, was simply arrested and jailed in 1945. German patriots today view the “Federal Republic of Germany” as a foreign occupation structure using German puppets.]

Again and again Meinerzhagen loses his train of thought, especially as he is dictating the protocol, in which—unhappy peculiarity of the German language—the connection between the beginning and end of a complicated sentence can easily be lost. The judge blows his stack, and Fraulein Stolz purrs over the microphone: “Herr Meinerzhagen, why must you go around shouting? Is it really necessary for you to do that?

She doesn’t raise her voice when she interrupts. The impression she gives is of total innocence. The judge’s face gets red. “My name is Dr. Meinerzhagen.” He does not wish the defense lawyer to address him as a private citizen.

“I am the presiding judge of these chambers and am directing this hearing.”

“Herr Meinerzhagen,. . .”

“Dr. Meinerzhagen!”

“Do you wish me to address you by your title of ‘doctor’?”

“My name is Dr. Meinerzhagen and I wish to be addressed as “Your Honor.”

“Herr Meinerzhagen, I will take note of that. I will address you by your name. That’s how it will be.”

In the sweetest schoolgirl voice. . . .

Everyone knows very well what the sentence will be—“four, five, or six years,” as Gunter Deckert says, the former National Democratic Party chairman, who is among the observers. He too has served time in prison for “incitement to hatred.” In 1988 he was dismissed from public service; however, he presents himself to the Canadian reporters by his previously correct official title: “Ober-Studien-Rat [Assistant Senior Headmaster]: that is the highest degree for teachers.”

The emotional temperature in the room has now reached the boiling point. The judge interrogates three men who on the second day of the proceedings, with the session ended, had sung the [rarely ever used] first verse of the national anthem. [“Germany over all else”—material goods, local loyalties—“in the world.”]

The oldest of the three is the 39-year-old artisan Dirk Reinecke; he has faced the same incitement charges in Potsdam and Bernau; Frauelein Stolz has defended him too. His words now are “fire and flames.” Both of the younger defendants, Kevin K. and Silvio M., also from eastern Germany, are relatively clueless, and limit their responses to “I agree totally” [with Reinicke] and “Uh, yeah.”

The court fines them 200 euros [almost $300]. Reinecke says scoffingly that he feels honored to be sentenced by this judge. Someone yells “I’d never have expected such a thing from a German judge!” “Here, obviously, we’re not dealing with a German judge,” remarks Frauelein Stolz. One of the observers yells “Freisler!” [a Third Reich judge infamous for his open partisanship].

The public prosecutor stands up: “Who called out ‘Freisler?’ Show yourself, coward!” Frauelein Stolz points her finger at the public prosecutor: “You are the coward!”

The “coward” from amongst the observers, meanwhile, has shown himself; obviously he either isn’t one or did not expect what now awaits him: four days in jail, to be served on the spot. The police—the courthouse is guarded by three concentric rings of special forces—lead the man out. “Poor Germany,” says Frauelein Stolz. Her mentor, the disbarred attorney Horst Mahler, folds his hands over his stomach and smiles knowingly.

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Editor's comment: The saga of Ernst Zuendel continues and the neocon managers of Germany look ever more foolish in the process as they bow down to their Zionist masters.

When the layers of the onion are peeled away there is revealed a putrid and sick political corpse which is rotting from within.

Soon, the tide will turn against this insanity and these parasites will flee for their very lives as the rush to judgement against their slavish loyalty to an alien power finds them wondering how they could have been so wrong.

It's quite simple. What they have been doing and what they now do is against basic human nature and runs counter to the Natural Law. It will never work, and we see as the train picks up speed, that the wheels will soon come flying off with the ensuing wreck becoming more readily apparent to bystanders.

We can only hope that the innocent will be spared any further anguish and suffering in the headlong plunge toward disaster which these plundering puppets have initiated and on which they are surely losing their grip.