Oct 4, 2004
ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny
Today I am going to make it easy on myself - just sending
you a couple of links to a new batch of Zundel sketches and an excerpt from
Ernst's book about the difficulty of producing these sketches. By now, I
have close to 100 of them, precious collectors' items.
We are NOT selling these sketches over the Internet - we are
giving away COPIES of them for any donation of $ 20 or more. These sketches
are the backbone of our fundraising efforts to pay for the horrendous legal
costs to fight for Ernst's freedom - now well past $ 250,000, with the meter
If you are on the other side - I KNOW I have some enemies on
my Zgram list - you will be comforted to know that the Canadian taxpayer is
footing the bill for keeping Ernst in prison and, if possible, keep him
imprisoned for life.
The previous, early sketches, now moved to the back on the
Zundelsite, were quite primitive because the guards at the Detention Center,
apparently under the direction of a Chosenite, were making life as difficult
as possible for Ernst. Below is one sample of A Raid in a Day of Ernst
Zundel, copied from Ernst's book, "Setting the Record Straight."
($10 plus postage, depending on where you live.)
But before you start reading, please take a look - and be
patient if your computer is slow:
More or less romantic sketches:
For Zundel Watchers who ARE true-blue friends - and more are
finding us every day - here is an address where you may send your
contribution to help in this enormous struggle:
Ingrid Rimland 3152 Parkway, Suite 13, PMB 109 Pigeon Forge,
TN 37863 USA
I bid you good-bye for today. Let me just say that things
ARE happening. Where they will lead, only the oracle knows.
A Raid in a Day of Ernst Zundel
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
[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
hemmed and hawwed, but then apparently must have talked to MacIntosh, who
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 months and 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, 2003 have not been changed in three months and ten 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 reflux." 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 and 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 to put on during the night. 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
By three o'clock, the hall outside my cell was abuzz 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 already started that regimen 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
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. A third 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 to 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
be allowed to keep only a very limited number in my cell because they
present a "fire hazard," although there is no smoking allowed and
not one 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, most of my correspondence, and many documents and 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 having
to explain to you all this trivial stuff while civilization hangs at the
brink of collapse!
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Setting the Record Straight: Letters from Cell # 7
$10 - 180 Pages
Find out who this "premier thought criminal" really is -
how he thinks, how he writes, what he's really saying! You will
be astonished to learn why this man is so feared by the world's
manipulators of your thoughts!
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Help free Ernst Zundel, Prisoner of Conscience. His
prison sketches - now on-line and highly popular - help pay for his defence.
Take a look - and tell a friend.
Write to Canada's Prime Minister and complain
over the unfair treatment Ernst Zündel has received.
Prime Minister Paul Martin
House of Commons
Telephone: (613) 992-4211
Fax: (613) 941-6900