ZGram - 2/12/2003 - "Ernst Zundel reporting from inside one of
America's prisons"
irimland@zundelsite.org
irimland@zundelsite.org
Wed, 12 Feb 2003 18:38:59 -0800
ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny
=46ebruary 12, 2003
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
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
All week long, I had called every lead that was given to me, =1Ftrying
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!
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!
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?
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.
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!
[START]
2-5-02
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.
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.
[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.]
You must not come to Germany or Europe, Ingrid. [Your son] needs you
here. You must be strong now. Please be careful.
2-6-3
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.
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.
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.
2-7-03
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.
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.
=46or 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.
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.
Had medical today. TB tests, blood pressure 170 over 100, supposedly
high. Little wonder! [ Attorney ] has not contacted Ingrid. Must
work out a strategy.
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.
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.
This, too, will end.
I found out today that I am in a high security, in fact maximum
security tract, on 23 hours lock-down. 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!
I knew the dreams could not last.
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.
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.
Still have my cough.
2-7-03
=46our 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.
Attended a black preacher's Bible circle - [audience] one-half black
and one-half white.
New cell mate is a [ name deleted ] old, broken, but a kind man, 65 years o=
ld.
Ingrid came to visit - looked nice, young, lovely, bright, alert. We
had a good, long strategy talk. Good news from outside.
2-8-03
Sunday started normal. Then all were ordered into cells, locked in.
NWO cops with visors, helmets, bullet-proof vests, Dobermans 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?
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.
Now 3:30 p.m. Pencil is getting dull.
2-9-03
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.
[END}
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!
=46or 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.
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.
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!
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.
My neighbors have been wonderful. Not one of them, to my knowledge,
has distanced himself. They offer to help, but I need my
concentration.
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!
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
Z=FCndel, whom many love to hate.
Ingrid
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