ZGram - 10/30/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 30

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Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny:  Now more than ever!

October 30, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

I finally got a reply letter from Provincial Member of Parliament, a 
Mr. Runciman, up for election, after I wrote him that furious letter 
months ago about inhuman conditions in prison when Ernst's cell was 
raided and what little comfort he had been able to secure was 
brutally destroyed. 

As per usual, Runciman passed the buck - the letter I received came 
from the Ministry of Public Safety and Security, Office of the 
Assistant Deputy Minister, signed by one Gary Commeford, who also 
passed the buck - to no one's great surprise. 

Commeford suggested I contact Cathy Morris (!), superintendent of the 
Toronto West Detention Center.  His letter claims his ministry 
"Šdelivers fair and humane treatment to all inmates in our care." 
You be the judge how well they do, after dozens of you have written 
as well and complained.  Here is part of Ernst's letter to me, dated 
October 17, 2003:

[START]

My mail indicates that people are touched by my letters and little 
drawings, and we need their support and good will in the months and 
years ahead.  So I will do my part to carry the load, regardless of 
how uncomfortable or tedious or mean things will get!

I get up as soon as the lights are turned on to full power every 
morning and commune with you in spirit because I know you will be 
sitting curled up in your corner, having one of those lovely cups of 
coffee which make the house smell so inviting and German!  Then I 
work, either drawing or writing, until we get given our disgusting 
breakfasts - sugar pops, the odd time bran flakes in styrofoam or 
plastic cups, all the other junk and jam, which smells of oil and 
plastic fumes and burns the tip of your tongue.  In Thorold we had 
little dabs of margarine to go with the toast.  Here it rarely is 
toast, and only once a week one dab of  margarine.  One cup of overly 
sweet coffee.  No refills. 

That's it until about 11:45.  Lunch on a paper or a styrofoam plate. 
Always cold - in 4 months one warm meal! 

Then for supper - more of the same.  Salad?  If there are a few 
wilted leaves, usually it is without salad dressing.  Skimpy little 
hot dogs.  No relish.  Mostly no mustard.  One nice thing they have 
is some tuna fish salad with onions and pickles mixed in.  Then they 
have a cole slaw which is really tasty, and if I were free, I would 
buy a whole jar of it, it is so tart and tasty. 

But outside of that, the food at Thorold was far more ample and 
varied, even though both these prisons are supposedly operate under 
the same food rules.  Odd.

I will not yammer on in this vein.  I just thought that every once in 
a while you might like a little insight into your husband's life for 
the moment. 

It's like war-time Europe.

[END]

And from a Letter to a Friend:

[START]

On the political front, it is important that people understand that 
my being in here is comparable to my being taken in a kidnapping as a 
hostage.  I am a new breed of hostage - a website hostage! 

In the first days of my incarceration in America, in one week alone 
there were 670,000 visitors to the Zundelsite.org.  These people 
looked at 2.3 million documents. 

For the past 13 weeks in custody, while I was in Maximum Security, 
with all my mail censored and all my phone calls listened to, armed 
only with a 2 1/2 pencil stub as an intellectual weapon, over 8 
million visitors have come to the Zundelsite and looked at 30 million 
pages of documents - all about truth in history, truth about the 
Holocaust, and the truth about Germany's sacrifice for Europe. 

Even if I had been free, working day and night, I could never have 
earned enough money to buy the envelopes, paper and stamps, have the 
address labels typed or stuck on for 8 million people, and printed or 
photocopied 30 million pages of documents.  That's in 13 weeks only!

So even with hands and feet tied, and my mouth taped shut with duct 
tape, I dare say that I am worth my weight in gold, like the Aga Khan 
is for his people.  I am worth it to my ethnic group, and especially 
to my homeland. 

I think it is this which so enrages and infuriates my enemies here, 
there, and everywhere - that even in this dismal situation, I the 
hated Ernst Zündel, am delivering a drain [on the] good will and 
belief the Jewish side has amassed with their Holocaust story since 
World War II.  Even in certain "defeat", I am, in reality, the victor 
- it is an amazing situation, and [the presiding] judge knows it!

[It is said that] there are 600 million websites in the world.  The 
Zundelsite was in 180,000th place in global popularity [before I was 
arrested].  Within a few weeks after my arrest, the Zundelsite zoomed 
past 160,000 other websites to land at the 20,000th spot - this means 
past the websites of entire governments, famous universities, 
newspapers, magazines.  Then we slowly receded, but every time there 
is a new wrinkle or new publicity, the trend reverses itself and the 
climb of visitors and popularity resumes.

People out there, those who help me, need to be informed about this. 
People need hope - my incarceration was a stumbling block, but we 
intend to turn it into stepping stone, [as we have done] a thousand 
times before!  Hope is what they need - not despair. 

[END]

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