December 8, 1997

(A special editorial and Christmas message by Ernst Zündel on the eve of the cross-examination of his estranged wife, Irene Helen Zündel, expected this coming week, Dec 15-19, 1997)

Corrupt Regimes and their Helpers:

Some observations on Jewish spies, police agents, turncoats and police snitches

The Random House Dictionary of the English language, copyrighted in 1966, has three definitions of what ordinary people understand a "Kangaroo Court" to be:

1. a self-appointed or mob-operated tribunal, usually disregarding or parodying existing principles of law, human rights etc., especially one constituted by criminals, as in prison, to settle disputes among themselves,

2. any crudely or irregularly operated court, especially one so controlled as to render a fair ruling impossible,

3. a humorless burlesque of judicial procedure, conducted for the amusement of the participants, as a satire on social conditions or the like.

I leave it up to my readers to decide which of the three definitions fits my case!

The high-priced lawyers for the Human Wrongs Commission have asked that Gary Prideau, their word twister-ooops, "language expert"-be put on the stand on December 11, 1997, rather than my soon-to-be ex-wife, Irene Helen Zündel. So it looks like Irene is going to get a few days' reprieve before she has to answer the questions put to her by my attorney!

She might welcome it, under the circumstances! I hope Irene will appreciate the irony that she is to share the limelight with a woman she disliked with a passion (as she did so many of her suddenly new-found friends and handlers!) none other than the current, also soon-to-be-history mayoress of Toronto, the leftist Barbara Hall.

This is good news, for finally "Her Worship the Mayor"-this is how Torontonians have to address their mayor when city government is in session-will face a competent cross-examiner who will "Hilberg her", as we say in Revisionist circles. Be prepared for a few surprises! Mayor Hall's press agents have already sent out a gloating press release that will assure maximum billing and media attention!

There is always a silver lining for every cloud. The betrayal of Irene has had some very positive results on the Internet. After her carefully tailored testimony-meant to give the Jewish side and the Human Rights Commission all they needed to make their case, or so they thought-delivered with a grin of satisfaction on her face, the visitor count to the Zundelsite soared to 11,700 documents and graphics accessed in the following 24 hours, and has only slightly slacked off since then.

The Zundelsite experienced the highest "hit count" ever-in October alone an increase of over 63%! And this is not counting all the increased traffic at all the links and mirror sites! Some mirror site operators report that their visitor count doubled, in some cases even tripled, after Irene's first appearance.

It is hard to estimate and project what will happen, but it is a safe bet that, in time, many more millions of documents will be accessed, thanks to Irene, than would have been accessed without Irene's "Benedict Arnold, Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, Jonathan Pollard secret witness" style testimony. An ironic fall-out indeed-if the purpose of her betrayal was to help my largely Jewish opposition to destroy the success of the Zundelsite, the acknowledged "Internet flagship of Revisionism"-a successful internet website operation that has the enemies of intellectual freedom chewing their knuckles in impotent rage!

So, you see, once again the Zündel jiu-jitsu is working! I will admit; it's at a price and a little embarrassing to my male ego-but then, what the heck! For my belief that Germans are entitled to inspect the details of their history, free of censorship, I have been strip-searched in jails in Canada, in Germany, jailed in Austria, peeled like an onion in court hearings and police interrogations in so many cases-and always survived, more or less intact psychologically-only to walk away and come back to fight another day!

I am not so sure how an emotionally less stable person will take such a going-over by a cross-examiner as experienced and determined as Doug Christie!

In preparation for this cross-examination, I have had investigators criss-cross the country and have done a little digging myself into the past of my soon-to-be ex-wife, Irene. I must say I was more than a little surprised to find out what kind of an "interesting" person I was married to for 17 months! Doug Christie has instructions not to spare me, or anybody else, any embarrassment! If you like the "inside story" of people's lives, this will be your opportunity to experience it "real life" in a courtroom in Toronto. Come early-there will be a full house! Sol Litman, Sabina Citron, Marvin Kurz and Irene's many new friends of the ARA, as well as her new handlers, will not want to miss this one!

Now to spies, police agents, turncoats and police snitches generally

Most of you, who have been loyal supporters of mine for decades-some of you going back to 1960-61-know first-hand that traitors, spies and stoolies have been and always will be part of the political struggle against the great odds we are engaged in. They are, to put it bluntly but graphically, like hemorrhoids on the anus of life.

I want to discuss a few traitors in this brief editorial, to be expanded into a more in-depth treatment to be published and broadcast soon.

Up-front, I want to say that, in many cases, the role of the famed Royal Canadian Mounted Police, the RCMP undercover agents in the 1960s (in relation to the Quebec separatists, for instance) was so corrupt and criminal that it resulted in a Royal Commission and ultimately the setting up of a brand new, supposedly civilian-controlled, new Canadian spy agency called CSIS, to clean up the corrupt practices of the RCMP. Wow! That was like putting a retired whore in charge of the morality squad!

One of the leading social credit MPs, for instance, in Quebec, later turned Separatist, turned out to have been not only a police informant but also a sexual deviate. This, of course, came out only after he died. While still alive, he was protected by the media in-the-know, and his perversions (although, apparently known to the police) were tolerated because he was useful to them, ratting out his friends.

I remember, way back in 1961, I was visited in Montreal by the late John Ross Taylor, who was introduced to me by my political mentor, Adrien Arcand. Mr. Taylor had with him a man called Bill Littler, to whom I took a visceral dislike at once, without really having a logical reason. I did not know why at the time-but within weeks I saw an article in the paper stating that he was arrested and charged with pornography-related offences. Turns out he was a spy, who obviously thought he would enjoy a hands-off attitude by the powerful and well-connected. His handlers jettisoned him as soon as they felt the heat. Proverbially, everybody loves to benefit from the fruits of a traitor's treason. Few decent people, however, like traitors.

There were, of course, others. One guy I remember made a name for himself by sending threatening letters with forged signatures to Jews. He was unemployed at the time. He bought a $99 Greyhound cross-Canada bus ticket and stopped long enough in towns from Halifax to Vancouver to do his mischief. He was found out by some conscientious reporter and was exposed in the media. He publicly apologized to the Jews he had tormented for months. After his switching of sides, he is rumored to have had his college education financed by some of his former victims.

By his one-man hate campaign, this man single-handedly gave Canada its infamous, freedom-stifling Hate Laws. Was he put up to it all along to get those Hate Laws passed? We will never know-for he vanished without a trace.

In Toronto, there was a guy named Bob Toupe, a Maritimer-a super-activist, it seemed to his drinking buddies-who constantly kept agitating members of a small Right-wing party led by Don Andrews at the time, to do stuff. I am told he was like a human dynamo. He enticed guys into drinking hard liquor and then would take them on wild midnight rides, engaging in criminal activities-like throwing gallons of paint on expensive wooden office doors of political opponents, putting Crazy Glue in door locks, and other mischief he had a talent of dreaming up.

Strangely, the carload of "activists" would usually be stopped by police and have their identities checked, but they were always let go after questioning. You guessed it-the guy was an undercover RCMP operative who was paid over $8,000, I was told, to do his comrades in and to destroy the group. Of course he ratted out all of his friends, wearing a tape recorder body pack, if I remember correctly. Don Andrews, the leader of the Right-wing group, had his career ruined by that agent provocateur. I believe Andrews even went to jail because of him. Another man, totally innocent, spent his life's savings defending himself in court against false accusations brought by this agent, being nearly ruined in the process.

A guy called John Beatty ran a Canadian "Nazi Party". He made huge headlines at the time as a Hitler look-alike. I think I read later that 7 out of 9 members were Jews. In the end, a man who had been working for the Canadian Jewish Congress all along, I believe, got all the addresses who contacted him-for a few bottles of booze.

The story is almost always the same. The authorities and their well-trained handlers get psychological and character profiles of various target individuals. They invariably pick the "blackmailable" deviants and emotionally unstable to be exploited.

The list could go on and on-I just want to conclude with a few of the recent cases of police making use of turncoats and snitches by playing on their need for media attention, temporary glory and the limelight they so often crave.

There is Elisse Hategan, a young woman who hated most men for some reason, yet sought out the company of men, and who had such a hatred for Jews and other minorities that it really shocked me to hear her talk. She was clever, could write and speak well, and rose to "dizzying heights" in a local Toronto Right-wing organization called the "Heritage Front." One day she was arrested for allegedly distributing some stickers which showed Negroes looking like apes. She was threatened by the Police who frightened that young girl with four years in jail, and to make her pliable, the arresting cops threw her into a cell with transvestites and hookers. This experience, plus the mishandling of her case by the Heritage Front leadership, so frightened the young girl that she turned against her former comrades with a vengeance, implicating them in all kinds of weird activities. Apparently the "Hate Squad Cops" just loved her and milked her of all kinds of information, real and imagined.

Elisse made good-at least temporarily. She really "improved" herself. She became a convert to Equality and Anti-Racism, joined some pro-lesbian groups-people she used to loathe and make fun of!-and was soon featured as guest speaker and panelist at all kinds of functions. She was favorably shown over and over again on national TV in Canada. She was paraded around like some prize cow on a leash by people like Bernie Farber, to be milked for her conversion in front of an enthralled audience of True Believers.

For Elisse the treason paid off for a while. She got the limelight she craved and-no small matter!-the police withdrew the criminal charges against her after her "conversion". She did not have to do the time for her hate crime. She seems now to have vanished without a trace, having had her 15 minutes' worth of fame, as Marshall McLuban would say!

Then there was Elizabeth Moore, another Heritage Front super activist, who went from "Star for the Racist Right" to "Star for the Jewish Cause", seeking out Bernie Farber of the Canadian Jewish Congress to unburden her heart. I understand she is soon to be the subject of a feature film, and regularly appears on Anti-Racist/Anti-Hate panels for the Politically Correct. She, too, will undoubtedly unceremoniously be dropped like so much used merchandise, after her handlers are through with having used her.

Then there was, of course, Grant Bristow, co-founder of the Heritage Front, who enjoyed, as it turned out, CSIS protection for his many illegal activities like telephone harassment and intimidation campaigns etc. Elisse Hatigan, to her credit, is the one who had tagged him as a police agent provocateur-long before the Heritage Front leadership did, and before she herself was induced to turn snitch and switch sides.

Grant Bristow did best of all! He got to do all kinds of illegal stuff without fear of repercussions. He loved his government-financed job as co-leader of Canada's largest and fastest-rising Heritage Front Right-wing group. He, too, was a human dynamo and a one-man industry! He created violent confrontations between right and left and then wrote reports about it for his handlers at the Canadian Security Intelligence Service, making himself useful and near-indispensable.

He lied about and betrayed every one of his former comrades and associates-to the very people he, too, claimed he hated so much! He got immunity from prosecution, immunity from ever being questioned as a witness in court hearings. He got a lifetime pension, a new name, a new identity-Jewish, of course!-"becoming" part of the very people he hated with a passion and made fun of so viciously. I think he now calls himself Nathan Black. He got his "thirty pieces of silver"-and undoubtedly is laughing every month as he deposits his government check in his bank.

Irene Helen Zündel never tired of excoriating these traitors to the race and the Cause. Her frequent, loud condemnation of those three rang through every floor of Zündel-Haus. I always cautioned her not to be so judgmental, so quick and so unbending and unreasonable in her condemnation. I told her that I had known Hategan and Moore, and that, in their position, considering their situation, age and psychological make-up, there must have been mitigating circumstances. (Grant Bristow was a story all by itself!)

Irene was adamant in her position: They were race traitors! She stated many times she could not comprehend how anyone could do what they had done! Rhetorically she kept asking: How could ANYBODY sink that low?!

When she went voluntarily to the Toronto Police Intelligence Unit-to the very man she called "one of them" and condemned so virulently and resoundingly for his "sliminess" and lack of progress in solving the arson of my house and the parcel bomb-she undoubtedly had rationalized in her own mind, like Bristow, Hategan and Moore before her, that what she was about to do was ". . . noble, right and just."

One thing I have learned in observing those who betray causes and comrades-they always advance good and noble reasons for their treason. The Rosenbergs, atomic spies, did it for the communist working class, against greedy American capitalists. Pollard did it for Israel-because he felt that America did not do enough for poor, beleaguered Israel-therefore, he felt justified in betraying his own country's secrets. The Israelis disavowed him as soon as he was fingered as a spy. He has been rotting in jail ever since.

Oberst Stauffenberg betrayed Hitler in 1944 and almost killed him, even though he had been one of the most ardent young military officers and followers of Adolf Hitler in 1933. He was nearly drummed out of the Army for his fanatical devotion to Hitler's new regime in 1933! But then came July 20, 1944!

The list is endless.

Traitors have betrayed those who trusted them for all kinds of reasons or excuses-from Brutus to Siegfried. Even Jesus Christ had disciples like Peter who denied Him when the crunch came. Judas Iscariot betrayed Him, the man without hate or blemish, for 30 pieces of silver-by kissing Him to identify Him to his would-be murderers. Judas, at least, had a motive. What motive did Irene Helen Zündel have to do what she did?

In modern times, when rotten and corrupt oligarchies can only stay in power by warring against their very own people through spies, traitors and corrupt officials-and seeking out the psychologically most fragile and vulnerable members to exploit-treason and traitors are being rewarded often by being given a display of importance and fame (and sometimes fortune) which they could otherwise never have achieved by their own meager talents and limited knowledge and ability. Many of them plea-bargain their way out of jail cells or out of situations they cannot master on their own. Many of them have made such messes out of their miserable lives that they look back at their failures and hope that their treason will be their ticket to freedom, to new identities under some witness protection program!

And at what price? How many good men and women rot in jails, have had their reputations and careers and lives ruined by those imbalanced, desperate human wrecks, sexual deviants and substance abusers with their addled brains and emotional short circuits? Hundreds? Thousands? We will never know their numbers.

One man who was given a new identity by Toronto Police told me over and over again, reduced to tears, all the promises his handlers made to him, before he ratted out his friends, and how frightened he was after they broke virtually all of their promises and "hung him out to dry."

With women turncoats who have children, the scenario often goes like this:

Their well-trained handlers, with years of experience and training in psychology and psychological warfare under their belts, tell those attention-hungry women exactly what they crave to hear. It is easy for these psychological manipulators-usually these people have the inside track from police files and tapped phones and fax lines. They chat these women up! They wallow in their presence, compliment them on their "brilliant research", their "unique abilities", their "uncanny insights"-heck, they tell them of how even they, the professionals, are surprised and even astonished at their feats of gathering intelligence information! And so on. Ad infinitum.

These women lap it up and toil day and night, for they crave the attention, the feeling of being at the elbows of men with the power to crush the objects of their hates-not realizing that what is happening to them is psychological manipulation with more than just a touch of psychosexual exploitation.

The chimera is carried on long enough by their new-found handlers and friends until these people get done with their milking for information and have all they can expect to get. Ever so slowly, the willing victim is then phased out-humored for a while, to be sure, to prevent him or her from jumping ship too early!-but the interest of the handlers inevitably wanes and then extinguishes. So what if the victims begin to realize belatedly that they have been callously used, as they wake up from their delusions of omnipotence, power and grandiose ideas? The deed is done by then. The dice have been rolled. The genie is out of the bottle and cannot be put back again.

Treason has its costs.

Often, their children are of necessity put in "protective custody" during their work for the cops-or so they are told. To be sure, it is done so that their children are "safe", of course, from the imaginary threats painted by the police psychologists who advise the handlers and who know their targets and victims' profiles intimately. Sometimes the erstwhile Mata Haris crack in the process of doing their work or being confronted with results. Then, of course, their children "have to be protected" from their own mothers-this time for their own good.

The question sometimes also comes up if such individuals can be trusted to raise or home-school their offspring in such an environment of cloak-and-dagger activity involving liars, cheats, perjurers and sexual deviates, spaced-out druggies and burned-out alcoholics as well as Mossad agents. Time will tell. The world today is a pretty messy and scary place for some people who are more emotionally vulnerable than others. The one hallmark of all of this is that "emergency is the cloak the tyrant always wears." Obviously, the "emergency" here was that the Human Rights Commission lawyers thought they needed to nail me via Irene's testimony-or have no case!

These are a few thoughts I wanted to share with Zündel-watchers-of whom there are many by now. Setbacks or victories-for me, the struggle continues. I used to tell Irene that she was the lucky one-she was an American. She could return to the near unlimited freedom guaranteed to citizens of the United States-whereas for me, I had to stand and fight if she failed me. Well, now I stand and fight. There appears light at the end of the tunnel!

By the time Christmas rolls around, the temporary nightmare of my second marriage will be over and I look ahead to the New Year, and the next millennium, with hope, increased vigor and a new spring in my step. Recently I heard it said on the radio: "The clouds must burst and rain, my dear, before we see the rainbow clear." I have had the good fortune never to have had any easy victories, and frequently had to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones. That seems to be the script of my life, and so it will be this time.

For you who are my friends and support my struggle to free the world of the lies of yesterday and today, I report back, as this old, tumultuous year of 1997 draws to a close and Winter solstice and the Christmas Season is approaching, that I am on duty again-for you, for our children, for our cause, ready to engage the enemies of freedom one more time! As one Internet reporter, after a recent interview with me, quoting an internet news group, put it aptly: "The living Ernst Zündel is back!"

Thank you for your confidence, your loyalty, your love, and your support! Once more: Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year!

Ernst Zündel

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