KEY West, Jan 2: A
phone call from the Robert H Jackson
Center in Pennsylvania, excited at the
prospect of my talking there in
I call London. Little Jessica answers,
says a man phoned and told her I am a very
bad person indeed. Nice folks. She takes
it all calmly.
A John H. asks for details of a bank
account to which he can transfer cash for
the fight. I have to reply: "For security
reasons I will not provide banking details
to somebody I don't know."
counsel reports from London that the claim
by Deborah Lipstadt (right) for all
my possessions raises difficult issues of
law -- she has, however, involuntarily
done you a considerable service.
The exhibit is a target-rich
area: Mike Whine [of the
Deputies of British Jews] is
corresponding with Mishcon de Reya
[Lipstadt's lawyers] about your
affairs. Lipstadt is filled with shock
and awe at how active you are in the
USA; and the Trustee has gone against
her own solicitors' advice in refusing
to hand back your possessions.
I reply: "We have to prevent their
getting the stuff they are asking for
because of the confidentiality of the
material. The Board of Deputies of British
Jews is anxious to get insight into
Christopher Hastings publishes
an article in The Sunday Telegraph
about Churchill's income tax problems in
1942. I write him:
Once again, Chris, when you
need a Churchill biographer to quote,
you turn to that a**hole Andrew
Roberts. Surely it is safe to quote me
again now that your boss Conrad Black
has been unmasked?
I have been working since 1970 on my
Churchill biography, the third and
final volume will come out next year.
In the first volume (1986) I went into
detail about his attempts to avoid
income tax, which I researched in 1976
in the files of his literary agent (in
the University of Oregon) and in 1977
in the Butler Library at Columbia
University, New York.
When I first published these
"somewhat unsavoury" facts in The
Evening Standard's Londoner's Diary in
the 1970s Winston Jr publicly called me
a lunatic. Gradually the Real History
of the period emerges however, no
thanks to the conformist
Incidentally, Adolf had similar tax
problems: see the Introduction to the
new edition of my "Hitler's War".
I go to Mangia Mangia for supper, and
leave in a huff as they have not taken my
order within one nanosecond
. . . peanut butter for
Mrs Scheliga phones about an Eva Braun
photo of Hitler she has, would I like to
A Norwegian tells me he has found a
website started by Deborah Lipstadt.
She has posted on it hundreds of my
private papers obtained from my voluntary
Discovery. It is a serious contempt of
I check the site -- it is horrendous.
"This website is a project of Emory
University's Witness to the Holocaust
Program and the Institute for Jewish
I write give them notice under the
Digital Millennium Copyright Act, 1998, to
remove all the private and copyright
materials "failing which I shall apply all
remedies available to me in law and seek
I reserve the right also to proceed
against yourselves as website owners and
Deborah Lipstadt for the publication of
privileged materials obtained by Discovery
(Disclosure), which is an egregious
Contempt of Court under UK law.
The penalties for such contempts are
rightly harsh, including imprisonment and
In a snide editorial, the Wall Street
Journal has cited my "Churchill's War",
vol. i: "Struggle for Power" on Winston's
"unsavoury" tax problems. Proof that the
WSJ, along with many other major
newspapers, reads my website!
Abraham Foxman of the ADL has smeared
me in a subsequent letter to the Wall
Street Journal; that's good. He has made
it his life's work to destroy me, and I'm
I write an e-mail to Bente in London:
"Headache today, as [my assistant]
decided to smoke a whole box of cigarettes
yesterday, and won't listen to requests to
take them outside. Six aspirins.
"Very chilly today. Mailed around 1,200
action reports so far. Heavy bike loads to
the post office, two or three times a
January 12: Today is Hermann
Göring's birthday -- it used to be
obligatory to celebrate it in Germany. He
would be 111 today. To celebrate, I post
the German edition of my famous
Göring biography on the website for
people to download free. Publishers
Bertelsmann and Rowohlt, who came under
the usual pressures, no longer issue
On this date twelve years or so ago I
addressed a large audience in a Munich
beerhall; hearing whose birthday it was,
the audience broke into a noisy rendition
of "Happy Birthday, dear Hermann."
There's probably legislation against
that sort of thing in place now. Even
then, police officials would intercept me
as I went into a hall and hand me a
List of Things You Are Not permitted to
Say during Your Speech: for instance,
"You are not permitted to mention that a
Mr Fred Leuchter took samples of the 'gas
chambers' at Auschwitz, and that tests
showed no significant concentration of
I would then preface my talk by reading
out The List verbatim. Later police
versions ponderously avoided this:
"You are not to say that a certain
gentleman took samples from a certain
structure and that tests showed no
significant residues of a certain
The audience still got the point.
Finally, the List handed to me had a
heading: "Confidential. Any attempt to
read this document to the public will
result in the immediate closing of the
meeting and the arrest of the speaker."
The game was up.
TODAY four years ago the three-month trial
of DJC Irving vs. Deborah Lipstadt
began in London. Yes, time marches on.
It is sunny but chilly down here in the
Keys. 3:15 pm. I cycle over to the Post
Office. One cheque for $10. But Bente has
mailed to me from London the Witness
Statement of Lipstadt's attorney Daniel
Davis, in her latest application for all
my stuff to be turned over to her.
It makes curious reading. She is
worried that I may prevail with my demand
for its return. She wants it all.
The file holds surprises: "Lipstadt is
a creditor of Mr Irving."
A creditor? But she herself had no
costs; in fact I suspect that -- rather
like Lord Aldington -- she was actually
rewarded by various wealthy enterprises as
an inducement not to settle the libel
action I brought against her, given that I
was asking for only token damages, and
those to be paid to a charity.
Trustees have offered my research
collection (and all my private files) to
museums, fortunately without any luck.
They have to know where to fish before
casting their line -- I do, and they
It is amusing that, notwithstanding
that Prof. Richard "Skunky" Evans,
Lipstadt's "neutral and objective" expert
historian, tells his Cambridge students
that my research is completely worthless
("I was struck by the level of animosity,"
wrote one student to me recently, "verging
on hatred, [that] the professor
displayed"), here we find Dr Tobias
Jersak, (right) one of his expert
history assistants in the courtroom,
stating, according to the document, the
Mishcon de Reya wrote to the Trustee on
Feb 4 :
"He confirms to me that some
of the material is potentially very
valuable both from an historic and a
collectors perspective. I am referring
not to Mr Irving's personal papers such
as his diaries (although some of his
correspondence may have some intrinsic
Lipstadt's lawyer has asked the Trustee
to give assurances that it would not be
"remitted" to me "under any
In fact the five items that Jersak
cites may have been "unknown" to this
Nichtswisser [nitwit], but I have
already donated copies years ago to
foreign archives, including the Institut
In other cases Haig vs. Aitken
considerations apply: for example some
notes that Jersak cites were given to me
in confidence by Field Marshal Keitel's
family, for my own private use, out of
admiration for "the Englishman who wrote
the book about Dresden." They won't want
them put up for auction.
One ugly development is that the
hatemonger Harry Mazal, no less, has stuck
up his hand as an interested purchaser,
and please can he read my private files to
"assess their value"! God, how these folks
network instantly among themselves.
Well, we know what Mr Mazal is up to.
He has declared himself my sworn enemy, no
less deadly in the United States than is
the Board of Deputies of British Jews in
the United Kingdom.
All of these people urgently want to be
leave alone with my private papers, and
given the ability to copy or make notes as
they please. That is why I have gone to
Court to prevent it.
As Mishcon de Reya have acidly reminded
the Trustee: in my November 2003
application I asked for damages against
them for unreasonably retaining these
research archives of mine. Conceding my
case will necessarily involve them paying
me damages too.
Was Gott verhüten möge, as
Germans used to say. All in all, the
prospects for the new High Court battle
seem to be shaping up nicely indeed.
A donor writes: "It is iro-nic that the
same people who have attempted to
discredit you and your works as garbage,
now are so fervently attempting to take
possession of it for their own monetary
gains. The whole business makes me
One pm at the dentist, root planing,
then Dr Eaton takes over and fixes three
fillings (I had mentioned only one); total
bill is $680, aaaargh. More tomorrow
afternoon. I stagger out into the sunshine
at three pm, it turns out to be four.
Wrecks the afternoon.
Supper at Rusty Anchor. A chilly bike
ride up to the next island.
Bente phones from London. Jessica is
wildly excited about her Tuesday interview
at the new school. They also wish to see
Bente. I reassure her that both will do
well, in my view.
Long gossips with Jessica, who calls
about registering her domain name, and
then with Bente about cash problems (it is
the usual cliffhanger).
NICE letter from a Pamela Selkirk
Panton in Australia: "You post an
article on Himmler on your site which
was written by my grandfather, Ronald
Selkirk Panton. I am 15 and have never
met my dad's dad. Though he was a
prestigious journalist in WW2 he has not
had much recognition. Britain regards him
as Australian and Australia regards him as
Britsh. Apart from the papers in the
National Library in Australia there is not
much recorded of his career. I was very
happy to see his article included in your
I reply: "How nice it is to find that
one has famous grandparents! You will find
I have also used your grandfather's
writings in my book Nuremberg,
the Last Battle which you can
download free from my website. Of course,
I'm now banned from Australia, thanks to
some stupid people down there. Not
everybody likes real history."
Maria T. writes from Canada:
That Lipstadt is like a rabid
dog who, having tasted blood, can't let
go of her prey! Dad used to say that
"they" would never rest until they have
their pound of flesh -- and even then,
they would not be satisfied!
In my view, it is nothing short of
miraculous that you have been able to
defend yourself against the
co-ordinated barrage of lies; to oppose
with courage the accusations of the
countless amoral minions whose primary
raison d'etre seems to be to attack you
in the media, in courts, and secretly
in chambers and corridors of power; to
out-manoeuvre these foes through your
unparalleled intellect and truthful
arguments in courts full of "bribed",
duped or frightened lawyers; to
withstand physical and psychological
assaults at great personal cost to you
and your family -- all for the cause of
Truth and Freedom!
Losing your home must have been very
painful to you and to your family.
You must have asked yourself, "Why
am I fighting?" "For whom?" "Is it all
The answer is : Because it is the
only honourable thing to do!
She concludes: "I anxiously await the
day when you will once again visit Canada
-- perhaps on a Victory speaking tour!
A call from Bente. Jessica has had her
school interview, three hours. The
headmistress has just phoned a few minutes
ago to confirm that they are very
impressed indeed with her. They have no
diplomats or transient children there,
only children of permanent residents are
There is one Asian. I say that does not
matter (Jessica is very liberal.) To my
generation it matters, but not to
Jessica's. Bente warns that the school
fees are high, plus half a term deposit,
plus new uniform, etc. I say that we will
manage somehow when the time comes.
I've been paying school fees for 40
years now without a break.
Warren E. of the Robert H Jackson
Center phones. His family are down here,
and I invite them to dinner at the Rusty
Anchor. He gets my last copy of Nuremberg,
the Last Battle.
An Englishman is also present, a
Florida habitué, looking suntanned
and fifty but born in 1936. We swap
recollections of comic books -- Wizard,
Beano, and Dandy. He can not
recall the long-running serials about the
Argentine millionaire's football team, or
about the man with a wooden leg who turned
up after each suspicious drowning story.
He does remembers Biggles (and "Ginger"),
and Rock Rogan, the Spitfire pilot; none
of the others.
I must ask him if he recalls "Wilson,"
the super-runner. Enjoyable evening, the
bill comes to around $100. I cycle back
alone along the Gulf shore to the cottage,
freezing cold by now as the sky is
Warren says he has forwarded the
speaking proposal to the Robert H Jackson
Center; 'mal sehen, he is now apprised by
his English friends on my "notoriety".
Gradually sliding towards English time
I send a new letter to the
administrator of the website at Emory
University with a copy of the first:
I have received no
acknowledgment of this email, and I
have satisfied myself that at 5 pm this
evening the website as described was
still publicly posted on the Internet.
Your legal advisers will be familiar
with the terms of the Digital
Millennium Copyright Act of 1998, and
the posting of these items on your
website without the permission of the
copyright owner is a clear violation of
For the purposes of completeness I
draw your attention to the fact that
the offending website and its URL are
registered in the name of Emory
University. Records show that it was
created on Aug 29, 2000, and was last
updated on Oct 19, 2003: i.e., the
offending materials have been illegally
published for a minimum of 96 days and
maximum of 124+365+365+365+23 days.
Midday to the local High School for Miami
University's travelling medical fair; a
routine prostate examination -- a nice
girl student of about 22 sticks her finger
up my bum, sheathed (I hope) in a rubber
glove, doctor pronounces nothing
A crazy anti-Semite from Key Largo
phones, wanting to read out press
clippings to me. I curtail the
At 3:20 p.m I finally resume work on
vol. iii, hurrah.
Yesterday's Frankfurter Allgemeine
"proof" that Hitler gave The Order. It
turns out to be the old Himmler note
of Dec 10, 1942 which I first printed
in 1977. I spend much of the day
commenting in a reader's letter (which of
course they won't publish).
More work on Churchill. I boil four
eggs, and eat them on half a pound of
spinach for supper.
Awful night. Three hours' dream-load,
and I wake to find the clock's hand has
moved only five minutes.
Exhausting, endless night. I begin
packing in detail for the return home.
Being in a belligerent mood, this goes
to a US attorney:
Please give me one or two
lawyers in Atlanta who can act against
Emory University if I choose; Lipstadt
has posted thousands of pages of my
Discovery on her university website --
pages of my most intimate diaries,
"compromising" letters, etc. They are
(a) privileged (b) copyright.
I have given them written notice to
take it all down, they haven't.
Rain during the afternoon, but I get in a
good day's work on Churchill again.
Barrister emails this cheering word
from London today:
Just to cheer you up: yesterday, I
represented a client who is a historian
and academic lawyer working on the
definitive edition of the Trials of the
Japanese War Criminals in 104 volumes
(not, perhaps, a future best seller!)
He spoke in the most laudatory terms of
your work, and says that, having followed
your case day by day online, you should
have won on the merits. So you still have
fans in the academic world.
Before leaving Key West I mail to
London a Zip cartridge of the latest
diaries, Churchill work and addresses;
just in case tomorrow's plane home doesn't
make it. -- Afterwards it occurs to me
that the hard drive has all my other
diaries on it, and that is in my
This to Bente: "Fort Lauderdale this
evening, Days Inn, a Disabled Persons'
room on the ground floor; nice. It smells
of disinfectant. See you shortly."
Rotten night: the room faces onto a
major highway, is next to a noisy rattling
lift; and drunken happy-go-lucky Blacks
talk outside until late.
THE British Airways plane departs at
8:35 pm. Another horrible night, wedged
into a line of foul smelling, talkative
Share a taxi from Heathrow to Mayfair
with two Australians.
I have the two big trunks, and a box as
well; so taxi driver is grumpy, and the
Aussies find themselves wedged into the
back seat next to this evil smelling
Englishman, who turns out to be the
notorious writer that all Australia has
heard so much about. One of them even
volunteers my name -- "You're Irving, The
Holocaust Denier, royt?"
Jessica, now ten, is taller than ever,
really shooting up. Bente is pleased with
the cheap silver, turquoise, and opal
stuff I have brought back from New Mexico.
Barrister sends this nugget from Gray J.,
found in the transcript of May 5, 2000,
dismissing our defence of "maintenance" as
against the first defendant, Penguin
" . . . it may well be that
the sort of application that we have
heard being made this morning by Mr
Davies would have greater force when it
comes to her [Lipstadt], and I
think I have got to make every
assumption in favour of Mr Irving on
that. Am I making myself reasonably
So she is not a creditor. At 2:38 pm
doorbell rings, somebody asks for a hall
porter, can he speak with David Irving? It
is T., a well known journalist, who hands
over a thick envelope. I wait for Bente to
come home. It contains ten fifty-pound
notes. Fortunate, most fortunate.
Drowsy most of the day. Jet lag.
One-hundred-euro cheque in mail from
Europe, Dr W., so that source now opens
up: but how many will be stolen by our
local Post Office thief?
My barrister and M. come for dinner, he
is keen about Monday, thinks Mishcon de
Reya may pull out when they see what they
are up against. Unusual for them to make a
Having reviewed the photos from
Cincinnati 2003, Sam R. writes:
I am now doubly disappointed
at not being able to attend. The woman
in the red dress is positively
I forward it to Ohio, writing to her:
"You have many admirers."
On the way to school Jessica chats with me
in French. I teach her to begin sentences
about Je with "Moi, je. . ."
Tempting email comes from a teenager
(allegedly) with the subject line:
"I'm a teenager from Oregon with something
My name is Kathleen and I am a
17 year old student in Ashland, Oregon.
I have taken college classes, and
college prep History classes, and I
have just recently become enthralled in
the works and mind-sight of Mr. Adolf
Hitler. You wrote a rather important
article about the release of his book,
Mein Kampf, in 2000 and I have some
questions to ask you. I have a few
questions about his book, and if you
are associated with anyone who can help
me further understand his mind-set and
what really made him the monster
everyone thinks he is.
I would ask my history instructor,
but he has already told me that his
book will tell me everything I need to
know. They don't sell it anywhere near
me. I have looked.
And because I am under 18, I can not
legally order thins off the internet
without my mother's credit card, and
she won't allow that. Perhaps you can
help me. Thank you very much, and I do
hope to hear from you soon, Sir.
Cynical as I am, I smell a trap. I
reply neutrally: "Yes, I know Ashland;
sometimes I stay at Myrtle Creek, which
appears to be visited by tourists only
because of its Dairy Queen.
I direct her to the items about Mein
Kampf on my website.
Have a look also at items
dealing with Hitler's Second Book
(Hitlers Zweites Buch), which has just
been published in English, and I am
sure you will find material you would
like to use in the Introduction to that
book. Gerhard Weinberg is a very
responsible and reliable writer and
Jessica is full of her French studies. She
says to me this afternoon, on the bus
home, "I am really motivated to learn
French!" -- and proves it.
Our London mail is going steadily
missing. Another cheque, a bank draft for
£80 from Australia, is lost. I write
furious letters to the Head
I WORK until 2:35 am on
Churchill. My drafting technique at
this stage is to concentrate on major
episodes like Québec II, or his
trip to Italy in the summer of 1944,
leaving the minor episodes to one side.
That provides a chronological structure, a
backbone, for the volume, and tempo and
Then I shall go back from time to time
to decorate that structure with detail and
language, and weave in the side-stories.
It worked with Hitler's War -- the first
major episode I wrote was the Hess flight
to Scotland -- on the basis that what
interested me most would be likely to
interest the reader too.
I have invited John Ball to speak at
Cincinnati, but he will be on a mining
trip that weekend.
Today is the first court day to hear
Lipstadt's application. I hope it doesn't
turn into another cash drain. We are
bumping along on empty at present.
In January I mailed out many action
reports to my rest-of-the-world list; most
have my new Hertford Street address. So
far, only three responses have arrived.
The Thief at work.
The story of the defeat
of Sara Salzman's gang in Denver
(AR#25) has caused much satisfaction. "You
cannot imagine how I enjoyed the demise of
little Sara," writes Kurt H., with a $100
cheque. Irmgard S writes too, and adds a
touching postscript: "PS, my husband
doesn't comprehend things anymore, but he
is a happy man."
Happiness in old age. How nice. Death
is overtaking many of my supporters, and
there is a sprinkling of obituaries in the
envelopes I open.
Memo: must finish vol. iii
Abrisk walk through the High Court to
the chambers of Mr. Registrar Schaefer.
The upshot is that my application for the
return of my library and archives to me is
allowed to proceed, simultaneously with
Lipstadt's which is designed to prevent
We argue that she is not a creditor,
and that there should be a preliminary
hearing on her lack of standing in this
The Registrar decides to turn the whole
matter over to a Judge in open court, in a
hearing which may well last three to five
days -- as my application has now been
broadened to bring in the issue of abuse
of process (the traditional enemy's real
motive is to gain insight into my
confidential records currently seized by
the Trustee). It is certainly smoking them
into the open.
Back at Hertford Street I read
Lipstadt's bundle of documents.
They are in a quandary. I have demanded
the return of all the "tools of my trade",
which includes all my research papers and
equipment. The Trustee's lawyers take a
dismissive view, saying that a very strict
view of the law "could confine Mr. Irving
to only needing a pen and paper in order
to be an author."
They recognize however that for an
historian, different criteria apply. The
solicitors have advised the Trustee,
"Given the high profile" of this case "and
Mr. Irving's contentious characteristics"
-- in other words I don't just roll over
and lie down -- that they should go to
court again before disposing of any of my
Step forward Harry Mazal, who boasts
that his corporation has been "honored" to
support Lipstadt and provided research
papers to her defense team. On Nov 14, Mr.
Mazal confirms that seizing my collection
would "greatly enhance" his archive on
Acquiring the Irving
collection would give us useful insight
into the workings of deniers,
anti-Semites, and neo-Nazis.
Well, that is precisely the kind of
motivation that the court found repugnant
in Haig vs. Aitken.
As the date of this Court hearing
approached, the Trustee's lawyers realized
the risk that I might see some of these
When Mishcon wrote at the end of
November that the Trustee's lawyers had
"confirmed" that they were "equally eager
to find a mechanism to prevent the release
of David Irving's books and records to Mr.
Irving," that dangerous wording was
disputed by the solicitors ("for the sake
Lipstadt's lawyers express their fury
in one letter that I am still "incredibly
active, talking, selling books, promoting
conferences, making films, etc.," and she
is described as "becoming increasingly
It turns out from another document that
the Trustee admitted to her lawyers that
their own legal advisers had counseled
them that they should return to me my
research library and my historical
archives at once: the Trustee was
"resisting" that advice. Let's see the
Trustee climb out of that spiderhole in
Court. Saddam Hussein will have found it
AFTER this initial court hearing, I
walk over to an Argentinian steakhouse for
lunch with my barrister.
He is in victory mood. We chuckle
loudly as he recalls how he made Michael
Whine, director of the Board of Deputies,
squirm in court two years ago when he was
defending a certain printer; he
cross-examined Whine on the more
pornographic contents of the Talmud. The
printer was acquitted.
He suggests that we and the Trustees
ask the Court to order Lipstadt to provide
security for costs, given that she is
resident "beyond the seas" and has shown
herself to be a persistent contemnor of
And not only that: given that her
university is refusing to dismantle her
website, which is a flagrant contempt of
Court orders, I shall ask the Courts to
issue a bench warrant for her arrest when
she next comes here. The tipstaff can pick
her up at Heathrow.
A Frederick Taylor sends me a copy
of his book Dresden, Tuesday 13
February 1945 which Bloomsbury
Publishing are to publish shortly; he
writes in a sneering letter, "We disagree
about many aspects of Dresden's story, as
you will see, and I'm sure our politics
don't have much in common either."
I riffle through his book's pages, and
You have in fact lifted a very
great deal of material from my book The
Destruction of Dresden, which was first
published forty-two years ago.
The route maps, the damage map, the
transcripts of the radio traffic, etc.
Even the famous photo of the mass
cremation of the bodies on the Altmarkt
is my property, the photographer Walter
Hahn assigning exclusive rights in all
countries outside the Iron Curtain
countries in 1963.
It would therefore have been
courteous to include my name and
pioneering work on this subject in the
Acknowledgments; no doubt you had
reasons not to.
It is not the way that I do things,
I am glad to say.
Letter from Dietram Z., remarking that I
did not acknowledge $100 he sent in
December. I send this furious email to the
Yet another letter has come this
morning, this time from a friend in
Canada, saying that he sent $100 to this
address in December and noting that I have
not acknowledged it. It has of course been
stolen in your sorting office like the
At eleven am to see surgeon Mr Ramsay
in Harley Street. Very elegant and
well-spoken. He remarks, "You're going to
live at least another twenty years." He
tells me that Lord Moran, Churchill's
physician, was known to the St Bart's
"mafia" as Corkscrew Charlie -- he was a
I repeat the "twenty-year" estimate to
Bente, and she looks a bit stunned. I say:
"Better lay in some Strychnine then." "Or
Arsenic," she says.
David "Ratface" Cesarani publishes a
rude attack on me in today's The
Independent, anniversary of the Dresden
IN a phone call, my barrister reveals two
developments: (a) the Trustee's solicitors
have told Lipstadt's that unless agreement
is shortly reached they will have no
alternative but to advise the Trustees to
return to me all the items as claimed; and
(b) it has been discovered that Mishcon's
"expert" Dr Tobias Jersak, who has been
allowed in to the warehouse holding my
seized historical archives, has been
caught red-handed trying to remove some of
the more valuable items; in other words,
Professor Evans's hired expert is a common
My barrister sees no legal reason why I
should not publish this story under the
heading, "Thieves Fall Out."
I take three aspirins for a headache,
and bad dreams result. Inevitably the
secret thieving of my seized archives
files is oppressing me.
One dream illustrates itself with a
black-and-white clip of rats scurrying out
of a sewer and gnawing at bags of wheat. I
think the rat analogy is good.
On waking, I realise the "rats" clip
was from Der ewige Jude, one of Dr
Goebbels's more pervasively evil movie
products released in Sept 1940 (which I've
never seen); the clip has often been shown
in documentaries about Nazi propaganda on
At six I get up to check the mails. A
thousand-dollar donation has come from a
total stranger to help the next stage of
the fight against Lipstadt's gang. That
leaves us with only about eight thousand
more to find. We may get her a small but
private suite in Holloway prison yet.
I also find that Larry M. has e-mailed
a story from a Cumberland newspaper, dated
Feb 13, about how rats have destroyed the
farm of a David Irving (no relation) in
Cumberland. He comments: "Not you
. . . but I thought you might
appreciate this news story of David
Irving's losses due to rats."
"Rats"? El mundo es un pañuelo.
I reply: "How extraordinary. I just woke
(6 am) and decided to add a comment about
Lipstadt's rats gnawing at my archives
tomorrow! And then I find your email."
The weary machine crashes before I can
[The story reads:
COWS ELECTROCUTED AS RAT CHEWS UP
Mr Irving [the farmer] says he
initially thought heavy rainfall had
caused the accident, but on closer
inspection, he found a rat had gnawed
through the cable supplying electricity
to scrapers used to clean the
Irving says: 'The whole lot became live
and the place was full of steam. There
were nearly 60 cows down on the ground,
and 26 didn't get up,
I notice that today's Key West Global
Priority package has not arrived. At 9:43
am the Post Office phones: Their morning
delivery man has noticed that the package
has been tampered with, and has turned it
over to him for further action.
Ray W. of Post Office security comes at
midday. The package has the entire flap
torn open. I say that the thief has been
employed at least two years by them, so
they can eliminate any newcomers; I
suggest delicately that he may wish to
consider particularly extreme leftwingers
and Jews; he says they already adopted
that position, as it is unusual for
thieving to be targeted on one person.
Email from Copenhagen where I am to
speak in a few days' time. Trouble is
brewing there: "I have spoken to the
Danish police and we'll have a police
escort during your visit." I reply: "I
hope they don't escort me to the German
frontier. . ."
I will stay at the Angleterre, biggest
hotel in Copenhagen. He sounds nervous, I
"Hello there," writes a Mr Lewis, "I
posted off a cheque for Hitler's War a
month ago but still have not received
anything. I'm hoping it hasn't been lost
in the post?"
I send him the book free, with this
reply: "Dear Mr Lewis, I'm mailing the
book to you today, even though we have not
received your cheque. There is a thief at
work in the post office, and they have not
yet been able to catch him."
I write to Louise Brittain, one
of the two Trustees, who are now very much
on the defensive. "In your letter of Feb 6
received today, you state that you do not
recall providing us with a written
undertaking not to sell off my possessions
without giving us two weeks' notice.
"I attach a copy of a letter from your
solicitors DLA dated Feb 3, 2003 giving
this undertaking that 'the Trustee would
not dispose of any items she has removed
from the Property without giving Mr Irving
14 days' notice. No such items have been
confirm," I add, "that this is still the
position: that you will give notice, and
that no such items have been disposed of
(other than those seemingly stolen by your
dossier on the origins of
Index to this
on Richard "Skunky" Evans