Will Be Penetrated"
has been dropped as a vote winner in this year of 2007. But why? The Federal and
State elections of course. The minister's Office for Multiculturalism has been
'dropped'. But the damage is done. Finally the realisation is dawning, there are
In this article Brain Simpson reveals just what is the European
with Kelly: Last June, Paul Kelly The Australian's editor-at-large and
champion of globalisation, Asianisation, etc., etc. said: "The point is that globalisation
means the 'no immigration' option is lost."
Then comes the standard big
immigration response: have an organised intake (i.e., a massive intake beyond
existing levels) or else they will come anyway as illegals, fuelled by the economic
necessity to keep the blessed holy system of Capitalism churning along. Economics
and demography will make immigration inevitable. (The Weekend Australian
let us take this scenario one step further. For Kelly, taking in millions of Muslims
is not the problem: "Millions of Muslims live without problems of integration.
But a minority poses a lot of threats."
What will the transition from
Europe to Eurabia bring? Let us examine an array of writers and thinkers who challenge,
to various degrees, Kelly's optimistic multiracialism. Kelly's own article quotes
from Franco Frattini, the EU Commissioner for Justice, Freedom and Security. Kelly
doesn't challenge Frattini's views so apparently he agrees with this authority,
which raises conceptual problems for Kelly's own multiculturalism.
says that the models of multiculturalism and forced integration have failed. There
is a need for a common framework of rights, values and principles, but he doesn't
show how Europe can achieve it with its present population, let alone by increasing
cultural, ethnic and racial diversity by mass immigration.
Kelly seems, in
conclusion to think that Australian multiculturalism avoids these problems - but
this is merely an expression of religious faith.
diversity and White racial dilution hasn't reached European levels yet - there
is still a core Anglo culture which is there to be used as a base for abuse and
exploitation. What happens when that goes, as the elites seem to wish for? What
holds the diverse groups together, when say, there is no common language - or
if the demographics change radically? If the South west of America continues its
Hispanicization, we will find that area of America naturally becoming Mexico -
with Hispanic culture and values. In the long term, this may not suit the profitability
of the globalists.
The Review reviewed
To spice up this debate let us consider the latest issue of The Australia/Israel
Review (vol.31, no.6 June 2006). This issue has on its front cover the headline
"The Challenge to Australian Multiculturalism" and an insightful article "Jihadist
Incitement on Campus".
The front cover of this leading Australian Zionist
magazine has an anti-Semitic quotation from the Melbourne University Islamic Society
online forum, and quoting: "[The West] got rid of the Jewish problems in their
own country, because the Jews were distinguished for their undermining activities
Wherever they settled down they degrade the ethical standard and decrease the
standard of trading trust
They suck blood and blackmail wealth."
and others, according to the article by Sharon Lapkin ("The Best and the Brightest:
Hate and Extremism in Australia's Universities," pp.12-13) circulates on the websites
of various university Islamic societies. Opposition to all Western governments,
who are seen as 'corrupt' is advocated. (cited p.13)
article, by Hillel Fradkin, "Not a Love Letter: Taking Ahmadinejad Seriously"
(pp.22-25) is even more interesting. Among other things this paper examines the
significance of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's letter to the US President
George Bush. The point is made in the letter that liberal democracy is an affront
to Allah and is dying. Ahmadinejad sees himself as an heir of Mohammed, Fradkin
notes (p.22) and as a leader of Islam, has essentially declared war on liberal
democracy. The article also says that Ahmadinejad has been well received in Indonesia,
a moderate Islamic country and was praised by Indonesian officials. I take it
that in time, under a growing radical Islamic influence, moderate Islamic countries
could change and grow more radical. Ahmadinejad seems to be presenting himself
as the representative of the Twelver Shi'ism, the Hidden Imam which if accepted
could give him special significance in Islam (cited p.24). Fradkin has sketched
a plausible mechanism by which Islam across the globe may be further radicalised.
Force of Reason
The next article
by Phyllis Chester ("A Prophet in Her Own Country", pp.25-26) deals with the light
of feminist social critic of Islam, Hirsi Ali, who has been 'exiled' by Holland.
Hirsi Ali collaborated with Theo von Gogh on the film Submission, which led to
von Gogh's murder by a second generation Moroccan Dutchman. (p.25) Hirsi Ali has
been under 24-hour guard. Claims that she lied to obtain political asylum have
led to the Dutch Minister of Immigration saying that her passport could be 'annulled'."
The same treatment (or threat-ment)
has been dealt out to Oriana Fallaci, the Italian journalist. At age 77, and dying
of cancer, she is in exile in New York, having fled a legal indictment for defaming
Islam. Her 2002 book criticising Islam "The Rage and the Pride" earned her a race-hate
case. She has followed up this book with another entitled "The Force of Reason"
(Rizzoli, 2006 ISBN 0847827534). Europe has become Eurabia due to an "invasion"
of Muslims. Multiculturalism/cultural pluralism or humanitarianism is the "most
squalid plot that through ideological fraud, cultural indecency, moral prostitution,
deception, our time has produced." Both Fallaci and Hirsi Ali argue, in the words
of Phyllis Chester, that if "Europe does not stand up to Islamists, European civilisation
is doomed." (p.26)
Chester observes that the
Islamisation of America "is also well under way." While the Left, and those who
share our viewpoint on the issue, speak of an all-powerful Zionist lobby, Islamists
are having a growing influence on the mainstream media (p.26) The
sins of Islam are blamed upon America and Israel.
in Their Sleep
Another major book, by Bruce Bawer entitled "While Europe
Slept: How Radical Islam is Destroying the West from Within" (Doubleday, New York
2006 ISBN 0385514727) exposes Europe's almost infantile faith in multiculturalism.
Liberalism is no match for Islam and the ideologies of multiculturalism and pacifism,
as one reviewer puts it (Brenda Walker "Barbarians Within the Gates" The Social
Contract Spring, 2006): "These ideologies are contrary to survival when facing
an enemy hell-bent on destroying your entire civilisation and replacing legal
protections for the individual with seventh-century Shariah law." (p.216)
the Norwegian elites celebrated the words of al Qaeda man Mullah Krekar at an
Oslo café when he advocated the overthrow of European governments and the establishment
of Shariah law. When he was finally taken into custody, he was released after
only two weeks in gaol, and given compensation for his time in gaol. Host countries
in Europe are rapidly changing due to mass immigration and high Islamic fertility.
As Brenda Walker puts it: "Muslims in Europe have been the poster immigrants showing
the need for cultural compatibility when massive immigration was undertaken. Twenty
million Muslims have made their mark on European society by an explosion of violence
and other anti-social acts, including anti-Semitic attacks, increased crime (Sweden
has a murder rate twice that of America), growing immigrant ghettos, and an epidemic
of rapes against European women. The Swedish city of Malmo is nearly 40 per cent
non-Swedish and has corresponding crime statistics: the incidence of rape is 5-6
times that of nearby Copenhagen and child rape has doubled in a decade. A 2005
report on schools in France observed
Jewish children "can no longer be
given an education anywhere in France due to violent anti-Semitism." (p.217)
Douglas Davis writing in the Australia/Israel Review (June 2006,
P.9) in an article entitled "Apocalypse Soon" says that Europe is losing its "will
to survive", and has capitulated to Islam. The Netherlands "is set to become Europe's
first Islamic State." It will be the first cab off the rank as Europe's population
"is expanding exponentially through natural increase and immigration". (p.9) As
well, "Europeans have sacrificed the primacy of their on values on the alter of
equivalence." Thus Europeans are "queasy" about "waving the national flag for
fear of creating offence, while notions of democracy and freedom - even sovereignty
- have acquired a certain ambiguity in the face of radical Islam." (p.9)
appease Islam, Europe, Davis says, is allowing anti-Semitism of the mullahs to
flourish, as Europe drifts to "self-destruction". (p.9)
At a minimum, surely,
the self-destruction of Europe cannot be a good thing for Jews.
editorial of the Australia/Israel Review by Colin Rubenstein, "Hate Speech
and Terrorism" does not seem to adequately deal with the challenging material
cited from other authors. Australian multiculturalism "is Australia's best inoculation
against the violent Jihadist totalitarianism which sadly and dangerously continues
to haunt much of the Muslim world."
As well, cultural pluralism entails commitment
to "core values" such as democracy and the rule of law. Most of the other authors
cited in this essay challenge this "one size fits all" view.
is multiculturalism taken to its logical conclusion and if I understand him, as
Davis observes, in Europe it would appear that in the long term, democracy, freedom
and even sovereignty, will fall. The growth of Islamism, contrary to Rubenstein,
is a product of multiculturalism. Multiculturalism, I predict, will be seen in
the future, in the form of a capitulation to radical Islam, and will be seen as
the driving force of anti-Semitism.
should consult these excellent books for further discussion of this important
Melanie Phillips "Londonistan" [Encounter Books 2006],
Blankley "The West's Last Chance : Will We Win the Clash of Civilisations?" [Regnery
Efraim Karsh "Islamic Imperialism: A History" [Yale University Press
Robert Spencer "The Politically Incorrect Guide to Islam (and the Crusades)"
Bat Ye'or, Eurabia: The Euro-Arab Axis" [Fairleigh Dickenson
University Press 2005] and
Claire Berlinski, "Menace in Europe: Why the Continent's
Crisis is America's Too" [Crown Forum 2006].
prepared to be shocked.
Report from David
FOR a week I was held in Jakomini jail,
one of two prisons in Graz, southern Austria. One, Karlau, is well-spoken of by
veteran prisoners - who compare prison experiences in the prison yard as if they
were resort hotels; the other, Jakomini, is not. The initial pretence used for
stopping me - the car was "reported stolen" - was smoothly replaced by alleged
offences against Austria's unique, Stalin-era Banning Law, also called NS-Wiederbetätigung
(Nazi Reactivation) committed in 1989 sixteen years earlier. A warrant had
been issued against me in 1989 under section 3(g) of the Act.
law makes it an offence to challenge established history on the Holocaust and
Nazi Germany; its section 3(h) allows sentences of up to twenty years in jail,
and in some cases - repeat offenders - life imprisonment. It is a very elastic
law; in its sixty years of enforcement, more than two thousand terms have been
deemed to fall under its clutch, including even harmless words like "system" (as
in, referring to a current government as a "System Regime"). Since there is little
prospect of a Nazi movement re-emerging now, it is widely used to zap political
The prison staff at Jakomini
could not have been more embarrassed at their new arrival. It took a day or two
for the penny to drop. On the second or third day several officers knocked on
my cell door, unlocked it, and brought in my books from their homes, for me to
autograph. I have sold probably two million books in Germany and Austria, including
67,000 hardback copies of Rommel (Hoffmann & Campe) alone (it was serialised in
Der Spiegel for five weeks).
Several of my books were in the prison
library - I remember seeing Hitler's Krieg - Die Siege (Herbig Verlag),
and Schlacht im Eismeer (Bertelsmann). On the third or fourth day a delegation
of half a dozen senior officers brought in all four of the prison's copies of
books written by me and invited me to sign them too.
The justice system was
less accommodating. My requests to speak to a lawyer or to Bente in London were
fruitless. Six weeks or more would pass before I could phone my family from Vienna.
The illegality of this was obvious.
philosophical: It was much harder on Bente. In London, they feared I was dead;
when I did not return on time, she and her friends phoned the embassies, the police,
the hospitals, the car hire firms; nobody knew what had happened to me. Unable
to contact me to access bank accounts or use key system passwords, she lost our
home and possessions. Nacht und Nebel was the system, as invented by Reinhard
Heydrich and his police. One vanished bei Nacht und Nebel.
times a day the hatch in the door was banged open, and five slices of brown rye
bread were stacked onto a plate; nothing else. A bowl of soup came at midday,
and a mug of pink fruit-tea which - being an Englishman - I sluiced straight down
the toilet. I did not trust the tap-water, but I was still violently sick.
initial room-mate, a Romanian telephone-thief - now I knew why it had taken so
long to find a working telephone in Vienna the morning I arrived - was in a poor
psychiatric state. He begged me in Spanish to write a letter in German warning
that he was contemplating suicide, and he was not joking.
took three Captain Hornblower books from the library, and began a year-long reading
campaign, devouring a hundred books or more, since I had no radio or TV or newspapers
for six months. I caught up on all the books I should have read a lifetime ago:
Hornblower in the West Indies - now I could see what had intoxicated Winston Churchill
about this fictional navy hero. I discovered the works of P G Wodehouse and Graham
As books ran out, I read The Collected Works of Sherlock Holmes twice.
I set myself the task of counting how often Holmes actually uttered the famous
catchphrase, "Elementary, my dear Watson," to his long-suffering partner Dr Watson.
The surprising answer: not once, the phrase must have grown up elsewhere. Even
the word elementary occurs only once, as a stray adjective. Evidently we cannot
believe all that we are told, I decided. But whom could I tell of these discoveries?
The Romanian had been snatched away as a suicide risk, I was alone; after
he had been taken away, two hours later, I found in his empty locker a knotted
"rope" of torn sheets, with a noose he had fashioned at one end.
do it Dave
Welcome to Jakomini jail: that was the only one other way out,
and I wondered what drove men to do that. In Vienna's jail, there were quite a
few suicides, it turned out, though the newspapers were not told: two prisoners
hanged themselves in our block in the last two weeks I was there, probably newcomers,
because it is in the first two weeks that desperation strikes worst. The whole
block was locked down all day without exercise, so that nobody would learn what
had happened. "Don't do it, Dave," urged Bernhard, an armed car hijacker - seven
years, because his accomplice, a Jugo, was carrying a gun - rather superfluously
the day I was transferred back to Vienna. "Nobody is impressed, and they (the
screws) just laugh among themselves afterwards."
had no intention of doing it. I reasoned to myself that the prison staff were
kindly shutting the whole outside world out for me; I thanked them pointedly each
time they closed the door, and sometimes if they lingered I asked them if they
would be so good as to oblige. I was in control. Others might go mad, but I would
not: many already were mad, and visibly belonged in an institution, not jail.
One old man displayed his madness by walking clockwise round the yard - in
prison, all prisoners must walk anti-clockwise; or he stood in a corner, head
bowed like a small boy being punished; or walked around stooping, and clawing
up sodden fag-ends from the muddy ground.
regarded this whole new world, this submerged world, this world behind strong-room
doors and steel bars, in the same way that Jacques Cousteau would have regarded
a new ocean bed. I decided I would spend the months, perhaps even years, exploring
this microcosm and recording every detail of the fauna I encountered (of flora
there were none: no - once I did find a dandelion in the yard, and I grabbed it
before it was trampled by the shuffling crowd of Eastern European and Balkan prisoners,
and I mailed it to a lady in Hungary who had come to visit me).
"You see them
all in the papers when you're outside," philosophised Bernhard, an otherwise likeable
Austrian. "But only for a few weeks: the murderers, bank robbers, hijackers, dealers.
Then they're on trial, and they disappear - you don't hear nothing about them
any more." He paused significantly, rolling yet another disgusting cigarette,
then lowered his voice overwhelmed by the drama of it all: "They're all here,
Dave. They're here!"
COPENHAGEN a good
Fortunately the British Consul had sent over a girl to visit me in
Jakomini. Embassies are very limited in what they are permitted to do but I asked
her to phone Bente. "What's the message?" "I think Copenhagen would be a good
idea." Bente is Danish (and so is my fifth daughter, born in London: the Pakistan-born
official at the British Passport Office refused to allow her a British passport
- another weird bit of chicanery).
"Copenhagen?" asked the girl, raising a
diplomatic eyebrow. It seemed an odd message. "Copenhagen," I repeated. "She's
Danish." I did not explain. COPENHAGEN was the codeword we had arranged; Bente
was to watch for it. However it was used - if I said it to a journalist, or on
TV, or on a postcard message, it meant I had been arrested and was unable to contact
her, and she was to take certain steps. Just like the BBC's "Verlaine" messages
to the French Resistance before the Normandy landings.
every recent speaking trip to the Continent, as we English still call Europe,
to Denmark, Hungary, Greece and elsewhere, we had actually prepared a detailed
website announcement of my "arrest", just in case it should transpire. Such is
the decline of freedom in the European Union now.
Hearing the codeword, Bente
and Jessica - who at eleven was the more computer-savvy of the two -at once uploaded
the page to the Internet and most every newspaper in the world carried the news.
I had a visitor from Klagenfurt a few days later, an elegant Austrian cripple
in her sixties whom I had last seen as a demure twenty-year old, sharing a train
journey across France. Her grown up son, touring China with the Berlin Philharmonic,
had read of this violation of human rights in a Chinese newspaper.
had actually hoped to conceal the fact of my arrest until that moment. The Government
now had to admit that yes, the British historian was being held in one of their
jails, though no charges had yet been brought.
Spiegel and other magazines and newspapers suggested that I had expected to
be arrested, that I was out to provoke; they might see this COPENHAGEN preparation
was proof. In fact I was just prepared for the worst: I was a Boy Scout in my
youth, and BE PREPARED was on our belt-buckle, just as some Germans, including
Günter Grass as it now turns out, had MEINE EHRE HEIßT TREUE on theirs.
illustrate this, let me give a parallel example: in the earlier years of my marriage,
which lasted twenty years, we travelled from England to Germany by the North Sea
ferry, because we could not afford to fly. I secretly took a two-metre length
of cord with me, in case the ferry sank: then I could tie our lifejackets together,
and we would not drift apart. I never expected the ferry to sink, but I was prepared.
(I never told my wife. I suspect that if I had, she might have taken a pair of
scissors). This was many years before the Herald of Free Enterprise Channel ferry
disaster of March 1987 which took so many lives.
After a week of solitude in a four-man cell at Jakomini - freshly
repainted, as a prisoner had set it on fire two weeks before - I was interrogated
over a video link by a "judge" in Vienna. He appeared on the screen wearing a
T-shirt and jeans, and was younger than my local newspaper boy. It was all a farce,
a done deal, as I told him, and the outcome was foregone. I was not to be released.
They decided that I should be transferred on Thursday back to Vienna.
future tailed off into an uncertain darkness now. On Thursday forty of us were
loaded in handcuffs into a dark green, windowless, prison bus. Seasoned prisoners
called it the Krokodil. The journey took ten hours as we zigzagged across the
country, picking up and depositing prisoners at jails around the country. There
were ten locked cells in the Krokodil. We sat four to a cell with interlocking
knees, in a space smaller than an airplane toilet, blasted by air that was alternately
icy cold and volcano-hot. My travel companions were two murderers and a multiple
rapist. I did not speak; in rail compartments we English never do. It is part
of being English.
But I listened. The veterans knew all about our transport's
history - the Krokodil had been bought from Germany, where it had been declared
illegal and unsafe because of the holocaust that would occur if it caught fire
or ran off the road. Only the officers would get out alive.
then mostly everything about the Austrian prison system is illegal under European
Union legislation: the Josefstadt prison in Vienna pays a substantial daily fine
to Europe because it is overcrowded, with over 1,400 prisoners instead of 800;
the windows are not large enough; there is illegal fine-mesh wire netting outside
the window bars; there is illegal razor wire in the yards; the exercise yards
are too tiny; the prisoners still sleep in bunk beds (which Europe has banned
in jails); remand prisoners get to shower only twice a week; the cement floors
of each cell are covered with toxic black paint; and there are half a dozen other
The thugs in the yard complained indignantly to each other about
all this lawbreaking, which is how I know about it.
after midnight the Krokodil drove into the covered reception yard of the Josefstadt
prison in Vienna. The older hands told me this was right in the heart of the capital,
next to the City Hall, but there was not a sound that would confirm this. No traffic
noises, birdsong, planes, or sirens penetrated its walls. After a few months it
was easy to believe we were nowhere near Vienna, just as it is hard to accept
that the museums and Harrods are up above, as your underground train passes through
South Kensington and Knightsbridge stations.
A few days later I was escorted before the custodial judge, a Dr Seda. He had
a falsetto voice of such a high pitch that the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung
made fun of it in its opening words of a report on my arrest. To use Graham Greene's
words, "He was like a Pekinese who has been insulted by an Alsatian."
voice rose to an indignant squeak when I replied in frank terms to his more inane
questions during this interrogation. He asked what lecture I had planned to deliver
to the students in Vienna. I replied, Die finanziellen Verhandlungen 1944 zwischen
dem ungarischen Judenführer Joel Brand und Adolf Eichmann zur Rettung der ungarischen
Juden vor Auschwitz, im Spiegel des britischen Entzifferungsdienstes. (The 1944
financial dealings between the Hungarian Jewish leader Joel Brand and Adolf Eichmann
to save Jews from Auschwitz, as seen by the British decode service).
doing it again," trilled Dr Seda, shocked to the core; and then one full octave
higher: "Wiederbetätigung! Reactivation!" Baffled, I was led back to Cell 19.
For many weeks I brooded on where the Pottersman
Factor fitted into all this. Apart from the first Glock-toting police officers
who had been informed I was a car thief, the Austrian prison officers could not
have been friendlier. As word spread round the Josefstadt jail on who I was, I
received a stream of uniformed, if not official, visitors. Jailers brought me
packets of good-quality coffee or gifts. At Christmas, one unlocked my cell, invited
me to his room, and gave me a glass of whisky - "This remains strictly between
us, Mr Irving." Where they burn books, they end by burning people The enemy -
above all the Greens - screamed with fury about my "Nazi" books being in the prison
libraries, over a hundred and twenty as it turned out; the Minister of Justice,
a Frau Garstinger, assured Parliament that all my books had now been withdrawn.
(They would be burned soon after.) This would surely convince the world that modern
Austria was not a Nazi state. When I was told that this was reported in the newspapers,
I remembered the passport barracks of the Pedople's Police inside Checkpoint Charlie
in Berlin through which I trekked on my visits to Potsdam or Köpenick in the then
Soviet Zone of Germany in the 1970s and 1980s:
"Where they burn books, they
end by burning people," ran the quotation from Heinrich Heine in large letters
along the inside wall of the building.
the morning after my arrival in Vienna, I was summoned upstairs to the lawyers'
visiting rooms. I had sent a letter to Dr Herbert Schaller, who had acted for
me in the great Munich battles of 1989-1993, where Germany had used against me
its equally oppressive and ill-named law against "Defaming the Memory of the Dead".
These laws for the suppression of free speech still operate in Germany, and if
I were to set out here the allegations against me, and our corresponding defence,
I would probably be arrested all over again.
It is a ticklish subject.
By way of proof of this, I might mention that Dr Schaller is representing another
accused in Mannheim, Germany on the same account, even as I write; and Schaller,
the attorney, has been threatened by the Judge with arrest and imprisonment if
he even makes certain written submissions to, or asks certain questions of the
Suffice it to say that in a 1990 lecture
I had said that a particular building in Poland that was being (and still is)
shown to tourists was not a genuine wartime construction; in January 1993 I was
fined 30,000 Deutschmarks, a lot of money in those days, for saying this, and
banned permanently from setting foot on German soil; and in January 1995 the Polish
government admitted officially that the building concerned was in fact built three
years after World War II ended.
lawyer who was to act for me that day in 1993, Klaus Gobel, arrived at court but
only to show me a letter he had received from the city's professional attorneys
body, the Anwaltskammer, that morning, threatening him with instant dismissal
from the bar if he represented me. In England, that would be unthinkable.
make a big mistake
In Vienna now, 2005, I found that Schaller had never
received my letter; evidently it had been intercepted by the Austrian justice
authorities and blocked. He had come of his own accord, having read in the newspapers
of my arrest - one positive result of our Operation COPENHAGEN. I hired him on
the spot. Although now 83 years old, he was fit, active, and above all an expert
on these political cases.
I then made a big,
big mistake. As I stepped out of the interview room I was accosted by another
lawyer, Dr Elmar Kresbach, a 46 year old Viennese society-lawyer. He had thick,
long, wavy hair, a lean face and an engaging manner, with a thick Viennese dialect
which I often found very difficult to understand. Luring me into another interview
room, he persuaded me within ten minutes that Schaller was the wrong choice: he
would be vilified as a rightwinger, it could only damage me in Court: the "Nazi
historian with the Nazi attorney", was how he charmingly put it.
on the other hand was on first-name terms with the country's leading journalists
- he mentioned several to me - and it was the support of the media I now needed.
He was a media lawyer, he said. That made a lot of sense, and I hired him too.
Then came the bombshell. Although the new lawyer admitted that Schaller was far
better informed on the Banning Law than he, and had handled innumerable cases,
he refused to sit at the same table as him or even to listen to, let alone accept,
advice from him.
It became disturbingly evident
over the next weeks that Kresbach himself was a left-winger, and would represent
me purely for the huge international publicity it would bring him and his law
office. When I mentioned his name soon after to the Social Services female in
the prison - they had asked me who was acting for me - she grimaced eloquently,
bit her lip, and said nothing, but that was after I had taken the decision.
was an awful decision. Kresbach assured me that he knew the judges personally,
and would arrange a deal behind the scenes (that was a lie). Schaller, he said,
could never do that. I withdrew the formal instructions from Dr Schaller - he
took it like the gentleman that he is - and I had a whole year to regret the decision
after that. Later I met several other prisoners in the yard - we were all in remand
custody, which is far more oppressive than convict prison - who had also been
represented by Kresbach and who had fired him for incompetence or sloppiness.
Zoran, a major cocaine dealer from Serbia, had parted with 80,000 euros for his
defence, and still got ten years. "He did nothing for me," shouted Zoran, who
later did my haircuts, one millimetre all over, convict-style. "Nothing! Just
pleaded in mitigation - no defence whatever."
indictment was served on me in my cell, listing the allegations, all under section
3(g). It struck me as odd that as the months passed before the trial, which was
soon set down for February 20, 2005, and although Kresbach had me brought up to
the interview rooms three or four times a week, it was just for chats or to answer
questions which he relayed to me from the media - he did not seem to be seriously
preparing any defence. After a while I asked him how I would be pleading: He replied,
Guilty of course, because, "You are guilty, after all." I expressed mild dismay.
That's the way things are done here, he added: you plead guilty and then they
will release you. It had all been agreed. Behind the scenes. With the judge. I
assumed he knew what he was doing; after all, he did have those secret backdoor
contacts with the Judge appointed to the case, Dr Peter Liebetreu, or so he told
me. (I still saw no reason for gloom. I toyed with the idea of inquiring in Court,
"Euer Ehre heißt Liebetreue?" but decided it would not advance my cause.)
media coverage was good, that I will admit; the international press published
editorials which, while not all supporting me personally, expressed dismay at
this assault on free speech. The Italian newspapers, particularly Berlusconi's,
went overboard with their hatred of Austria, and I saw newspaper photographs of
a major football match at which a banner was unfurled by the crowd reading IRVING
LIBERO for the television cameras.
Der Spiegel ran a fine five-page
article which attracted angry letters from my opponents, including Hungarian writer
Paul Lendvai, who screeched that my book Aufstand in Ungarn (Bertelsmann) was
anti-Semitic (my book mentioned that all the Hungarian communist monsters like
Kun, Revai, Farkas, Gerö, and Rakösi were Jewish; as is Lendvai himself).
a while the visits to the interview rooms grew quite irksome. I was held in what
I called a holding tank for an hour before Dr Kresbach arrived, and another hour
or longer there after he left. The walls were covered with graffiti, some very
sad. The other prisoners here were all chain smokers (I have never touched the
Once I was shown into the holding
tank, and it contained only fifteen very disgruntled Blacks (twenty-five percent
of the prisoners were from Africa, nearly all for drug dealing, some for murder
or rape). I hesitated as the steel door behind me slammed shut, and said: "Sorry,
I think there's been a mistake. Where's the waiting room for Whites!" They bellowed
with laughter. It's the kind of joke that needs split-second timing, and you can
only risk in certain circumstances.
pm, after supper had been brought round, the guards all went off duty, leaving
only a skeleton staff of three or four for the whole building. Then the "jungle"
began, as the prisoners clung like spiders to their window bars, and screamed
across the yards to their accomplices, getting their stories straight for the
Judge - in thirty-nine different European and African languages.
went on until past midnight. It always degenerated into Black-and-White taunting
- "Afrika gut, Euro Scheisse!" and "Afrika! Banana!" were among the more cerebral
rival efforts. I suppose I could have shut the windows - they were soundproof
- but after exercising some days outside in winter at minus 16 degrees, the heat
in the summer months became intense.
Once I heard roars of laughter and
saw a single banana being lowered on a string from one floor and dangled just
out of reach of the African cells below. Bananas now will always remind me of
Josefstadt jail. If you bought them from the canteen, they always arrived, like
most everything else, brown and beyond their sell-by date.
ask for help
In the exercise hour in the little yard, the Africans clustered
around me, asking for help, yammering in Spanish, French, or English, or whatever
other tongues we could communicate in (I was the only Englishman in the building
for fourteen months). I made good friends with one, Momo (Momodou), a youngster
with Afro dreadlocks, from Gambia; it was poor etiquette to ask the other's offence,
and I don't recall that I ever found out his. The really bad ones lied about the
I bought extra coffee from my weekly canteen allowance,
for the newcomers who had none. They asked me to translate their letters to the
judge into German; I did so, but secretly I knew they had little hope. They were
stuck inside the machine. One Black had been on remand here for seven years, and
they had lost all his files. Given the chance, they would all have returned to
Afrika the next day; they had all been lured to Europe under false prospects and
The pivotal document
a few weeks I was allowed to see a duly sanitised copy of the police file on my
arrest, now called the court file. It was inches thick, and went back sixteen
years to 1989, when I had last toured Austria. Phone intercepts and other intelligence
materials had been removed. There had also been an internal police inquiry into
the fact that Austrian police officials who attended my talks at Leoben and Vienna
- at our request - had both reported that I had said nothing that broke the law.
These inquiry documents were missing from the copy supplied to me.
Staatsanwaltschaft in Leoben, and in Kaufbeuren in Germany where I also talked
on that 1989 tour, both reported that they had seen no grounds to prosecute me.
The top items in the file were laborious and worryingly inaccurate transcripts
of my talks in Leoben (November 5, 1989) and Vienna (November 6), received by
the Staatspolizei authorities in late November and early 1990. The Socialist Student
Society in Leoben University had zealously provided to the Stapo their own tapes
of my talks to supplement the police officials' recordings.
police chief Günther Bögl had issued the now faded, yellowing arrest warrant on
the evening of November 8, 1989 - the day before the Berlin wall came down, an
ironic counterpoint in European freedoms. His panic was written all across the
document - the press that morning was reporting that Jewish and Communist bodies
were calling for his head, for having failed to silence me completely in Vienna
on the sixth. Turning the page I came to the pivotal document that led to Bögl's
warrant. The formal Anzeige, the demand for my arrest and prosecution, had been
addressed to Bögl on the seventh by a Jewish and Communist-front organisation,
the Document Center of the Austrian Resistance (Dokumentationsarchiv des österreichischen
Widerstands). Bögl had received this Anzeige at midday on the eighth.
were some familiar names on its letterhead, including Professor Erika Weinzierl,
"doyenne" of Austria's historians according to the press; Erika had the kind of
ineffable looks that could stop a ding-ding-ding full-right-up Number 15 London
bus charging pell-mell down Pall Mall; indeed to stop a whole fleet of them.
evidently shared different cultures
The Archive's Honorary President was
Professor A. Maleta. It is not an unusual name: Maleta is not Rumpelstiltskin.
Still, I confess I did wonder if this could be the same Professor A. Maleta who
had sworn affidavits many years ago that he had personally seen homicidal gas
chambers in operation at Dachau, Heinrich Himmler's first concentration camp?
The German Government has long ago dismissed that particular piece of nonsense
history; there was no such installation at Dachau. A lot of people served time
because of Maleta's convenient little perjury.
in this public file I came across even uglier stuff, including letters from the
Israelitische Kultusgemeinde of Austria: Their chief executive Peter Grosz*
was applying for a police permit to demonstrate outside my Vienna lecture in the
Park Hotel on November 6, 1989, with a hate-filled coalition of three to five
thousand like-minded folks: the scum of Vienna would all be there, and Grosz appended
a battle-order of participating bodies.
There was something about this "Israelite
Cultural Community," the equivalent of our own respected Board of Deputies of
British Jews, that reminded me of that "Coalition for Human Dignity" in Oregon,
the mob-spitters. Perhaps it was the news clipping I found in this police file,
reporting that Grosz, in his loudspeaker address to the scummy multitudes, had
called on them to use Gewaltmassnahmen, violence, if necessary to stop
me lecturing. We evidently shared different cultures.
attorney Dr Herbert Schaller had issued an immediate Anzeige against Grosz
alleging criminal incitement to violence, but it was soon choked off in the conduits
of Austrian justice. Prosecutions are a one-way street in modern Austria. People
like Grosz got special treatment; while I was reading this police file 16 years
later in a Vienna prison cell.
* As fortune
had it, my cell neighbour for a time was Peter-Paul Grosz, a major Viennese cocaine
dealer; presumably no relation.
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