Key West, Florida
FOUR wieners for supper. Disgusting. Up at
2, 3, and four during the night; lying
awake worrying about expert witnesses: How
many will agree to stick their necks
I decide to ask Otto
Günsche if he will come over and
testify: but he must now be very old. What
a challenge, to have one of Hitler's
staff, facing up to the David
Cesaranis and the other liars. I last
saw Günsche at Hoffnungsthal in Nov.
1982. Would they stage violent street
riots against him: probably, because that
is the way they work. But for the sake of
Real History, it is worth a shot. Finally
asleep around 5:30 a.m., and up at nine
a.m. The headaches that have plagued me
all month appear to have receded.
Cycle out to the Rusty Anchor for fish
and chips. A threatening
E-mail from [Canadian
agitator] Warren Kinsella,
saying HarperCollins had not paid libel
damages to Racon either -- their insurers
had. Yeah, and HarperCollins had not paid
premiums for that? Right. I post his
response on the Website without
Fax from London, the latest from
Gitta Sereny's lawyers Lovell White
Durrant: clearly very angry about my new
moves for directions ("and don't post this
on the Internet!"). I respond sweetly.
This letter then to my legal friends:
The last two weeks the e-mail
has produced letter after letter from
around the globe of an evident
Previously there is nothing like
this. I do hope that, in their
desperation, the lawyers opposing me
are not stooping to such methods.
Today's offering is an apparent
world-wide inquiry: "Who is the most
important man of the 20th Century?" I
do not answer. Other strangers over the
past few days have inquired, "Who is
responsible for World War II?" "Is the
1939 Gleiwitz incident real, or staged
by the SS?"
At K-Mart, I search for a Tie-Dye
Barbie for Jessica.
This e-mail comes:
Could you pls inform me if
there are any publications dealing with
the duties and or activities of Dr
Rudolf Brandt or Karl
Wolff. Regards -- Richard Parkes
I note that both characters figure in
the Lipstadt Defence,
and I reply:
Very sorry, I know of no such
publications. Rudolf Brandt was hanged
after the war; Wolff struck a
no-prosecution deal with the Americans,
in return for ending the fighting in
Italy in 1945; the deal did not spare
him from the German courts however.
You'll find bits of Brandt's
stenographic diary on my Website. .
A quiet day, editing Churchill's
War, vol. ii, thank goodness. I work
on the garden table until one a.m., with a
table-lamp on a long cord.
This e-mail comes (from Stavros
Elias, another a.p.?) --
"I am an A-Level Student
studying History at Southgate School. I
study history and must produce an
individual assignment mine is entitled,
"Was there a systematic Nazi Plan to
exterminate the Jewish race from 1933
and how significant is Hitler in this?"
. . .Etc.
Work until midnight bitten to pieces by
mosquitoes. Benté sends a message
scornful of one of our friends. I
Gosh what a wimp he is. [.
. .] I repeat, what a wimp. Jessica
has more guts than he has (and she's
only five). Her Barbie has more guts
than he has. You have more guts than he
has. Etc etc. Lots of love D.
Pensive most of the night. What my
opponents indulge in is Virtual History,
as opposed to Real History. That phrase,
it really describes the antics of the
opposition "scholars." Finally up at seven
a.m. Terrific rainstorm begins, I just
manage to get things inside in time.
I leave Key West tomorrow with no debts
here, which is nice. Gradually emerging
from the dark forest of the threat of
insolvency; in one or two months we'll
have the new Hitler's
War out and cash flow again. Down to
Higgs Beach, but cafe deserted in the
Pick up a Buick at the airport.
I leave for Miami airport at eleven; at
Toys R Us near Homestead, I find the
requisite Barbie backpack and lunchbox for
Jessica; at Computer Village I buy two Mac
games for her. Running-costs of an infant,
I LAND at Heathrow at eight a.m.; taxi
to Duke Street. Alexis lets me in,
photocopying documents for Penguin's
lawyers, Davenport Lyons. How depressing:
London in March, gloomy, cloudcovered and
only 5 or 6š C.
Bed at three a.m. Terrible pains during
the night: I wake, the room is reeling,
when I roll over I black out, become
nauseous, I stagger to the front door,
clutching at walls and doors and
furniture, to unlock it in case I have to
phone for help. Then I throw up (first
time in fifteen years or so). Horrid
feeling. I narrow it down to the raw
sausage roll from the corner-store which I
ate unheated as a snack. I fall asleep,
wondering if I will wake.
Somebody rings the doorbell, but as
they do not show on the monitor I do not
Work until four a.m. Up at midday, and
at six p.m. I commence work on Lovell
White Durrant's latest list [the
Sereny libel action], a huge job. Work
until five a.m. I find a lot of items,
easier now the files are organised.
Mishcon have trampled on a lot of the box
contents, unfortunately: Index cards
ruthlessly shuffled, inverted, turned
round, etc. I work until five a.m.
(spending the last two hours scanning a
article I wrote on the PQ.17 libel
action, for the Website).
Dawn and Alexis appear around 9:30 a.m.
Alexis copies around five thousand pages,
and I take them by cab to Davenport Lyons
at five p.m.
Post list to Lovell White. Phone their
Mr Tench; he's still foot-dragging,
so I may go ahead with that Friday summons
after all. Then down to the High Court, to
try for a date for the summons against
Peter Stanbridge comes for lunch
to pick my brains about Hitler's bunker.
Up at five and seven a.m., can't sleep.
It's the seventh anniversary of the day I
returned from South Africa in 1992, and
found this fair Danish girl living here
It appears that the Nicholas
programme will be transmitted by BBC-2
this Saturday. No doubt the stunt with the
Pogromly board will feature
The Times publishes my job
advert, and the phone is ringing all day.
I start interviewing at 2:45 p.m., a
Pakistani girl, Romany S.; sharp, but does
not excite. Asked if she smokes, she
answers, "Not really -- occasionally." The
sallow skin and sunken eyes unfortunately
tell another story.
Air Commodore Probert comes at
three to talk about "Butcher" Harris; that
throws our timetable of interviews into
confusion. Elaine P. comes at four p.m.,
left no impression. Then Claire H., very
blonde and brassy, PR-orientated,
currently in the pop music industry,
aaargh, not a whisper of finesse. Very
talkative, gesticulates a lot.
At six I interview Rebecca
Wallersteiner, who turns out to be the
comely daughter of the Wallersteiner who
beset me in Vancouver in 1986. I thought
the name had a familiar ring (he claimed
to be SIS, etc). She begins by saying she
had a maternal grandfather in the SS, a
Sturmbannführer whom the Czechs
liquidated after May 1945; her paternal
side is all Jewish -- she has a real
She herself is Catholic, raised in a
Convent. She is followed by Ravinder Kaur,
a diminutive, muscular Punjabi, at 6:45
p.m. Perhaps she should not have said
"martial arts" when I ask her sporting
activities. Gaunt, smokey eyes; I suspect
she smokes too. These Asians are going to
take over this country, with their brains
Message comes from D:
I have just noticed a trailer
for something called Fear and Loathing,
a series on BBC2 that is to be
broadcast on Saturday evening I believe
at 6.05 pm. The subject is supposed to
be the Far Right in Britain. There is a
5--10 second sequence of film of you. .
This is interfaced with a riot scene
and a full screen swastika. I just
wondered whether you knew?
I did not. At all. Long live the
traditional enemies of free speech!
I continue interviewing all day and
into the evening. Eventually, as usual, I
start telling phone callers that the
position is taken. None really stands out
apart from one garlicky French girl, but
her qualifications are mostly
Prof. Donald Watt writes me, via
Key West: is too ill and old and beaten to
give evidence for me; a very friendly
letter, though; he would swear an
affidavit. At 4:13 p.m. I take a phone
call from a man to the unlisted line which
I use exclusively for the advertisement:
"Is this the phone number of David
"Yes." (He then hangs up). Now what can
that be? The advert did not mention my
At 5:15 p.m. Tanya D., an Indian girl
born in Kent, arrives for interview; 22,
solicitor, finished training, excellent
schools, well spoken. I warm to her, and
decide to hire her and a Liverpool girl as
assistants until the Lipstadt trial
begins. She is giggly and
over-enthusiastic, but if I use them in
tandem they will encourage each other, I
hope. I send out letters to the
Phone call from historian Peter
Witte, Germany. Friendly discussion of
sources on Heinrich Himmler. He
will now edit the Himmler
pocket diary for 1943--4. He regrets
the campaign against me, is a believer in
free speech, even though he admits he does
not share some of my opinions.
Saturday evening. Brother John phones
to say "well done". Uh--oh. He has just
watched the BBC2 television programme -- I
did not watch, having other things to do.
He says he's left the Liberal Party since
Paddy Ashdown came out for lowering
the homosexual age of consent.
At 10:16 p.p. an anonymous Hungarian
phones the unlisted number to say he
agrees with me about Auschwitz. (How has
he got the number?) Would very much like
to talk to me "for a couple of hours". I
groan, and ask him to phone again in three
or four days' time. (He never does).
I have resigned myself to losing Duke
Street. What a pity. Another month and it
would have been much easier. Still, I
shall fight to the last moment.
A Mark S. sends me this message about
the BBC programme:
What a pompous, jumped-up
little arse he [Nick Fraser]
is! Really, what with all his
puppet-like movements and
gesticulations, he is quite a sight!
I send this letter to Fraser and the
When you approached me
eighteen months ago, on Oct. 20, 1997,
you asked for my co-operation in your
projected programme for "Storyville"
about, you said, the suppression of
free speech, with emphasis on the
number of bans imposed on me by
countries around the world. You
interviewed me late last year, and it
struck me that your interview had no
connection whatever with that topic.
Last night, I am told, you screened
on BBC2 at nine pm a programme about
the Far Right, in which you used this
material, and which had nothing
whatever to do with the subject you
told me about. (I did not myself see
it, but I have read the news reports).
I do not consider myself a member of
the Far Right; and I would not have
agreed to participate in such a
programme, as was probably clear to
you. Can you please elucidate when the
switch was made in the project -- and
why I was not informed?
Long day, harrowing problems to deal
Eleven a.m. at the High Court. Master
Hodgson is quite harsh, refuses to
hear the summons for [Sereny]
directions as it is too long; he adjourns
it, allows a day's costs against me
assessed at £100. Tough. I say: "It
is worth it if it makes the point to the
defendants that I will not allow this to
be protracted much longer by them."
At one p.m. Benté phones, and
puts Jessica on the line to sing Happy
Birthday to me. A packet arrives with
original photos from Himmler's private
family album (in private US hands). A
ten-year old Himmler [left].
Blinking owlishly through spectacles.
Mass-murderer to be. And an SS
Reichsführer, visiting a Jewish home
in Russia in 1941. Sensational.
I take Jessica over the road to
Selfridges to buy stickers. I give her a
few coins as pocket money. She carefully
sorts out the pennies from the pounds, and
gives the former back to me saying, "I
can't use these."
E-mail from Daniel Dees, who's
organising a phone-talk by me to Canadian
college students in Ontario tomorrow
afternoon. He says:
I must admit my asking you to
speak with us has caused a great deal
of emotion among our school. I have
gotten a lot of rude comments, and
angry opinions directed towards me. I
understand, to an extent, how you feel.
I find it so upsetting that one cannot
discuss these topics in an open
environment. I (and others in the
school) simply want to hear what you
have to say. I hope it will go well. We
all look forward to it.
Message from former Imperial College
contemporary Douglas Owen, to whom
There were ten of us in that
Year, called the Preliminary Year, at
the Royal College of Science. Several
of my best friends are already dead --
Roger Loveman of cancer many
years ago; Mike Gorb [a
Jewish student] was killed
mountaineering a year or two after he
left Imperial College.
I lost touch with almost everybody.
Occasionally some pop up, like you! I
am still very much in harness, as
you'll see from the Website.
I lecture by phone to the Canadian
college class in Ontario. A caustic and
incorrigible history teacher called Rita,
with all the usual legends. An almost
inaudible male lecturer. Several good
questions from the pupils, e.g. why not
believe the Auschwitz eye witnesses, as I
used eye witnesses in writing the Dresden
book, etc. Later this e-mail comes from
I think you'd be interested in
a poll that we conducted after class.
Before we spoke to you, 85% of the
students dismissed what you had to say.
After our conversation, believe it or
not, 95% of the students felt you were
on to something, and that your
knowledge warrants more research on the
" holocaust " topic. We only had one
teacher totally dismiss you.
I thought you should know this
because you have had a great effect on
the way we perceive the holocaust. Your
comment on how the holocaust should be
remembered as innocent people dying,
and not because they were Jews, really
stuck with a lot of people.
So did your comments on the so
called "death camps". For all it's
worth, you've been very effective.
A Mr Gregory Livschutz [of
sends this one-word welcome to my e-mail:
"Lier." I reply, "Learn to spell."
S. READS the Lipstadt pleadings all day.
Says that Victoria Sharp's Defence
would have been thrown out in Bar School
for its length.
Easter Sunday. Up at 8:10 a.m., resumed
work on the backlog at 9:10 a.m. E-mails
have poured in now from North American
pupils assigned to write about Anne
Frank. Whatever her tragic fate, there
is something obscene about this
brainwashing now going on in schools all
over the world. I doubt that Anne herself
would have approved of it. It is
Orwellian, Goebbelsian, -- it is Nazi in
style and method. All of the messages are
composed in the same slightly illiterate
Today there is this message from a
Samantha, evidently in the eastern
Dear Dave, -- Hello my name is
Samantha and I am doing a report on
Anne Frank and I am wondering if you
have a timeline that you could send me.
She gets what is now my standard
I am not an expert on her, and
I cannot provide a timeline (try one of
the Holocaust Websites); she died in
the typhus epidemic that ravaged the
Nazi concentration camps in eastern
Europe at the end of the Second World
War. [. . .] With best wishes
for your paper, and don't forget to
keep me informed of what mark you get.
Needless to say, they never do. . .
In the evening, an e-mail from Scout
Productions about their film of
We are very close to finishing
the movie about Fred. We screened the
movie for Fred in December and he is
very pleased. We also had a screening
in January at the Sundance Film
Festival, where it is well received.
We are now trying to clear the
various film clips that we would like
to include in the film. One of the
clips is of you and Fred at the hall in
London where Fred is scheduled to
Thames Television, which has the
rights to that clip is asking for
thousands of dollars for a (9) second
clip. We would like to include this
event in the film, but we cannot pay a
ridiculous fee. Would you have any
footage of that event?
I am shocked to hear that
Thames TV is asking for a fee from you.
They flatly refused our request for a
fee for the exclusive right to film the
event, which we granted to them in
return for a strict undertaking not to
reveal details of the location or event
to anybody else. Their producer Sushma
Puri promptly notified the police about
the event, with the desire of securing
better newsworthy material, namely
Leuchter's arrest and deportation.
I write to Dr Joel Hayward in
New Zealand about his statement. He
responds with an unhelpful e-mail having
clearly had second thoughts -- and having
My guess is that you think I
am trying to worm out of testifying at
your trial. This disappoints me,
especially in light of the flak I have
taken from Jewish groups in recent
months after posting to the Wehrmacht
Discussion Group a letter defending
your WW.II scholarship. I have always
told you that my ability to testify is
determined by my teaching, admin. and
research workload here at Massey
University, which is currently very
high. My original "yes" -- and I still
have that e-mail -- is a tentative yes,
not a firm yes.
I send him this well earned
May I take it therefore that
your tentative Agreement has at the
last moment turned into a firm No. I
say "at the last moment," because these
witness statements are due on April 28,
and I had had no alert in the
intervening months from you to suggest
that you were pulling back.
I must be able to plan clearly. This
is a lawsuit with multi-million-pound
costs at stake.
Another David Cole, it