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Mike of Reading University, UK, does not like Mr Irving or his history, Sunday, February 6, 2005
I AM currently studying history at the University of Reading. It's rather funny, but your name was mentioned in one of my classes... The professor described you as a most undesirable fellow who[m] all real historians are embarrassed by.
So I quickly looked your name up on the Internet . . . and indeed, you really are an undesirable fellow. I feel very sorry for you. I truly wish that somebody in your unfortunate situation (being hated by all your fellow historian colleagues) could be helped..
You seem to me to be a fake historian, and I can only imagine that the only people who read your bullshit are anti-Semites . . . and as history has shown us . . . anti-Semites always lose in the end. And by proscribing [sic] to your absurd revisionism, you will always remain just that, a loser historian.
So my question is, who[m] are you really writing your history for? because the only people who take your "history" seriously are anti- Semites? And again, as history has shown us, anti-semitism wont [sic] last-- and nor will your "made-up" history.
Like Hitler, it will kill itself somewhere in some pathetic bunker. Meanwhile, all you will have accomplished from your "history" is "world-wide" embarrassment for your name. Nobody really takes you seriously. People just think your foolish and/or anti-semitic. Why would you want to do this to yourself? What say you?
[If other Reading students will tell us who Mike firstname.lastname@example.org is, we will happily give his full name here]
David Irving responds:
... and to think that I have lectured to students at Reading University on many occasions, and the students at that time were bright, clever, educated, and outward looking.
Because she asked the brightest questions when it came to the discussion, I hired one Reading history student as a personal assistant for six months, Wenona B (right). I used to drive her home to Wanstead in my Rolls after work, and chat with her parents. Alas, I no longer have the car or such good assistants. She came from Barbados, her father was a carpenter, her mother (holding the car door) a simple housewife; and we all became good friends. You could not have wanted nicer neighbours than them; their one dream was to return home to their island one day. They were proud of their race, kind and sympathetic folks.
The real bigots appear to come from closer to home in Reading. But as we don't have your full name -- rather a cowardly evasion, I always think -- we can't really form any other impressions about you. You may be a Higginbotham, or Chu, or Ngula Nbula, or even a Goldfarb; we just don't know (or really care for that matter). Your type is always Mr Mike Anonymous, and I have no doubt that you will always stay that way.