An
Australian judge has on that score alone
-- our unsuitability as recipients! --
found no difficulty in overturning the
deceased's wishes and awarding the estate
to his disgruntled sister.
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May
11, 2005 (Wednesday)
Key
West (Florida) MORE work in the evening on the Lina
Heydrich papers, for my Heinrich Himmler
biography; excellent stuff on Reinhard
Heydrich and his character, more marginal
about Himmler though there are some nice stories,
including an exploding joke-cigar, which was left
lying around his Sicherheitsdienst headquarters.
When I have finished transcribing Lina's stuff I
will post it on the website and invite
commentaries. May
12, 2005 (Thursday)
Key
West (Florida) I READ the Birnbaum
interview of Lipstadt over lunch, and later
send it to [my barrister] in London: "This
interview of Lipstadt will surely amuse you; she
comes clean on a number of points. Her malice comes
through thick and sticky." She seems to be totally
unaware of how much the trial actually cost, with
its appeals (and not counting my own time and
expenditure of course). There is discussion of my
archives -- Birnbaum even asks how much of it I
"stole"! Now of course is has all been stolen from
me by Lipstadt's lawyer friends. That is Round
Five, coming later this year. It seems that she is
having difficulty persuading any London publisher
to peddle her latest book in the UK. I wonder
why! An Australian, Michael Murphy, died in
2002, it turns out -- I amend my mailing list --
and left part of his estate to myself, Ernst
Zündel, and other incorrigibles. I was
unaware of this, but no matter. The international
community sent in the usual fire brigade to hose
that risk down. From a message received today, it
seems that an Australian judge has on that score
alone -- our unsuitability as recipients! -- found
no difficulty in overturning the deceased's wishes
and awarding the estate to his disgruntled
sister. That reminds me of my late benefactor Max
K., who told me and his friends that he had
left me "everything" -- the two million dollar
proceeds of his machine-tool business in California
-- to enable me to carry on the fight. After he
died, his family claimed that there was no new will
since 1982, and his widow even pursued me through
the courts for the sums of money he had provided to
the cause. In fairness to the widow, I must add that
m'learned friends advised me that had the will in
my favour been found and submitted I would have
spent the rest of my life in the law courts
fighting off her and her sons. And Max's California
lawyers, while they confirmed to me in 1998 that
such a will did exist, were not sure he had gotten
around to signing it at the time he died. I never
pursued the matter, as that would be foreign to my
nature. I phone Benté in London; sounds less
well, and I offer to come back sooner. I pass three
Copenhagen book orders for "Nuremberg, the Last
Battle" to her. I have started reading a manuscript on the US
Conservation Corps. It will be enjoyable, I think.
I am always willing to learn.  
FROM Brisbane, Australia, Beatrice emails that her
bank has received the thousand dollars I emailed
her -- proceeds of my little 15,000-mile road tour
of the US.
"Hi, Daddy . . . phew! Thanks
again very much, it's been a big help to us.
Mummy is here until 6 June, I can't believe how
fast the time is flying, it's going to be so sad
when she leaves, since we hadn't seen each other
in nearly four years and who knows when we'll
next see each other. Mummy has become quite
attached to Olivia too, she always has been keen
on babies, as you know! Here are some photos we
took at the koala sanctuary a couple of weeks
ago." She is now an Australian citizen and works for
the government. I wonder if I will ever see any of
them -- Beatrice and her new daughter Olivia. I reply that I'll help, depending on
circumstances, if her mother wants to travel to
Australia again, given that I myself am prevented
(by their prime minister John Howard) from
going there. Reminded in parliament that Australian
law makes it mandatory to allow visas to
next-of-kin, Howard replied: "In that case we
shall have to change the law again to keep Mr
Irving out!" (They changed the Immigration Act
already, after the full federal Court declared that
the immigration minister had illegally refused me a
visa in 1993). May
13, 2005 (Friday)
Key
West (Florida)  I
PHONE London to say that Benté can withdraw
nearly all the remaining money to pay school fees.
(That's all the money left from my grand tour.)
Jessica answers (eventually) the phone,
says she has literally just got home from
school. . . She says they were in the
school library today and a friend was reading a new
book about Anne
Frank which has photos and a caption about
a "Holocaust denier," "racist," and "anti-Semite."
"Look, that's your father isn't it," the friend
asked her. Charming, the schoolbooks they get to read,
clumsy propaganda stuffed down their tiny throats.
I tell her I corresponded many years ago with
Otto Frank, Anne's father, about the
authenticity of Anne's diaries (the letters are now
in the Sammlung Irving, at the Institut
für Zeitgeschichte). I mention to her the
ballpoint ink, the three different versions, etc.,
but I do not press the point. Jessica says knowingly that Anne's sister
Margot died of typhus, didn't she? I say,
"Yes, in Bergen-Belsen."
I add that Anne herself died there of typhus, after
being evacuated from Auschwitz;
and that her father Otto, who had elected to stay
behind, having contracted the disease too, was
being looked after by the (German) camp hospital
staff at Auschwitz when the war ended. "It is all a
very sad story," I tell her. I wonder how many
girls called Anne, and of her age, wrote diaries in
Dresden? "But you are anti-Jewish aren't you
Daddy," she teases. What is "anti-Jewish?" Are Rachel
Corrie's parents "anti-Jewish" now? Is the
entire population of the Gaza Strip anti-Jewish
yet? I remind her that it is these people who have
systematically smeared me for over forty years, and
that when I unsuccessfully tried to defend myself
against their global
vendetta they seized our home of thirty-eight
years and all its contents, including all her toys;
but I regret saying that as soon as the words are
out. It is not the Christian way to bear malice.
Besides -- the phone card is running out. Benté phones back, but is not well enough
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