Real History and the Monarchy

I suspect that the magazine has falllen a victim to self-censorship — the same kind of insidious censorship that afflicted Marty Cummins, who owns the Orlando bookstore Chapters where I was scheduled to speak..
—
David Irving

April
16, 2002 (Tuesday)
Key
West (Florida)

A TOTAL of 151 e-mails are waiting for me already this morning. One from the
London leftwing magazine The New
Statesman — they are refusing to carry our advertisement for Churchill’s
War and Hitler’s
War.

Their advertising manager
Claire
Henderson has been badgering us for the last three weeks with emails, faxes, and phone calls to give them the advertisement, and we submitted the artwork to them on the agreed date last week, together with payment for
£2,700. They now email:

I am e-mailing you to let you
know that we are not able to carry the
advert for you. The artwork is being
returned to you first class and will be
sent back to the Duke Street address.
Yours Claire
Henderson

I reply:

I am sorry to have delayed
replying to your message. I am starting
a one month speaking
tour of the US — it goes to all
four corners.

You inform me that despite our contract which you faxed through to us and we have fulfilled you are not now carrying the advertisement. This is after you or your colleagues on several occasions contacted us pressing for the advertisement, of whose content you were aware of course since we sent to you last month a hard copy printed draft of it, and we drew your attention again to the online version. Will you please inform me of

  • what editorial or other changes
    would make the advertisement
    acceptable?
  • what has led the New
    Statesman     to break its contract
    in this manner?

I shall meanwhile invite my legal adviser to consider the implications of the above. I am very sorry that your magazine has changed its mind, as it has of course inflicted unnecessary costs on us, and probable financial loss too.

I suspect that the magazine has fallen a victim to self-censorship — the same kind of insidious censorship as afflicted Marty Cummins, who owns the Orlando bookstore Chapters where I was scheduled to speak the day after tomorrow; he also cancelled the fixture last week, at such short notice that I have been unable to reroute the crates of books that
I shipped to his address, or notify everybody who is planning to go there.

In thirty years of public appearances I have never let down an audience, however small, and I hate it when the weakness of others creates a situation like this.