Real History , Liars, and the coming of war

As
I anticipated, there is clearest possible evidence that the page covering that event has been removed and retyped on the same typewriter but by a different typist..
— David
Irving, reading the British
Second Army’s record of Himmler’s death

March
18, 2003 (Tuesday), London

Up at 9:20 AM. I had written on January
8 to Duncan
Sandys Jr requesting access to the late Lord Sandys’ papers which are “open” in the Churchill archives, in these terms:

“For my work on the third volume of
Churchill’s life, I would like to consult a file of correspondence between Mr Duncan
Sandys and Churchill 1944-1945, which is in the Churchill College archives. The file is already marked as open, but needs your general consent, I believe.

There may also be other items falling in this category which I would like to consult. Duncan Sandys Sr provided major assistance to me already in 1963
when I wrote the book The
Mare’s Nest, about the German
V-weapons. I would be happy to send you a complimentary copy of vol. ii if it would interest you.”

Today, over two months later, he e-mails me refusing!

“The executors of Lord
Duncan-Sandys’s estate have considered
your request for access to his papers
and have decided not to grant it on
this occasion.”

Apart from the Allen Dulles
papers at Princeton, many, many years ago, this is the only occasion on which I have been refused access to a collection of papers in a public archive.

I reply:

“I am sure that the late
Duncan Sandys (Lord Sandys) would
strongly disapprove this decision. As
the executors may be aware from his
papers he gave me the greatest possible
assistance for my book The
Mare’s Nest in 1967, which was
serialized by The Sunday
Telegraph and Der Spiegel.
He subsequently invited me to his
receptions and cocktail parties. On one
occasion he personally escorted me
round the then secret Underground War
Cabinet Rooms!

However, the decision is
theirs and I shall ensure that it is
suitably highlighted in the
introduction to the third volume when
published.”

March
19, 2003 (Wednesday), London

The German Federal Archives today returned to me, at their own expense, the
David Irving Collection from the
Bundesarchiv, a big pallet of boxes. We have to pay £200 Customs charges. My boxes of papers have returned after ten years.

On July 3, 1993, the day they banned me from the archives building in
Koblenz “in the interests of the German people,” they had to undertake to return to me the half-ton of historical documents and papers I had collected and donated to them over the previous thirty years.

In the evening I settle down to scrutinise the diary of the British Second Army
Defence Company for May 1945, covering the arrest and alleged suicide of Heinrich
Himmler. As I anticipated, there is the clearest possible evidence that the page covering that event has been
removed and retyped on the same typewriter but by a different typist.

Remarkable that nobody else has spotted that (just as none of the conformist historians ever spotted that two of the most incriminating pages of Himmler’s famous speeches at Posen in October 1943
and in May 1944 had been removed and retyped by another hand).

What can that mean? Well, there are no entries between May 20 and May 23, 1945, the date of Himmler’s mysterious death; and since other sources indicate clearly that Himmler’s arrest was May 21, not May
23 as later claimed, it may mask what was happening to him on the missing two days.

Image above: David
Irving in the British public archives,
March 2003

March
20, 2003 (Thursday), London

Lawyer Peter Laskey informs me at 10:32 AM:

Penguin Books Ltd and
Deborah Lipstadt: I have this
morning received notification from the
Civil Appeals Office that the
permission application has been
refused by Dyson LJ
[Lord Justice]. . .

Counsel Adrian Davies says this refusal is monstrous, as the law is quite plain. As before, I am entitled to apply in open court for this negative decision to be overturned, and I shall. We have seven days to give notice of this, and it is good that I signed 2,300 letters to my transatlantic supporters last week, as we are going to need every penny for these last yards of this final mile.

Television news coverage this evening shows “Iraqi prisoners” surrendering to a
British soldier: two prisoners come toward the Tommy; while they are still some distance away he shouts at them in
English, “Drop to your knees” (They comply). “Turn round and face the other way.” (They comply). Amazing, how many
Iraqi peasants have a fluent understanding of English, and spoken in a northern
British accent which even I sometimes can’t understand.

The BBC cautiously states that the film has been supplied by the Ministry of Defence.

Needless to say our brainless TV commentators don’t ask the obvious questions. But the television coverage also throws up other baffling phenomena: the bombing of Baghdad, vivid and criminal, is spectacular, literally a gigantic fireworks display.

Military gentlemen to whom I talk agree with me that the weapons appear to have been loaded with chemical combinations designed to produce maximum flash, and large, oily mushroom clouds — the kind of expertise that special effects men in Hollywood are well known for. The bombload are designed in other words for their televisual effect.

The daylight brings confirmation confirms that actual damage to the big buildings is relatively modest, with individual rooms of ministerial buildings taken out, but nothing like the devastation that the RAF’s big 4,000- and
8,000-pound “blockbusters” of WW2 caused in Berlin.

Incidentally, we repeatedly see the flash of the missiles detonating three miles away, and we hear the simultaneous sound effect. Uh, shouldn’t the wallop take about fifteen seconds to travel to the camera’s microphone? I am mildly baffled by that one.

March
22, 2003 (Saturday), London

Big anti-war demonstration down marches
Piccadilly this afternoon. I walk with
Jessica down Down Street and take a couple of pictures of the huge throng, from next to the defunct Tube station; but there are isolated shouts of “It’s Irving.
Nazi Scum!” and we make a dignified return to the abode. It seems that that Far Left have captured control of what was in
February a genuine middle-English protest movement.

In the evening, Jessica, 9, crowns a day of perfect behaviour by deciding on her own initiative to write a letter to president George Bush, telling him to stop the war against Iraq, and saying she cannot stand the screams of the children who are being bombed. A real angel. She even adds words of criticism for B-Liar (Tony Blair).

Loud chuckles from Benté, as she reads it, and much pride from me, and I persuade
Jessica to make a Xerox before it vanishes into its envelope.

I dictate the 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue address to Jessica (‘What is the correct
Zip code?’ she asks), and she puts a picture of the London anti-war demonstration into the envelope too, for the President’s edification.

I tell her that many years ago
Josephine, may God rest her soul, wrote as a child to President
Reagan to protest at the poor quality of American TV programmes flooding onto
British screens. [Previous
Radical’s Diary]

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prepared on the international campaign mounted
to silence to author David Irving since 1989. In
its final form it will be longer, illustrated,
and have links to key documents on which the
narrative is based]

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