Diary: September 1, 2013

Real History, and a Radical’s Diary

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Wednesday,
August 14, 2013
Eton (England).

DEBORAH LIPSTADT, the acclaimed historian, has taken her dog-and-pony show to Australia, thirteen years after her trial for defamation. She should get a life. Oh, this is her life, being paid to wail, whine, and waffle. Her successful UK High Court defence cost her friends thirteen million dollars – not her money of course.

She has published a biography of Adolf Eichmann, a notable achievement for a woman who reads no German and speaks only American (with a painful Joizy or
Jerry-Lewis accent), Hebrew, and
Yiddish.

Dragon-slayer, libeller: More from Deborah Lipstadt on her heroic single-handed
Battle to Beat the
Denier,
David
Irving: uh, at her trial she refused to go into the witness box. Amazing what money alone can do
[see Our
Lipstadt dossier]

When HBO began making a TV movie on the
Lipstadt Trial, Anthony Hopkins was selected to play me. We asked: But who can play
Lipstadt now that Rock Hudson is dead?

An Australian Lynn
Henty reports on Lipstadt’s appearance on
Australian radio programme Late Night
Live:

She
portrays herself as the underdog in your
court case with a pro bono lawyer, says you
deliberately falsify research info when
questioning the Six Million, says Irving is
like shit on your boot, not so bad if its not
spread around; she was interviewed by
self-righteous old communist Phillip
Adams on ABC radio

I thank her: “These professional Jews seem to be obsessed with excrement. I think they should seek psychiatric help, that’s always a red flag to those skilled in such things.”

As for Phillip Adams, he always had his knife out for me — relatively safely, as he is twelve thousand miles away and knows I am banned from
Australia. Adams joined the Communist Party at age 16 – in 1956, the year of the Hungarian
Uprising! – but left at 19. We shouldn’t hold that against him, perhaps just pencil it in as
“a fact of interest.”

” RICHARD Burton” again phones, twice within one minute (I do not pick up in time, and again
Caller ID shows: “No number”) to ask in a belligerent tone when a Radical’s Diary will be posted. The voice is distinctly common, North
London. I remain hostile. “Mr Burton, or whatever your name is, Why have you withheld your number?” “I haven’t.”

I tell him that Caller ID shows that he did, and I am cautious with such callers. Same common voice, with no friendly undertones despite professing to be “thinking of” making a donation. Etc. He ends with “Okay.” — I suspect he is trying to locate my cell phone, for whatever no doubt unpleasant reason.

Into Eton to charge Robert H’s card. The charge duly clears, and I send him this message:

We
would prefer that you reorganise your return
flight [from Poland] to depart on the
10th., as per our previous mailings. If you
need to return to Canada before the end of
the tour I will provide you at our expense
with a car and driver (probably Martyna) to
take you direct to the Warsaw airport, as we
shall be in northern Poland (East
Prussia).

I have a long talk with my German lawyer. I say my view is that the Munich judgment has not been aufgehoben, he says that
faktish this is correct but in law facts don’t always count, as Munich and Lüneburg take the opposite view. I say that Munich evidently believes there is no need to conclude the matter as the old ban is still in force. I persist, surely it cannot be, absent a
successful appeal by Munich.

I repeat for the benefit of listeners that I am keen not to break any laws.

“I am sorry if I have made you cross, says
Robert H., but … this trip is an enormous priority. I understand your whole approach now in scheduling now by the way.”

I reassure him:

you
have not made me cross at all. I am paying a
rather cross Polish girl who is handling the
hotels etc., and she snarls at me a bit, but
I can take it. We shall make you as
comfortable as we can and go the extra mile.

Thanks so much for your understanding.

I WRITE to Jessica:

…
Just checking to hear that you are well. Hope
the US card is of good use. You have that
privilege as a reward for not going near
drugs, cigarettes etc. Instantly revocable of
course. Two more silly UK girls your age
arrested in Peru yesterday (their Mums
thought they were just whooping it up in
Ibiza), facing 25 years’ jail now for
carrying 10 kg of cocaine. Of course they had
fallen for some kind of police sting.

My
housekeeper says they had it coming, but I
still feel kind of sorry for them. They’re
learning the hard, very hard, way.

My housekeeper says hello, and her seven cats say (of course) just miaou.

Thursday,
August 15, 2013
Eton (England).

I WORRY during the night about the forthcoming Germany trip. The free democracies!

I drive into London, pick up a SatNav from
Halfords in Chiswick on the way, and am at the restaurant in Mayfair at 6:35 p.m. [Third daughter] Paloma and Adam there for supper.

Two fair-skinned gypsy beggars aged 12 to 14
come along and aggressively threaten us with violence when I pull out the mobile phone and start dialing “9–“. “I will smash a glass into your face,” snarls one, etc. Their mouths are full of violent obscenities. Phony name tags on leather straps, which they decline to turn round so I can see the name. Claim to be Irish, but strong Eastern European accents. Very violent, and protected by our “anti-racist” governments.

Since we first moved into that street in 1968, the city has become uglier and uglier. The buildings the same, but the people — the people!

Friday,
August 16, 2013
Eton (England).

I AM regretting having arranged the UK tour.
I should be writing, not driving. Michael M. reports from Southampton about posters and leaflets announcing violent attacks on my meeting there:

At
least now you’re aware. I’m not the only one
who’s been tearing these down by the way.
I’ve seen a fair few … that I certainly did
not get to. Honestly speaking, if you are
putting in an appearance, I think you’ll find
more like-minded individuals here.

DEBORAH Lipstadt is still safely and no doubt very lucratively slagging me off in Australia.
Lipstadt (“what, me a libeller?”) says : “When he was a child during the [1940] Blitz,
David Irving would stand on mounds of rubble giving the Nazi salute”. Gosh, we had completely forgotten doing that.

left:
David Irving with twin brother Nicky in Essex
in 1940, shortly before or after the incident
described by American historian Deborah
Lpstadt in Australia

Hugo has emailed.

To Kevin about Sunday’s Southampton talk:

The
“Antifa” are placarding the whole city
threatening mob violence in their usual
charming way. I am reluctant to expose my
guests (or myself) to that. I have identified
one mole I think, and I will send him to a
homosexual bar and apologise humbly after.
That was a retribution first recommended to
me by the late Tony Hancock in Sussex.

And a plague upon them all. I register for a new investigative device, and pay the £87
fee or so, as it seems a good addition to
SNIFFER.

I wonder what these folks would do if it weren’t for me. Antifa announcements:

Well-known
fascist and bogus historian David ‘Berlin’
Irving is planning to tour the country to
speak about the life and death of Heinrich
Himmler.

Fixtures
are planned for London, Edinburgh,
Southampton, Exeter, Bristol, North
Yorkshire, Manchester, Newcastle and
more.

Irving’s
revisionist view of history is motivated by
his rabid anti-Semitism and admiration of
Hitler, generally making it up as he goes
along.

An
old friend of Oswald Mosley, he

has
travelled the world promoting Holocaust
denial and inciting racial
hatred.

Irving
has been imprisoned in Austria, deported from
Canada and banned from entering numerous
other countries. On his planned return to
Germany after a 10-year ban, the German
hoteliers’ trade association have pledged to
deny him accommodation.

Why
should we have to put up with him
here?

Protest
called against David Irving in Newcastle upon
Tyne, 6pm on the 27th of August 2013.

More
details to follow on North East
Anti-Fascists’ website.

Counter
protests also planned in Southampton (18th
August) and full details of Irving’s tour are
on the action diary page — let’s make sure
he’s opposed wherever he goes.

Called
by North East Anti-Fascists and supported by
the Anti-Fascist Network

I met Sir Oswald once in my life when he came to speak at University College London in January
1961 (right). I later found and published the proof that he had been funded by secret payments from Hitler and Mussolini. Not much of a friend there, I fear.

I am disturbed by the prospect of violence and damage on this coming UK tour, which I just cannot afford. I think therefore we will …
tactically take the windout of the “antifa” sails for future events. Nothing worse for mobs than to take their harp to a party and nobody asks them to play.

Jessica is not amused. She advises: “Stop picking fights with people! You’ll end up really hurt and I won’t feel sorry for you asking for it!” So I should allow myself to be silenced?
She should know her father better than that.

I IDENTIFY one of the mobsters and send him this fake message:

Please
note that we have arranged a minor time
change for the Sunday talk in the Southampton
area for security reasons. It will now begin
at three o’clock, not 7:30 pm. Location
details will follow in good time. I hope this
does not inconvenience you but your comfort
is of importance to us.

I direct him to the decoy site I pick with the help of an online guide to “gay-friendly” bars in Hampshire: The Pilgrim Inn. It is a homosexual haunt well outside Southampton.

I do more work on the “Churchill’s War”, vol. i:
“Struggle for Power” reprint, and am again surprised at how good a book it is. I can’t write like that now. Every sentence I write now costs me blood, metaphorically speaking.

Saturday,
August 17, 2013
Eton (England).

I FINALLY post the text of my 1988 Toronto speech on my website, which somebody sent me two years ago.

A journalist asks: “Hello, My name is
Patrick Knox and I am a reporter from the
Southern Daily Echo newspaper, based in
Southampton. I am interested in finding out where David Irving will be on Sunday ? Could we please attend ?”

A journalist? I send him to The Pilgrim Inn, the homosexual bar on the edge of the forest.
The journaille are no friends of mine.

Midday is swamped with emails and replies.
Coventry appears to be sorting out nicely. The
Pilgrim Hotel is indignant:

I
have been made aware by Patrick Knox from The
Daily Echo that David Irving is planning to
hold a book talk here at 6.30pm. I am
advising you that you are not welcome within
my establishment tomorrow with regards to
holding a book launch and talk here.

Please take advice that you will be asked to leave if yourself or any of your followers, colleagues and team turn up. You have received no permission from myself to hold this event here and the information that you have given the paper is incorrect.

I hope the Antifa got wind of it.

I respond. “I am sorry you have been misled.
Somebody has apparently been taken for a ride.”

I send out the first refusals for our
Southampton function:

As
you know, on our registration page we
reserved the right to refuse admission to our
events. This does not reflect negatively on
you, merely that we attach importance to our
guests’ comfort at these functions. We have
already refunded the registration fee to your
account. Sorry to have to disappoint you like
this.

My housekeeper stays out all evening. I suppose she went on to darts and forgot to tell me. Or, more likely, I forgot. So, no supper. I work until late, two more chapters of
Churchill vol.1, and root out more minor
OCR errors. Somebody or something taps on the window, tap-tap-tap, which catches my attention.
I wait for a follow-up but there is none. I draw the curtains after a while.

Sunday,
August 18, 2013
Eton
– Southampton (England).

PLEASANT dreams about Carla
Venchiarutti in the last hour before waking
— a girl one might have wished for, were one not happily married at the time.

As anticipated, “Richard Burton” calls from
“private number”. I answer the call, but say nothing, just listen for 34 seconds. He (the same common-voiced man, ca thirty) says hello, hello, — nothing else, and no background voices or noises — twice, then hangs up. I speculate that they are hoping to track the phone. I will take the battery out at one-thirty p.m.

Journalist Graham Horne phones and mumbles something. I say, “Yes, the meeting’s going ahead, but we’re not inviting the press.
Alright?” and hang up before he can reply.

Movement on the French eBooks operation: “I found the following titles in French,” writes my agent there:

• Rudolf Hess — Les années
  inconnues du dauphin d’Hitler, Editions Albin
  Michel, Paris, 1988 (1 volume)
• Göring, le Maréchal du Reich
  (1933-1939 / 1939-1946), Editions Albin
  Michel, Paris, 1991 (2 volumes)
• La destruction de Dresde, Editions Robert
  Laffont, Paris, 1964 (1 volume)
• Hitler — Les carnets intimes du Dr
  Morel, Editions Acropole, Paris, 1984 (1
  volume)
• Insurrection !

  L’enfer d’une nation :
  Budapest 1956, Editions Albin Michel, 1981 (1
  volume).

Tuesday,
August 20, 2013
Eton
– Exeter (England).

Emails at 8:37 a.m: Paul …, of whom I have become suspicious, texts twice at 7:30
demanding to know the Exeter location. I reply to a similar email (sent last night) (in which he writes: “So, Herr Irving … where be this mysterious Exeter venue/meet?” — “Paul, I phoned you twice last night and got a strange voicemail message. I asked you last night by email to call my number. You twice texted
me this morning around 7 a.m.

There are security reasons why we try to contact applicants who are not known to us.”

11:51 a.m. call from a withheld number, “no number”, male caller, 30-40. I say he has called the wrong number.

A Jewish Chronicle journalist
Jonathan Kalmus asks a cheeky question:

Mr
Irving, A statement about your UK tour would
be helpful. Is it shaping up as successfully
as you would have hoped? Has the response for
tickets been strong? Many people are
beginning to question whether your UK tour is
happening at all or whether you will visit
all the places you claim to be speaking in.
Police forces around the country do not
appear to be taking the existence of the
events seriously, despite anti fascist groups
claiming they will be protesting.

Also, no
details have emerged about your event in
Southhampton. Did it actually take place?
Many people can’t quite understand why you
would not hail your own event as a success
post-facto, if it actually happened. Could
you assist?

Ho! I reply:

Dear
Jonathan Thanks for the interest in my tour.
We do not invite the press — not to the real
locations anyway — for reasons you will be
familiar with. The tour is real. Why should I
organise a fake tour? We are not all
fraudsters like Bernie Madoff. And why
should the police be interested? We do not
break any laws. Is there something the
Jewish Chronicle knows which I don’t?

I am speaking in Exeter this evening, and
pausing on the M5 this moment.

MY German lawyer reports on the German ban situation: “Ich weise zunächst auf
§124a Abs. 4 S. 5 VwGO hin. Die Stellung des Antrags auf Zulassung der Berufung hemmt die
Rechtskraft des Urteils. Ich bin jetzt dabei,
Rechtsprechung und Kommentarliteratur zu der
Norm zu sichten.”

I respond: “Vielen Dank für die
Benachrichtigung. Ich bin allerdings jetzt auf
Vortragsreise durch England und Schottland, zur
Zeit in der sudwestlichsten Ecke, Exeter.”

Would be historian Terence Br. writes:

I
am a mature student in Limerick Ireland and
im studying for a BA in history , could you
please give me some advice on what makes a
historian

I suggest: “Research in the archives, think outside the box, never be satisfied with politically correct solutions. Fear naught.” —
It sounds easy.

Wednesday,
August 21, 2013
Exeter
– Bristol – Eton (England).

UP after a good sleep on a firm bed. Emails at 8:53 a.m.

I reply to a German inquirer: “Lieber Hans, your cousin can contact me best here
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