The Australian Libellers and Enemies of Free Speech (23 October 1997)

David Irving’s Fight against Australian Suppression of Free Speech David Irving v Jeremy Jones date of documents David Irving after challenging prime minister John Howard in London

on October 23, 1997. (Australia) In the Supreme Court of Western Australia No. 1676 of 1993 BETWEEN: DAVID JOHN CAWDELL IRVING Plaintiff – and – JEREMY JONES First Defendant – and – AUSTRALIA ISRAEL PUBLICATIONS Second Defendant EXHIBIT NOTE Date of Document: 23 February 1994 Filed on behalf of: The First and Second Defendants Date of filing: 1994 Prepared by: Arnold Bloch Leibler Solicitor Code: 54 Solicitors & Consultants DX: 455 Level 21 Tel: 629 7444 333 Collins Street Ref:

AHN:934829:KAV MELBOURNE VIC 3000 (Mr A H Northam) This is the exhibit marked ” AHN9″ referred to by ANTHONY HUGH NORTHAM in his Affidavit sworn this 23rd day of February 1994. VERBATIM TEXT OF ADDRESS BY DAVID IRVING TO THE CLARENDON CLUB MEETING ECCLESTONE HOTEL, BELGRAVE ROAD LONDON SW1 19 SEPTEMBER 1992 This is a recording of my speech made to the Clarendon Club, September the nineteenth 1992. A public speaker, a humorous David Irving. (Applause).

Some of you ask me what the significance of this old hat is, it’s I’ve taken to wearing it on emergency occasions like this and in fact, it isn’t just any old hat it’s nearly 30 years old now; well it’s been polished to a shine. It’s my old hat as a German steel worker when I was in Germany as a steel worker back at the end of the 1950’s. I kept it handy, I also kept my old steel-capped boots, who knows I may need them one of these days. (Laughter).

In fact, this symbol here on the side, the circle with the 3 slashes, is the symbol which is the great rival, or was the great rival in those days, to Alfried Krupp. I applied for a job with Alfried Krupp when I was a student at London University and Krupp wrote back a letter saying “Dear we’d like to give you a job as a steel worker with us, but the British destroyed all our steel works, didn’t they?” So, no joy.

So, I went to the rival, that was the Thiessen steel works, which in fact has been pulled down now, because times change. Times change, economies change, some economies grow strong on the strength and the back and the sweat of the workers, and other economies grow weak, because of the follies and foibles of the government that guides them. Now I have a bit about that to say in the course of the next half hour that I’m going to talk to you today.

Really I’m going to talk about the media, the television, not only of this country, but worldwide, because I’ve had a lot to do with the Press worldwide and none of it is very favourable. I’ve always been an outsider looking in through the windows. But I’m not battering like a demented bee on the window panes, trying to get in, I’m standing on the window sill with my mouth open in frank astonishment at the sordid, perverse tricks and tactics that the Press adopt.

I think it was the view of a Mr Humbert Wolf, writing, back in about 1930, when he wrote these lines “You cannot hope to bribe or twist thank God the British journalist but seeing what the man will be unbribed, there’s no occasion to”. (Laughter). The journalist. the British journalist. Last time I spoke to you was

on July 4th on the afternoon of my return from Moscow with the Goebbels Diaries in my pocket, which the Sunday Times began serialising the day after, And two weeks later that serialization in the Sunday Times collapsed in flames. They had entered into a contract to pay me £80,000 for that particular job They were scooped two days before, and by the Daily Mail. The Daily Mail paid £20,000 for a rival set of rather inferior copies of the Diaries.

And much to their rage, the Daily Mail then found having trumpeted it for one week, that it was rubbish to say that David Irving was one of the few people who could read the handwriting of that German propaganda minister, The Daily Mail found that they couldn’t read the handwriting of the pages that they’d paid £20,000 to get. (Laughter).

So there were some nice inside things happening, but what was less nice was the fact that Andrew Neil, the Editor of the Sunday Times attained from me these diaries. He published them. If you remember he had sixty foot long hoardings, posters in all the Jewish ghettos of Great Britain, I had nothing to do with that, I thought it was rather tasteless; got a certain amount of glee out of it, I must admit at the thought of these sixteen foot tall swastikas appearing one morning. (Laughter).

I had nothing to do with it. He didn’t come to me. Andrew Neil didn’t come to me and say “Irving, what can we do really to get up the nose of those people. (Laughter).

If Andrew Neill had said to me what can we do to get up the nose of those people, I’d have said Andrew, why don’t you put up sixty foot posters, red, white and black with fifteen foot swastikas and some Goebells’ phrase like “the world will tremble when we depart”. (Laughter) That’s what he did, and of course he never heard the end of it.

But, a week after that, he then announced that he’d had enough of having published the material I’d found in the Moscow archive, he said he wasn’t gonna pay me. He welched on the deal. He published the goods and then just announced that he wasn’t going to pay. And he thought he’d get away with that. But it’s a big mistake, and I know why he did it, and I must say that a tiny corner of my heart bleeds for him, in fact if I were a 1950s journalist, I would light a little candle in my heart.

A little candle in my heart you remember. That is what the then Prime Minister of Israel said, if he lit a little candle in his heart everytime a British serviceman had been killed in Palestine. So I light a candle in my heart for Andrew Neil, for all the trouble he got himself into.

He told me half way through this crisis that The Sunday Times found itself in, that at no time in his entire journalistic career, had he ever come under such immense pressure from, you know who, from over our traditional enemies. Pressure not just from the advertising industry, pressure not just from the self-appointed ugly, greasy, nasty perverted representatives of that community in Britain.

He came under pressure from the international community too, because The Sunday Times like many other newspapers needs international capital to survive. And the international capital is provided by the great international merchant banks, and the great international merchant banks are controlled by people who are no friends of yours and mine.

And Andrew Neil found that the sixty foot long posters had annoyed these people, And they put immense pressure on him, and he knows this because from all over the world, I’ve been getting press clippings sent to me. Nearly two thousand press clippings, in those 10 days alone. Any normal editor would be delighted at the publicity of two thousand press clippings. You’ve dominated the front pages of all your rivals, day after day after day. But for him it was a total nightmare, he told me.

His hair shrivelled until it resembled the short and curlies on his head. One of the few men who wears his pubic hair on his head. I don’t want to get offensive about him. Believe me I’ve got no desire to be offensive about Andrew Neil. But he has his short and curlies crowning his head, and of course where his pubic hairs are, his bollocks can’t be far away. (Applause).

Some of you may think this is David Irving taking a pretty robust view about his erstwhile editor, and the answer is yes, because as I said, he welched. He decided he wasn’t going to pay. He announced to the newspapers, who were putting him under pressure in the Jewish Chronicle front page, the International Canadian Jewish News, the World Jewish, the American Jewish journals. He said I’ve decided to break the contract with I won’t pay him another penny.

This is going to cost him dear because just three or four weeks ago, we served a High Court writ on that gentleman. On Times newspapers and he’s now going to learn what he probably didn’t realise as a newspaper Editor, that only a few weeks down the road from receiving service of a writ from the High Court, comes a very ugly stage called discovery, Capital D, like H, capital H, Holocaust. Everything that has a capital letter is a bit phony but a bit nasty too.

Discovery is the nastiest phase you get into in a High Court action, because it’s when you’re required by law to open your innermost secrets, you innermost files and documents. I had to provide copies of all my telephone logs and private letters and diaries, I don’t mind, I’ve got no compunction.

But he has to provide to us, and to my solicitors copies of all their internal conference memoranda, all their internal minutes, all the letters between himself and the advertising department of the Sunday Times, telling him they’re coming under immense pressure from Marks and Spencer and the merchant banks and all the big companies and corporations that I know put pressure on Fleet Street, on Wapping, on the traditional organs of the British media to alter opinion, because it doesn’t satisfy

and soothe this minority. I know it happens because it’s happened repeatedly over the last thirty years of my writing career, and journalists who are basically decent upright, honest and true people, deep in their hearts they come and tell me privately – Philip Knightley of the Sunday Times, many years ago when my book ‘Hitlers War’ was first published he said “David, you know The Sunday Times had a contract to serialise ‘Hitlers War’, but they had to repudiate the contract under pressure from

the advertising department because of the pressure that the advertising department of The Sunday Times bad come under from Marks and Spencer and other bodies like that”. These are the documents that are going to have to be produced in the High Court a few months down the road from now by Andrew Neil and Times Newspaper Ltd.

They’re going to have to produce all the letters that were written to them by all these self-appointed community leaders, by all the various bodies and worthies and Labour Members of Parliament, and Lesbian groups, by all these gagglest gangs of groups that have been demonstrating outside my apartment in Mayfair again this morning.

This odd and motley and ugly and perverse and greasy, and slimy community of anti-fascists that run the severe risk of making the very word fascist respectable their own appearance. (Applause). It’s all going to come out in the wash. The media was thrown into a total frenzy by the realisation that Andrew Neil had commissioned me, of all people, as they said, to work on the Goebbels Diaries. In fact, it was the other way around, I commissioned the Sunday Times.

It was my project, I had the materials, I gave it to the media. The Sun, when it came out, that worthy journal. The Sun came out with a little article, they called it ‘Goebbeldygook’ (Laughter): “In this column 3 weeks ago, I warned that Irving was planning a London rally to publicise his warped views that it’s a myth that six million Jews died in Nazi gas chambers.

We’re going to be proven right, I give it another six months to run that particular legend, and then the whole legend will collapse. “I asked the Home Secretary” said this trumped up journalist, of The Sun “to ban the rally as a threat to public order”. Who is a threat to public order, us or them? The people outside who demonstrate, that’s the way these journalists write when they’re acting on instructions from above.

They don’t get a kind of circular, they don’t have a duplicated memorandum saying, “Oh by the way, twist what you’ve got to write about Irving, twist what you’ve got to say”. They’re on auto pilot. They know what they’ve got to write, they know it, if they want to keep their jobs. Later on, they’ll become window cleaners with the rest when The Sun folds, and then they’ll have a decent and clean job they can do.

Until they’re cleaning windows, they’re writing this kind of garbage. “I asked the Home Secretary to ban the rally as a threat to public order. But it went ahead, the violence that any fool could have predicted. David Irving’s status has been enhanced by working for one of Britain’s most prestigious papers”. A word about that word prestigious, incidentally. Those of you who used to subscribe to my old magazine Focal Point.

You remember that at the back page you always used to have something called “Prestigious Claims”, a competition. People used to submit things like Sotheby’s, the prestigious auctioneer. But the real meaning of the word prestigious is not something glittering, and amazing and fantastic. Prestigious if you look in the Oxford English Dictionary means fraudulent. Nothing to do with being wonderful and magnificent. Prestigious comes from prestidigitation, “Oh there’s that picture again”.

Like in The Independent. Prestidigitation which means slight of hand or conjuring or deception. Hence, prestigious. fraudulent. Sotheby’s, the fraudulent auction house. Working, David Irving working for one of Britain’s most prestigious papers, The Sunday Times. Well I suppose that it’s true, one of Britain’s most fraudulent papers, The Sunday Times. (Applause).

My reputation’s so enhanced apparently, for example, The Guardian then went on to give Mr Irving half a page to expound his obnoxious views. 15th of July. On the 18th of July, in no other newspaper than The Sun, they gave me half a page to propound my obnoxious views In the same newspaper, “Give blacks £30,000 to go home, says Irving”. (Applause). £30,000 to go home, I never said this. Again they’ve got the drift of what I said. (A member of the audience shouts “a one day travelcard”).

They got the drift of what I said, but I was also very plain when I said in an interview that they’d concocted, I never gave an interview to The Sun of course, but they concocted this half page interview in which they give my views, in a very positive manner.

I said many years ago, I think, that it is time to find some way of persuading the ethnic minorities in this country who are unhappy, and who are causing much unhappiness both to themselves and to others while they’re living here, to find an upright and honest manner in which we can transport them back in a benevolent manner to their homelands, if they wish to go, but we have to make it attractive to them.

We have to provide them with a full economy, a full employment economy to which they can return. You can’t send them