David Irving’s Action Report (June 1997)

index to Action Report #15 today’s ” AR-online” Letters to David Irving’s ACTION REPORT The daughter of Auschwitz commandant writesCAN you tell me if the crematorium that I saw at Auschwitz I (main camp) was ever used at this camp? Even Anneliese said, “those were not there,’ when she saw the pictures I took of the inside and outside? The originals at Birkenau were destroyed before the evacuation of the camp, were they not? I am busy working on my book, and yes, I took pictures at Auschwitz.

David Irving replies: As you know the authorities at Auschwitz have formally banned me from setting foot in their archives. I wonder what they’re trying to hide! It’s plain that Auschwitz I, the Stammlager, has undergone a monstrous face lift since 1945, with many edifices erected there since the war. A crematorium with a chimney which is not even attached to the building — a dummy! — is one example.

The “gas chamber” shown to tourists is another, as phoney as the magic castles at Orlando and Anaheim. That is why your mother Anneliese Liebehenschel did not remember them. They were erected by the Poles in 1948, as they now admit . It is a scandal, but anybody who breathes a word about the fraud out loud is persecuted, fined, and (in Germany, which doesn’t have a wonderful human rights record so far this millennium) imprisoned. Watch out, Travellers to Germany!

When K. and I went to Salzburg in the fall of 1997 we had to fly to Munich and continue on by train, there being no direct flights from Seattle. At Munich airport they took us out of line and went over our baggage with a fine tooth comb. I had nothing in my luggage that hinted of Holocaust denial. This incident confirmed my suspicion that they are watching everyone. I am sure they were looking for something to put me in jail for. Just another incident to be aware of.

All Revisionists on the Internet should be aware of this. D., Seattle AR: D. is an active user of the Internet. It reminds us of once when we were leaving Montréal to drive to Boston; arriving at the Canadian border at 2 a.m., our car alone was taken out of the line, we were taken into a building, and through the window we saw to our astonishment the car being literally dismantled — door panels unscrewed, floors taken up, wheels dismounted, spare wheel deflated.

Fortunately we had sent all our stocks of narcotics, AK–47s, Nazi flags, hammer-and-sickle badges, and pornographic literature on ahead by Canada Post, and we had stored all our Gold Krugerrands in a Swiss bank, so the car was bare. After two hours they handed the keys