Political prisoner David Irving has already written 1,000 pages of a new book on his persecution. This four page excerpt was sent from his prison in Vienna. The handwriting of the British historian is very difficult to read. This rendering owes its existence to the reading skills of a number of people. A few places may be a little awkward, but the following is a good approximation of the latest work of this brave and brilliant historian of World War II.
(…) For many weeks I brooded on when the Poltermans Factor fitted into all this. Apart from the time eight police officers who had forced my car off the autobahn at gunpoint, they had been informed that I was a car thief – the Austrians could not have been friendlier. As word spread round Vienna’s Josefstadt jail on who I was, I received a stream of visitors. Jailers brought me magazines, mail, packets of coffee as gifts. One gave me a glass of whiskey.“Nobody must hear of this”. The enemy blubbered with fury in the national press when they learned that my books were in all the prison libraries, over a hundred as it turned out, including Hitler’s War. The ministries reassured parliament that my books had now been withdrawn. An unknown Austrian historian – nearly all Austrian historians are unknown – was appointed to check them. The books were burned. This would convince the world that Austria was not a Nazi state.
The criminal court permitted me to see a duly sanitized police file. Intelligence materials had been removed but it was still quite thick and went back sixteen years. The top transcripts were labourious and worryingly inaccurate, transcripts of my talks in Leoben (November 5, 1989) and Vienna (November 6) received by the police several weeks later. The public prosecutor in Leoben had reviewed the actual tapes and concluded that I had broken any laws; so had the Stapo officer who actually attended. The Socialist Student society at Leoben University had kindly supplied to the Stapo their own tape of my talk. Rather anxiously, the faded, yellowing arrest warrant had been issued by the Vienna Polizeipresident, Gunther Bogl, before any of the transcripts were received, on the evening of November 8, 1989; that was the day CCH on which the Berlin wall came down – an ironic counterpoint in European freedoms. Bogl’s panic was evident – the Viennese press that morning was reporting that Jewish and Communist organizations were calling for his resignation or dismissal for having failed to silence me completely in Vienna on the sixth?
Turning the page, I came to the pivotal documents. Although they can deny it; (2006), and pretend not to have been involved, its statements to the press, here was their actual Anzeige, their formal demand for my arrest and prosecution: the Communist-front, and largely Jewish organization, Dokumentationsarchiv des Österreichischen Widerstandes (Document Centre of the Austrian Resistance) had addressed this Anzeige to Bogl on the seventh, based solely on that mornings report in the far left newspaper Arbeiterzeitung (Worker’s Newspaper); a report which the journalist concerned, Christa Fochling, had almost immediately, partially retracted as inaccurate when sworn before a judge two days later.
Police chief Bogl had received this Documentation Center’s arrest demand, Anzeige, at midday on the eighth as the copy in my hands showed, and had acted on that alone. There were familiar names on its letterhead, including Professor Erika Weinzierl; she still promotes hate-filled “dogmas” of Austria’s historians, and may God have mercy on them otherwise, as newspaper photographs suggest that Erika has the kind of ineffable beauty that can stop a thousand ding-ding-ding full-night-up Number 15 London buses charging pell-mell down Pall Mall. The Archive Centre’s Honorary President was Professor A. Maleta: it is not an unusual name. Maleta is not Rumpelstiltskin. Still, I confess I did really wonder if this was the same Professor A. Maleta who had sworn affidavits many years ago that he had personally seen homicidal gas chambers in operation at Dachau, Himmler’s first concentration camp? (The German Government has long ago dismissed that particular piece of nonsense history; there was no such installation at Dachau.) A lot of people served time because of Maleta’s convenient little perjury.
Deeper in this public file I came across even uglier stuff, including letters from the Israelitische Kulturgemeinschaft of Austria. Their chief executive Peter Grosz was applying for a permit to demonstrate outside my Vienna lecture with a hatred-filled coalition of “three to five thousand” like-minded folks: the Vienna Gesindel was all there, in his _____ of participating bodies. There was something about this “Israelite Cultural Community”, the equivalent of our own unduly respected Board of British Deputies, that reminded me of that. Coalition for Human Dignity in Oregon, the mob-sprecher .
Perhaps it was the news clipping I found in this police file reporting that Grosz, in his crowdthe thousands, had called on them to use “Gewaltmaßnahmen”, violence, if necessary to stop me lecturing. My attorney (had) read that item at the time and we issued an immediate Anzeige against Grosz (* as fortune had it, my cell neighbour for the time was Peter-Paul Grosz, a major cocaine dealer; no relation.) for criminal incitement to violence, but it was soon choked off in the conduits of justice. Prosecutions are a one-way street in modern Austria. People like Grosz get special treatment; while I am reading this police file 16 years later in a Vienna prison cell.
“Gotcha!” Polterman’s people, these Lilliputian swarms , those international midgets with their buckets and ladders and threads, must have thought that they had finally got me strung down. (…)
© David Irving 2006