Wetbacks in Reverse? Ernst Zundel banned forever from Land of the Free

"Give us your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"

[ Note: After 14 years of legal wrangling at the cost of millions of dollars to both sides, the US government has ruled on discretionary grounds by an unelected bureaucrat named Ron Rosenberg, Chief, Administrative Appeals Office of the US Department of Homeland Security, that Ernst Zündel is banned from joining his family in the US.

According to this ruling, a dissident contesting a disputed historical claim such as the “Auschwitz gassing” is now a “…criminal of moral turpitude.” Can it get any more Kafkaesque?

More will be said about this latest Zundel development at a later time. For now, here is the latest installment of the ever-expanding Global Zundel-Saga… Ingrid Zundel ]

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Ernst Zündel, in his own words:

Ernst and Ingrid Zundel: Wetbacks in Reverse?

Within hours of my illegal arrest in February 2003, fourteen years ago, I had been given an expulsion order with stiff penalties, should I dare to set foot in America ever again in the future. Should I be so brazen as to attempt a re-entry and be caught, I was to be arrested “forthwith”, detained, tried, and found guilty – and put in prison to face a 20-year sentence as an illegal “re-offender.”

Not only that, I risked a $250,000 fine for being such a fire-breathing dissident insisting on free speech on a forbidden topic – all this still in handcuffs, without being allowed to at least see an immigration judge to explain that I was not an “illegal” – I had been in the immigration “pipeline” to be admitted to legal residence as a relative to an American citizen wife.

The day that Ernst Zundel was released from his 7-year prison term, supporters greeted him (file photo)

I had been given a social security number, a health check, two FBI checks that cleared me of any wrong-doing, inoculations, a work permit, a travel permit – the works! Not that any of this mattered at this point in the more than decades-long legal nightmare that followed. I was convicted despite all airtight evidence that I was not a “visa overstay” as had been falsely claimed.

Once I had served my time of seven years in six prisons in three countries on two continents for having asked “Did Six Million Really Die” – and after having successfully passed my probation hurdle of an additional three years – I was left, more or less, to my own devices.

My passport had been given back to me. It allowed me to travel to Russia, Spain, Italy, France, Austria, Poland, Belgium, Switzerland and elsewhere, visiting friends and loyal supporters, always wondering when the next trap would fall shut on me – what other judicial injustice was waiting.

I also tried to see Ingrid at least twice a year, always in some dishevelled Third World country. When traveling to Belize, the Dominican Republic, Mexico etc. to meet Ingrid – who cannot travel to Europe because we know for certain there were at least two Interpol arrest warrants out for her as well because of her Zundelsite/Internet work – I usually had to overfly Canada and the USA.

On this latest trip on March 15, as I wistfully looked down on the plane at the outboard display, crossing Greenland, Island, Quebec, New York State – and moseying along the Eastern seaboard and then inland, almost reaching Tennessee – I wondered what would happen to me if the plane was, in fact, forced to make an emergency landing in the United States or Canada.

There was this possibility. This threat was looming against me in the background. What if something happened mechanically to the plane and I was forced to step onto the so-called “free-est country in the world” – and be re-arrested?

Thus, when I boarded the Condor flight on the 15th of March to Cancun where Ingrid was waiting for me, I was keenly aware that I was entering a danger zone. This was a daylight flight – unlike other Condor flights I had been on where I could at least sleep through the night. These long, non-stop international flights are hard on my body and psyche. By the time yet another new Zündel drama unfolded, I hadn’t slept for almost 30 hours.

As I looked out of the airplane window, I saw a shadowy, bluish fog of sorts that seemed to come out of a small crack of one of these jumbo-jet wings that kept us afloat. I watched it for a while, unease on my mind. It didn’t go away – it just curled into itself and dissolved.

Suddenly, there was a crackled message from the Captain in the cockpit announcing that we were experiencing difficulty with the plane’s fuel gauges, which seemed to be malfunctioning. This meant, the Captain informed us in a terse voice, that we would have to make an unscheduled emergency landing “… at the nearest US airport.”

Here was what I had always feared!

This “nearest airport” turned out to be an airstrip in St. Louis, MO, not exactly a home base for large passenger jets. As we descended, I could see the tarmac, old and run-down, with grass growing out of its crevices! With white knuckles, we all held onto our seats. After one of the roughest landings I have ever experienced, we rolled to a stop and were asked to deplane, using a rickety ladder, flanked by several dozen US firefighters in full gear – all of them huge, nice, friendly men next to their flashing fire trucks. Clearly we had landed in the backwoods somewhere of the USA – and here I was, being asked to step down onto the hallowed soil of “the free-est country in the world” – risking yet another 20 years in gaol!

I knew that the Captain had no choice but to alert US Homeland Security and the border police of my illegal entry status. I rang for the flight attendant to let her know about my predicament – that my very presence in the US might cause an “international incident,” as they like to say in legalese. She looked at me, incredulous. Who was that placid senior citizen who looked as normal and as harmless as can be?

She scurried to inform the folks in the cockpit.

Next, the Captain came to see me, wanting to know what, exactly, I had done. I told him I was being punished for spreading historical truth – I had published a booklet with a politically incorrect question mark the Global Noisy Lobby didn’t like. He was shaking his head, looking doubtful. He, too, was left speechless, not knowing what next to do with this senior citizen passenger, almost 80 years of age, who sat there, smiling blithely, expecting to be handcuffed so as not to threaten the almighty USA!

I was the last to deplane. I was flanked by two huge black border guards, armed to the teeth. Off we marched, with me giving the thumbs-up sign to some 250+ co-passengers who stepped aside to let us through, bewildered and aghast. Everybody stared at me as though I had come from the moon.

This emergency landing clearly overwhelmed the airport personnel, and we had to wait for hours in a rundown, seedy reception area out of the 1950s. The two guards stayed by my side as though glued to my hips, and there was enough time to have a little friendly chat in the meantime. This was not the first time that I had entertained my captors with my woes as well as some hilarious highlights of my intrepid dissident past – and by the time it was my turn to have my passport checked, the three of us had now become fast friends.

Next, we were told US authorities were going to admit us “legally” into the US – as visitors! Fat chance for me, I thought! All the while, I feared, I might be sent back to the Vaterland. I crossed my fingers and toes in hopes that would not happen. But luck was on my side. I, too, was bureaucratically “paroled” into Missouri, USA – a minor miracle!

At first it looked like the fuel line problem could be easily repaired, and that we could fly on to Cancun. However, the mechanical problems were too difficult for the local mechanics to fix, and it was decided to order a replacement plane from Germany. That would take another 12 – 13 hours – with me getting ever more groggy from lack of sleep, lack of food and drink, and a simmering, low-level anxiety that sat in the pit of my heart.

Meanwhile, our passports were scanned; finger prints and iris scans were made of each passenger; and of course, thanks to Internet bio information about me that had been surreptitiously studied by the American authorities as well as several passengers, I took on ever more the trappings of an heroic global dissident celebrity.

I began to be treated not just with curiosity but with an open, smiling reverence by black and white alike. I will always remember a few of them with great fondness – for instance, a tall, handsome Mexican-American veteran, with decades of experience in the US military, as well as a picture-book tall, blue-eyed Aryan from the Midwest, coming from a family of nine children.

All of them were super-correct in their treatment of me – very helpful and accommodating. I told them that I felt homesick for my beloved little art gallery in the Tennessee Mountains – and being so near to where Ingrid and I had our place.

Ernst at home in Tennessee

Those uniformed, battle-hardened men seemed visibly moved. There sat a real live, officially criminalized White Supremacist-Holocaust-denying-Hate-monger among otherwise perfectly normal people, looking and talking exactly like them! “A criminal of moral turpitude” is how the US government documents described me!

Once again, I was the last one to be checked before having been granted “parole”, and promptly taken to a room for secondary screening. This procedure took several more hours of interviews by security people, and in the end, I was patted down and thoroughly searched, all my belongings, my money, my address book seized – and I was taken to a holding cell, windowless, brightly illuminated – the kind that I had already experienced in my decades-long travails while battling one of the world’s most vicious political lobbies.

The personnel who checked me into this cell seemed ashamed of what they were ordered to do – and fell all over themselves letting me know that they did not approve of this travesty – and were simply following Homeland Security orders.

I was given some small pillows, two bright yellow FEMA blankets to avoid hypothermia, and my two black, uniformed police or border guards, still armed to the teeth, told me that this was going to be my home until the replacement plane from Germany had arrived.

Thank you to some of the dedicated people who protect our country (file photo)

Soon additional, ever-so-friendly American guards came with three bottles of water, some potato chips and a hearty ham sandwich. No Muslim terrorist, this one, expecting special dietary favors!

It was long after midnight. I slept a little, in spite of the bright lights. There was a video camera on the ceiling, the usual surveillance equipment.

The hours passed slowly. After a while, two officers came to see me for an update. They told me that the plane from Germany was experiencing strong headwinds and would again be several hours later than expected.

The night shift changed to the day shift, and familiar faces – officers I had talked with before in the waiting room – came to take over. Obviously, they too had checked up on me on the Net. They brought me a tooth brush and toothpaste, and a little later, to my utter surprise, a piping hot pizza and a delicious California salad, along with more water and even a Coca Cola – crowning this “hatemonger” prison fare feast with a piece of delicious blueberry pie.

To my relief, there was no attempt to send me back to Germany – and once the plane arrived, we were all processed one more time and allowed to board the replacement Condor plane. It was about 8:30 pm, March 16, by the time we took off to Cancun!

I did not have a telephone number for Ingrid, since no phone had been as yet installed in our little home in Mexico. I cleared the Mexican customs, got all the proper stamps, took an airport taxi and arrived at the door of my very relieved American citizen lady – who greeted me with “Am I happy to see you!”

We had lots to tell each other long after midnight – wrapped in two bright yellow FEMA blankets I had asked to have as souvenirs, which the guards had allowed me to keep.

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For a background summary of Ernst Zundel’s political outreach, please read Mark Weber’s excellent essay as published by the Institute for Historical Review:

http://www.revisionists.com/revisionists/zundel.html

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9 Responses to "Wetbacks in Reverse? Ernst Zundel banned forever from Land of the Free"

  1. JohnZ  May 1, 2017 at 4:56 am

    So Ernst Zundel is no longer welcome in the Jewnited States of Israel. IS it any surprise that this would happen? I have nothing but loathing and disgust for Washington, D.C. It is nothing more than a zionist swamp, corrupted to its very core and filled with criminals of every sort. Not a single individual with an ounce of dignity or moral proclivity. A government run by whores and controlled by the worst of humanity…..zionism.
    There is nothing left of what passed for some semblance of a republican for of government. Nothing at all.
    A police state run by a fascist deep state that considers the citizenry as enemies and potential criminals, where steroid laden cops murder, and assault innocent people; where women are raped or strip searched on the street, where children are sexually abused and assaulted by cops, where the mentally ill are executed, where even a routine traffic stop can now become a deadly encounter, America is now a dangerous place to raise a family. You have no rights as cops can now forcibly enter your home without warrant, hold your family at gunpoint for hours, forcing them to lie of the floor while they ransack and ruin your home only to find they have the wrong address.
    This is the America that exists today. Only it should no longer be referred to as America.
    The Constitution and the Bill of Rights have been tossed into the dumpster.

  2. Jack Heart  April 30, 2017 at 7:12 pm

    Seems to me that the curious case of Ernst Zundel sets a legal precedent for dismissing any and all acts of anti-Semitism as acts of self defense. Ernst and Ingrid have meticulously documented their long and arduous journey through Schlomos never ending gauntlet of pain for those who would dare question his lies. Their work needs to be trotted out like Old Betsey in a gunfight every time Schlomo shrieks his anti Semitism territorial call from his perch atop the intellectual void he has turned the western media into. The Zundels are some of the very very few I respect…

  3. Garry Compton  April 30, 2017 at 1:47 am

    Wow, I never expected to ever hear what happened to Ernst Zundel on VT. Typically, we see no compassion but only Hate/Incarceration or murder from the “Establishment” when it comes to sharing the truth. It was nice to see that some of the normal Americans showed compassion for Ernst. Those Zionists just keep showing their evil faces more and more these days. Great article to read and I like the way Dr. Ingrid put the story together – with a happy ending – this time. I have met some interesting folks while traveling throughout Mexico/ Cent. Amer. Oo dah chee y Spacibo

  4. Trakkath  April 29, 2017 at 9:24 pm

    Where may this land of the free lay ? Any idea where on this globe to find it ? It is Lalaland or down the rabbit hole in fairy tales.

    • Eduardo  April 30, 2017 at 3:42 pm

      How about Israel? They can’t be judged and are free to commit any international crime, have foreign armies winning their wars, nations throwing money at them through deception and all of mankind is their servant or blood bank. Sounds like paradise to me Trakkath.

    • JohnZ  May 1, 2017 at 5:00 am

      Eduardo, Indeed, anyone who dares criticize israel’s racist, apartheid policies towards the Palestinians or its evil plans for the middle east gets branded as anti-Semite.
      Had enough of their b.s. Had enough of their whining and self pity. Had enough of their lies.

  5. frog  April 29, 2017 at 6:06 pm

    Land of the free, home of the brave, give me a break.

    To know who rules over you, first find out who you can’t criticize.

    This story should go viral, please forward to all your friends, and enemies.

  6. wjabbe  April 29, 2017 at 5:55 pm

    The overriding consideration in this case should have been to return him to his wife in the U.S. for the remaining years of their lives period. Nothing else has anything to do with it. America is a shameful disgrace today to the Founders, to the meaningless Constitution and whores in Congress who have sold their souls to the devil and sold this country out to some evil expletives deleted. At bottom this is all about a massive sympathy scam and all the easy money it brings in especially when no one is permitted to question the details of the scam. This is all about a five letter obscene word MONEY. Their God is MONEY and nothing else. They would sell out their own grandmothers for MONEY. Their Motto: “I promise to do my best to help myself and cheat the rest.” Shame, shame, shame….a thousand times on America today.

    • Carnaptious  April 30, 2017 at 10:19 am

      It’s either a massive sympathy scam or a guilt trip. According to this times of Israel article, NuttyYahoo announced that four million Jews “could have been saved” if the Allies had bombed the concentration camps in 1942: http://www.timesofisrael.com/netanyahu-allies-could-have-saved-4-million-jews-if-theyd-bombed-death-camps-in-1942/
      Nutty knows darn well that if the Allies had bombed the camps in 1942, he would now be claiming that four million Jews could have been saved if the allies had NOT bombed the camps.

      I mentioned in another comment that I’d seen several articles making the same claim recently, that the Allies did not do enough to “save the Jews” in WW2. This kind of co-ordinated self-pity party / guilt trip is almost invariably a prelude to an Israeli attack on one of their neighbors. Lebanon looks to be the most likely target.

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