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Subject: Silence from my father
My condolences to an inspirational friend Dr. Töben: His Father Died
A message from Michael Santomauro of www.RePortersNoteBook.com
Although "Holocaust denial" laws have created physical and mental hardship for such scholars as Dr. Fredrick Töben, David Irving, Jürgen Graf and Dr. Robert Faurisson, they have actually created an interest in this historical period for people, myself included, who normally would not be interested. My first encounter with a prominent revisionist was when I phoned Dr. Töben at his Australian residence from my New York office, not realizing I was ringing him at 6:00 in the morning, his time. A few days later I learned from David Irving's web site that the first person in the revisionist movement I contacted had been arrested in Germany.
I was perplexed. Why would there be laws to sabotage historical research for Dr. Töben? His arrest had an impact on my own pursuits in historical research. What struck a chord in my new thinking about the Holocaust, in particular, was a point he made during our conversation a few days before his infamous arrest. When I asked him what he believed, he said "I don't want to believe. I want to know." As simple as it sounds, that was my turning point in my immersion into historical revisionism.
His words, "I want to know," coupled with his arrest motivated me to become a web journalist and create RePortersNotebook.com, a collection of journalistic truths suppressed by the mainstream media. Its mission statement is the following: "The ramifications of dishonest news reporting divides people. Our purpose is to rectify false concepts in history writing and contemporary news reporting."
I am indebted to researchers such as Dr. Töben for the sacrifices forced on them, and for their courage in speaking out, at the risk of suffering physical and mental hardships. (And I would not have known about Dr. Töben, or his arrest, if I had not been exposed to the World Wide Web.)
As we enter a new millennium, it is mind boggling that it is a taboo to want to know about certain historical events.
New York City
Silence from My Father
Forgive me for being personal in this email, but some of us need to sort things out in writing and I am such a one. The following will also explain why there will be silence from me for a while.
"What more is there to life? I've achieved everything I wanted: I have my farm, I raised four children and I've slept with the same woman for 63 years. There is no more."
These words encompass what my father set out to achieve in life, when in 1940 at 23 he married my then 17- year-old mother. That was in Jaderberg, North Germany at the beginning of World War Two.
Although he spoke little about his war-years activities, father did talk about time spent in Norway as a member of the German occupying force. He didn't smoke and whenever he could, he would trade in anything for extra leave to go back home to his wife.
Most German farmers' sons welcomed the rise of Adolf Hitler and his National Socialist German Workers Party (NSDAP). Why? Farming has always been a financial problem and most were then, as now, indebted to the banks that serviced their loans. Interest rates were then, Pas now, a killer. When Hitler brought relief to the farming
community by disconnecting Germany from international finance, it was natural that this new breathing space brought within the German farming community optimism and enthusiasm for pioneering work.
Father told me how at one time he had to drive a truck full of torpedoes from Bremen to the northern coastline of Holland. Driving at night, he made an unscheduled stop at Jaderberg where he spent a few hours with his wife and new-born baby girl. Had the authorities known about this, then he would have been shot. He himself remarked that the following late morning the area around Jaderberg was strafed by British Spitfires. Had this occurred during the night, and had his truck been struck, then Jaderberg would have been obliterated.
This story father related to me when I spent a week at his hospital bedside where he was about to undergo a prostrate operation. He was hesitant about having it done because both his cousins died within six months of having their operation. They had both reached 75, and father, now at 80, did not want to die on the operating table but at home on the farm. An additional factor that led to his refusing the operation arose on the Wednesday when he was asked to sign the consent form for the operation. On this day an article in the Herald Sun stated how many patients die on the operating table. He didn't wish to take that chance.
We had a long discussion about it, and in light of father already having survived a back operation a few weeks earlier, he decided to go home. There were other means of coping with what I call the "female revenge" syndrome!
So by the end of the week he was duly discharged, and I drove him home.
Once at home he managed to get into a routine that enabled him to cope with the problem. Needless to say he was lucky because mother was also there. Mother's totally selfless and sacrificial devotion to her man saved him from going into a nursing home, something he dreaded.
Fortunately for both, doctors and the local hospital, and a number of district nurses, on a daily basis, supported mother as best they could.
Australia's rural health service is indeed one of the best in the world, and father would have agreed with my judgment. It all made it easier, of course, that his wish to die at home is also a state government health service policy to be supported wherever possible.
Father cherished and loved the land, and although he never made the big money because very few farmers do strike it rich, he once said to me that he considered himself lucky because he was his own boss. It was all a matter of developing a life-style
For him it was not at all attractive to be a big operator and die of stress. That this kind of attitude did not quite accord with what mother had in mind as to what life should offer her, was an element that ensured there was never a dull moment in their relationship. However, the attempt to view a six-decade-long relationship through Marxist-feminist eyes and categorize it as a slave-master relationship is an excessive simplification of such a complex relationship.
His ideals about sex, marriage, the family and the land were sacred elements in his life, and something not to be abused. If you go to bed with a woman, he would tell his sons, then be prepared to marry the woman. There was thus a certain honour within him that certainly fulfilled his life, and that kept him on the straight and narrow.
I must say that we as children had a happy time within that framework. My first full appreciation of classical music, listening to a recording of La Traviata, occurred on one of those usual Sundays when parents and children sat down for afternoon tea. Father and mother nestled in each others arms and we listened and we ate and drank - it was such a soothing feeling of being whole, of feeling complete.
Father certainly could not relate to anything that some of the so-called progressive educators claimed as a pillar of their ideology: change. On parents' farm things didn't change substantially but merely went through a cycle of life and death, growth and decay, waxing and waning. That this also applied to his personal life was beyond dispute. From his own hard war years' experience, he attempted to provide for wife and family as best as he could, even if it meant that mother began to speak through him! Later, father would give me a gentle hint that keeping a marriage together was indeed a full-time job.
Social life in rural Australia is quite vigorous and demanding, that is if you have the inclination to fully participate in it. Though now suffering from membership decline, Apex, Lions, Rotary, the Masons, among others, once were all active social clubs to which most individuals on the land belonged. During the 1970s in Australia it was the done thing to have social activities that verged on the daring: one of them, wife-swapping, was the in-thing. By the 1990s even homophobia had disappeared, and some young farmers outed themselves rather than have that proverbial shooting accident on the farm that usually occurred while climbing through a fence to collect the shot rabbit!
My parents did not join in club activities but saw it all and so ultimately remained private persons. After over 40 years in the community, they saw strangers come and go without putting down roots, and that is now also the sadness facing mother. Parents' social group of the sixties grew ever smaller throughout the decades. Some newcomers overspent and over-socialised and found that the bank manager cut the credit line; others moved on to seek the bright lights of city living. Except for a few individuals, my parents outlived their own group.
And so, together my parents whiled away their time, watching and participating in the natural life-cycle. When they arrived in the area to claim their bit of land, their three lakes were full, something that continued until a few years ago. Now, after a six-year drought, they are empty; it is the first time in recorded history that all lakes on the land have dried up. It is almost symbolic for them that they arrived during plenty while young and now faced the drought in their twilight years.
Still, for both father and mother, their joy has also been in their children's productivity, having made them grandparents and great-grandparents. Although happy with all his own children, father did indicate that he was worried by my activities. He felt that what I am doing is important and that I should certainly continue, but that it should enable me to make a reasonable living - something that is, of course, not the case.
Out of the six of us, parents and four children, it was only father and I who had the ability to make a divining rod bend. Although I am quite sceptical about it all, like father, when I hold a forked willow branch, or a couple of copper wires or bars, the things move.
During the late fifties father would advertise in the Weekly Times, then on weekends he would take the family for a drive in the Mercedes, and go water divining at the same time. He offered customers a money-back guarantee. No-one ever complained that where father said they would find water, none was found. I still am rather sceptical about all this because I have in mind James Randy who so graphically exposed Uri Geller's spoon bending exercise as a fraud. Few know that Geller throws legal writs at critics that question Geller's work. Geller charges any critic as preventing him from exercising his right to make a living. I think it's something to do with fair trading.
When my parents reached their 60th Wedding Anniversary, the usual congratulatory telegrams arrived, from Queen Elizabeth, the Governor-General , Prime Minister, State Premier and Governor, and local Shire Council President, among others. They enjoyed that kind of social recognition, though guardedly. As members of a small farming community, my parents were realists enough and not overvalue such social matters because farming life can be quite sobering.
When a farming community (any community) is in distress, as are now many through drought and unemployment, the political climate needs to be corrected from within the community first, something that is easier said than done. The question my father always asked was: How can a community correct itself when detrimental things, such as a questionable monetary system, are imposed from without that community? Usually critical voices are bought off to join the club, or they are chased out of the district.
Usually natural catastrophes such as fires, floods and drought bond communities into cohesive and co-operative units. Father's voluntary job within that context was to organize the food for the Country Fire Authority. Whenever the regular bush fire period arrived, Hans Töben made certain that the volunteer food brigade had enough food with which to feed the army of voluntary fire fighters.
Mother's spinning and weaving of home-produced wool, not only pure white but also grey, black, brown, etc. was a hit for the community at large. Whenever Heidi Töben held her exhibitions, father was allowed to play the drink waiter!
When during the seventies and eighties the Commonwealth Government (Federal) attempted to solve the high youth unemployment in country areas, special schemes were devised, such as the Commonwealth Youth Scheme, CYS, whereby a community attempted to help youngsters find their first job within the local area. Father was involved in this for some years, and the shire boasted a low unemployment rate, perhaps owing to my father's activity. What was his contribution to the scheme?
Father recalled his own war years in Germany and how Germany's unemployed were organized through Kraft durch Freude - joy through work. The idea was that actual physical work should not be shunned but enjoyed, no matter what and no matter how menial the job was. Youngsters who were not happy in doing the menial tasks that the local community offered them as a first contact for employment did not get on well with my father. Anyone who opted for unemployment benefits rather than work would be approached by father with a reminder that there are jobs available. If they still refused, then he attempted to persuade them to leave the district rather than just sit around town and feel sorry for themselves. He urged them to seek adventure and to challenge the outside world. In effect father did what birds do when their young need to be pushed out of their nests.
I recall that during the early 1980s before joining the teaching system, I applied for a job similar to what father had been doing except that the advertised position was not a voluntary but a salaried one. During the interview with the committee, I was asked how I saw my task of helping youngsters find a job. I replied that I would do what had been father's intentions - to make my job superfluous. The committee members did not appreciate my reply that I would work to eliminate my own job. It was suggested that I go into the school system and teach students how to survive on unemployment. That this negative mindset still prevails to this day upset father and it disgusted me. But the proponents of it had the power to make it a policy, and so you had better do, or you don't and look for a job elsewhere - which I did.
Father, like most farmers, was in contact with the land and retained a sense of independence that many only have if they are financially independent of the system. Sometimes farmers are a strange lot. When they are doing well, they are sometimes too robust and behave selfishly, something that the political climate of a nation cannot quite cope with. But their natural instincts are still sound, until a decade or so ago.
During one drought crisis that gripped the country, TV personality, Ray Martin, launched an appeal to help farmers survive the crisis. Besides seeing transportation of hay, television news also featured food-aid packets for those needy farmers who could not even feed themselves because interest rates had crippled their enterprise.
This state of affairs, where city people started to feed the farming community, turned the whole farming enterprise upside down. My father always made certain that a fruit and vegetable garden and a house cow provided the basics for survival. His war years had not been in vain and he always smiled at those that looked down on farmers. He knew where the food came from and he despised the television campaigns that depicted the farmer to be a poor and needy lot.
By this time my father was well into retirement, and he could only shake his head in sorrow at the direction in which Australian farming was heading. Years earlier he had heard in disbelief from an older generation of farmers that the soldier settler's block of 500 acres would in time become an unviable unit. The result would be a re-consolidation of the stations that were broken up after World War Two to give ex-soldiers the opportunity to make a good living. Most did survive nicely for a while, even managing to send their sons to private boarding schools, such as Geelong Grammar. All that changed during the seventies when the mining boom took off in Australia, and when government policy kicked the sheep off Australia's back.
The image of the farmer's spirit of self-reliance - autarky - had effectively been destroyed. During the 1990s, the wool auction system that guaranteed a certain income for most farmers was also dismembered for the sake of the free market's 'level playing field' ideology.
There was then no real effective political voice that spoke on behalf of the farmers. One National Farmer's Association president sold out the organization and then became a politician instead.
When Pauline Hanson came along with her One Nation political party, she struck a chord with many country people. Unfortunately, the Liberal Party under Prime Minister John Howard, read the mood of the people, and the policies of One Nation, then took most of them on board. The conservative country folk swam back to familiar shores and re-embraced the Liberal/National Party coalition.
Father's political ideas on how to get the farming industry away from reducing the number of Australian farms, as dictated by the Lima Agreement, were not welcomed. Such ideas were too German and from an era that saw nothing good come out of Germany, so according to the prevailing orthodoxy!
German hatred in Australia in the past couple of decades has been on the rise. This is mainly owing to Australia's Zionists not letting the Hitler ghost rest. They need Hitler as a convenient scapegoat for their own failed policies. With the troubles caused by the Israeli state in the Middle East, there thus also is a rise proportionately of 'Holocaust' propaganda so that Israel can continue to justify its horrendous crimes perpetrated against the Palestinians. It was even obvious to my father that this raising of the war story, about what the Germans are allegedly to have done to European Jewry, was designed to weld the Australian public together in support of Israel. The culmination of that propaganda push came to fruition with Australia joining that immoral Anglo-American-Zionist attack on Iraq.
By this time, though, father couldn't care less what was going on in the world. He was too busy trying to cope with his own ailments and had little time and interest in following the world's troubles.
In any case, father had risen above such primitive German hatred that the Zionists and their helpers indulge in because he realized that if it is not that, then it would be something else. In a farming community, for example, if you have millions in your bank account, as one German in the district has, there is little open German hatred going his way.
I had a similar experience as a teacher. Antagonistic and unwilling learners, who did not know I had a German background, would call me a "f-cken Pommy bastard". Those that knew of my German background would call me "Hitler, Nazi". You can't win them all, and this kind of name-calling is a universal human characteristic, albeit a hurtful one. That's what the sticks and stones business is all about. Like father, I too, got over it! It does not make for a balanced mind to have that persecution complex writ large in advanced years because it smacks of an infantile, immature attitude.
When I visited father last weekend, he thought that he, too, would go back with me to Adelaide. That was the first time that he expressed a desire to leave his home because over these past five years he wanted nothing but to stay at home with mother. I saw his asking me whether he was coming with me, and when we were leaving for Adelaide, as an expression of a wish to go on that final journey, perhaps to Walhalla.
When I left that Monday morning for Adelaide, I bade him good-bye, and I embraced mother, and we both knew that father's end was near, that this would be the last time I would see him alive.
Today, Wednesday, 14 May 2003, soon after lunch, father went on that final journey leaving behind a terribly hurting and grieving wife of 63-years, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren who will all miss him.
Fredrick Töben - midnight.
Was My Father A Mass Murderer?
Dr Fredrick Töben
21 May 2003
"I witnessed the burning of my father's body in a computer regulated crematorium oven set to burn for 1.45 hours. From having observed this physical fact, I conclude the allegation - that Germans during World War Two exterminated in homicidal gas chambers and burnt in crematorium ovens, millions of Jews - is not founded on a physical fact because a quick calculation would indicate the physical impossibility of it. The allegation remains just that, a vile and malicious allegation against Germans and anyone of German descent. It is, in fact, hate speech directed against Germans and those of German descent to assert that Auschwitz was an extermination camp because such an assertion is not founded on factual physical evidence.
PS: 23 May 2003. Now that the above cremation facts have been raised again, it is inevitable - especially in light of the current Ernst Zündel imprisonment in Canada - that I briefly re-visit the 1985 Toronto first Zündel trial. Cremation expert Ivan Lagacé clarified the cremation problem in a few sentences. After the trial he attempted to cremate more than the usual 3 to 5 bodies per day and this caused an explosion!
Here is a reference used by the defence: "23. Factory recommendation for normal operation to your Crematory Retort is a maximum of three (3) cases per day in a normal eight (8) hour work day. No more than 50-60 cases should be processed in any month so that the refractory life is prolonged" (All Owner's Manual / All' Crematory Retort, All Crematory Corporation.- A Superior International Company, P0B 39482, Cleveland ,Ohio / (216) 248 3500 [No Date].
Note also that as early as 1979, Professor Robert Faurisson stated in an interview in Storia Illustrata, August 1979, that the cremation process itself may take up to 50 minutes but time is needed to pre-heat as well as to cool down the cremation oven, otherwise it would be impossible to open the oven's door and to put in another body (coffin).
Lady, oh my Lady is a Lady, a Lady!
24 April 2003, Ernst Zündel's Birthday!
The following item is from a reliable source from New Zealand. Anyone who has been following the Hayward controversy will be familiar with this site. Now here is the global perspective. Lady Michelle Renouf, once a commoner but lifted into the sophisticated set because of her own inner strength and convictions, is a woman who has been there, done that. She now has the strength to tell her story and to expound her beliefs without fear and favour.
Meek and mild whimpish gentlemen fear her, and expulsion is their only weapon, the weapon of the morally and intellectually bankrupt individual; just like the employer who dismisses individuals who don't worship the employer, those who run the Reform Club, cannot cope with Michelle. They are men without balls! They cower to their inner fears of wanting to be popular (note, Kai!).
Michelle has been in the firing line before, but now it's menacingly, and you need to become active and bombard the UK, NZ, any media, in her defence. Michelle is also a Wagner devote and she has claimed that the greatest global advertising stint occurred when the Jews launched Christianity on to the non-Jews. I know this will divide our supporters but this divide will come in time, anyway. Anyone who fears moral and intellectual freedom will fear Wagner. A free-thinker cannot become subservient to anyone. This does not imply that an individual becomes primitive and unsophisticated and lawless.
What I am saying here is that ultimately we reach in our limited life's journey a point where we are me, us, we, without fear or favour. That is the essence of the individuation process, which we all have to face. Those who fear it need continuous scape-goats to sustain their own self-worth.
Some cultures decry opera as a decadent form of art. Let me confess. I need that kind of cultural leavening because I refuse to participate in the ruthless and somewhat primitive endeavours where brute force and money determine who is 'boss'; that is illustrated so well in, for example, the Anglo-American-Zionist-Forces who have participated in a cowards' war on Iraq. I say cowards' war because it was a no-match from the beginning, and hence the pretext - the hunt for weapons of mass destruction - used to begin the slaughter of innocent individuals is a criminal matter.
The story is developing.
Lady Renouf faces expulsion from London club for anti-Semitism
24 April 2003
The former wife of New Zealand financier Sir Frank Renouf is in the firing line from British elite, who claim she should no longer be a member of an exclusive London club because of her outspoken views.
Lady Michele Renouf, who was the late Sir Frank's third wife, has been described as "unfit" to remain in the one of Britain's most historic private clubs, the Reform Club, based in Pall Mall, The Independent newspaper reported.
She had been outspoken in her anti-Semite views, was known to associate with those who have a similar point of view, and was this month seen attending an American conference of extreme right-wingers.
The Reform Club was established 160 years ago as a bastion of liberal and progressive thought. Past members have included famous writers Henry James, H G Wells, E M Forster and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Lady Renouf's decision to invite to the club David Irving, the historian who was denounced by a High Court judge in 2000 as a racist, an anti-Semite and a falsifier of history, had already outraged fellow Reform members.
Lady Renouf, aged in her fifties, maintained that Irving had a right to freedom of speech.
An article written about her by The Independent's Johann Hari, recounted his meetings with Lady Renouf at the Irvine Marriott Hotel in Orange County, California, where a conference of extreme right-wingers took place.
"People act as though Judaism is just another religion like Christianity or Islam. It's not. It's a creed of domination and racial superiority," she told Hari.
She said she was "firm friends" with Irving and had, for 2½ months, attended every day of the court case where the historian sued the American academic Deborah Lipstadt, after she denounced him as a "Holocaust denier".
Irving lost the case and was landed with huge costs of £2 million ($NZ5.69 million).
When Lady Renouf said goodbye to Hari in the hotel lobby she told him: "It's so good to see that so many young people are getting involved in our movement and seeing the truth about the Jews."
The Reform Club has a reputation for tolerance, but her latest antics were seen as a step too far. Signatures were collected from members for a requisition for expulsion.
Lady Renouf grew up in Australia as Michele Mainwaring and she was crowned Miss Newcastle, New South Wales, in 1968.
She currently takes an interest in acting and studying "the psychology of religion".
When she met Sir Frank, she told him she was "Countess Griaznoff", the ex-wife of a Russian nobleman.
They married in 1991, when the financier was aged 72 and she was 44.
She stated on her marriage certificate that her father was dead, but during their six-week honeymoon in Australia, Sir Frank learnt that he did have a father-in-law, a New South Wales truck driver called Arthur.
Lady Renouf and Sir Frank got divorced, but she kept her title. She became a prominent figure on London's intellectual party circuit.
The Reform Club's general committee meets to consider her expulsion next month.
Update on 19 May 2003 Appeal to Federal Court of Australia
On 14 May 2003, Fredrick Töben applied for an adjournment on compassionate grounds, which the Court rejected on 16 May. Töben's grieving was not important enough for those who decided to go ahead with the appeal. So, on 19 May 2003, three judges allowed the Appeal, and then reserved their decision, most probably to be handed down in about four weeks.
As the matter before the three judges was purely a legal argument, matters of law rather than matters of fact, it was not necessary for Töben physically to be there. Töben's Counsel, Mr Chris Maxwell, did a sterling job; so much so that some think there is a chance of defeating Jeremy Jones and his Zionist lobby who care little for free speech. However, any optimism may well be misplaced, so according to those who believe Zionists control Australia's judiciary.
The fact that the Commonwealth Attorney-General opposed the Appeal indicates the case is significant. And then the A-G's office advised Töben that because he had no likely chance of succeeding, and because the case was not of public interest, he would not be granted legal assistance. What's the saying about the law being something ! It is, however, not the law that is bad but rather the humans who formulate and execute it. Again and again one sees brilliant legal minds that are unaware of their own blind spots. In the A-G's legal department it is now legendary that therein the fear of the Jews is rampant.
The following letter shows how intimidation occurs. Most individuals bend to such pressure. Mrs Joyce Steele did not! She politely replied that she had noted the contents of Goldberg's letter, and then left it at that. Nothing happened. All too often recipients of letters from Jewish individuals die of fright because they are not morally robust enough to resist such veiled threats. If you stand up to such Jewish-Zionist bullies, any bully, then all too often the bluff is exposed, as it was in this case. Remember, it is the fear of fear that kills initiative, so stand your ground against any attempt to blackmail you into silence.
View the letter from then QC, Alan Goldberg, now Justice Goldberg of the Federal Court of Australia and judge the quality of his mind, then ask yourself: Is this a beautiful mind? Please advise if you have had a similar experience with Zionists.
Son's Book Tells Of Battle To Survive In A Nazi Death Camp
Mum's been to Hell and back
By Louise Nunn
The Advertiser, 24 May 2003
Regina Zielinski admits that her son, as a boy, was too preoccupied with cricket and soccer to take notice of her stories about the Holocaust.
"He was so involved with sport and life he never had the time," the 77-year-old Adelaide woman said yesterday.
"It was in the back of his mind, I think, but it never came up to the fore until our trip to Germany in 1983."
Andrew Zielinski accompanied his mother to a war crimes tribunal in Hagen. The stories he heard there were so removed from his life growing up in Australia that it gave him a jolt. Now, 20 years later, he has written a book about his mother's life and her experiences in Sobibor death camp in Nazi-occupied Poland during World War II.
Called Conversations with Regina, it documents her life in east Poland before the war, her experiences in Sobibor and her remarkable escape, as well as her new life in Australia.
"It's an extraordinary story, " the Flinders University academic said yesterday. "Mum spent a long time asking why she survived."
When a German officer asked if anyone could knit, her mother pushed her forward but her sister, who was also a good knitter, stayed with the family.
The following day Mrs Zielkinski discovered her family died in the Sobibor gas chambers that night. They were among 250,000 Jews slaughtered in Sobibor and three million Polish Jews to die overall under Hitler's regime.
"In the beginning I was very sorry I survived because I was left alone in the world," Mrs Zielinski said. "But life has to go on."
Mrs Zielinski worked in Sobibor for 10 months before taking part in a mass escape.
After working under false papers on making her way to Frankfurt, Mrs Zielinski migrated to Sydney in 1949 with her Polish husband, Kazimierz, and Andrew, aged two. Her daughter, Marie was born here.
Mr Zielinski Jr is negotiating outlets for his book. Copies are available from Box 738, Brighton, 5048.
Adelaide Institute comment
A new Nazi gas chamber location? Unfortunately for Mrs Regine Ziellinski, Revisionists Carlo Mattogno and Jürgen Graf are waiting for her to contradict her claims. Will she be offended by having her story contradicted by expert Revisionist historians?
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