Since August this year I have added a plethora of hard copy
publications to this site in PDF format; very little had been added over the
previous two years. From the early 1990s I churned out a series of publications particularly on the Searchlight Organisation, the Jewish Question, and the so-called Holocaust. This gave me the illusion - not entirely an illusion, I hope - of doing something meaningful, of exposing the enemies of Western Man, and more generally the enemies of freedom, and of shedding light on difficult, muddled subjects. Then came September 11. Although I was far removed from these unspeakable atrocities and knew none of the victims first hand, like countless millions of people throughout the world - Americans and Westerners in particular - the events of that tragic day led me to reassess not only the world situation and the meaning of life but the meaning of my own life, and although I still have an impressive bibliography I have not done anything like as much research and publishing as I could have done, especially over the past two or three years. The one exception to that has been the work I have done for an on-line music database, which although largely non-controversial has given me a great deal of satisfaction.
In July 2006, an event happened that had an even more profound effect
on me than September 11. Although I hadn't seen her for
over four years, the suicide
of Jessie Gilbert left me totally devastated. There are very personal reasons for this, related more to my life than to hers, which I may write about at some future date, but a hint of which can be found
in the poem Nineteen. Two years later I learned of another premature death, which, being from a sudden illness was less shocking, but still left me wondering why him and not me?
I can't claim to have known Jessie very well, but for a period of about
three years I did see quite a lot of her at chess
events. On the other hand I had met Simon Wolff precisely three times - in the 1990s. At thirty-eight he was exactly twice Jessie's age; five years from now I will have lived as long as both of them, and in view of her unfulfilled potential and his massive contribution to toxicology, I might have continued to wonder why, had I not attended the Tehran Holocaust Conference.
I submitted a paper to this Iranian Government sponsored
event at the prompting of Tony Hancock, something for which I will always be grateful to him; in spite of the mock outrage that was generated by the lie-ridden Western media, the conference was a great success, but for me it was what happened when I returned that made that and everything I had endured over the past three decades and more worthwhile.
I wrote an article called The Truth About The
Tehran Holocaust Conference - By One Who Was There, which was
published initially on the Islamic website Mathaba.Net courtesy of Sahib Mustaqim Bleher. To my surprise, it was subsequently republished and quoted on numerous websites worldwide: Islamic, far right, far left and anti-war. I've never been big on revealed truth, but if my wretched life had any purpose at all, then surely it was to become a small cog in the anti-war machine that saw off the hawks in the Bush Administration and prevented an act of indiscriminate mass murder in
the Gulf, if not World War Three.
(The election of Barack Obama - literally as I write these words - is, hopefully, the final nail in the coffin of this quasi-Imperialist madness).
Simon Wolff's legacy lives on in his Foundation; I
had hoped to see a Jessie Gilbert
Foundation too, or something similar to perpetuate her memory and legacy; this seemed a real possibility even a
likelihood a year after her death, sadly, it is now not to be, or if it is at some
future date, then it will be without any input from me.
Chris Tame's legacy has already been secured, and I have today added the essay I submitted for the inaugural memorial prize set up in his name. It didn't win, but I'm proud of
it nevertheless. Unlike Simon Wolff and Jessie Gilbert, I knew Chris quite well, in fact it is no exaggeration to say that for a period of about two years, in the 1990s, I was in some sense closer to him than anyone else, including
his second wife - who turned out to be enchanting poison. As I said in a previous update, I may write something about Chris some day, from my notes and memories. Although he wasn't exactly young, he still died prematurely, a particularly horrible death, and an ironic one for such a committed fitness fanatic.
After learning of the death of Simon Wolff, I decided to add
my magnum opus among other publications to this site, which I have now done; I did not intend to
add Holocaust Denial: New Nazi Lie Or New Inquisition?, but the arrest
of Dr Fredrick Töben at Heathrow at the beginning of last month convinced me not only
that I should but that I must. Töben and myself have not always seen eye to eye - to put it midly! - but he is one of the Revisionist movement's true idealists, and his persecution by the German legal authorities - truly the spiritual heirs of the Third Reich - may be a step too far for the enemies of freedom.
With regard to purely technical matters; I apologise in advance for the quality of some of the scans; some of the covers haven't come out that well; for example, the cover of my
biography of Colin Jordan is actually green, although you wouldn't think so! Page one of Holocaust Denial... has come out all right but the page number has been
omitted. Some of the pages of various publications are or appear lop-sided; this is particularly apparent where the page includes artwork; the scanner I used has exaggerated the misalignments of these amateurish cut and paste jobs.
Because PDFs can be at times be extremely large, I have used a compression program to shrink them considerably; not unreasonably the publisher has configured the evaluation version of the software
to insert its own stamp and watermark at various places in the resulting files, but if I can live with this, then so can you.
The pages - A5 and A4 - have also come out in various sizes, again due to my poor artistic skills. I have scanned most of these publications from made up copies, including in two
instances, partially, from Copyright Copies lodged with the British Library, most of the original artwork having been lost or disposed of, primarily because like most people I didn't foresee a time when books, pamphlets and other publications would be presented to the world like this, at least not on this scale, and not my publications, even
though I might have in view of what
I recorded in The Shape Of Libraries To Come.
The composer Scott Joplin is said to have predicted that his work would not be truly
appreciated until twenty-five years after his death. His prediction would come
true, eventually; I would like to make a similar prediction, but the big difference between Joplin and myself is that he was producing art - which is subjective. My researches have been
based overwhelmingly on information that is in the public domain; the truth about Gerry Gable and his odious Searchlight Organisation as
with convicted murderer Satpal Ram are there for all to see, ditto most of the other subjects I have researched and documented. People can grow to appreciate music; I am by no means certain they can grow to appreciate inconvenient truths.
If all the above sounds like an extended suicide note, it may well be, though I have no intention of ending it all just yet. If though, this site is not updated further, significantly or otherwise, the reader will understand why.
