Arbeit macht frei: - Fredrick Töben

Office area, to await the frisking and then walk to the visitors’ area where
my friends will be waiting. The warm welcome is hearty as I greet Senior
Rabbi Steeleberg, Chief Rabbi Davidovich and Junior Rabbi Peterschmuel.
Sunday, 30 August: I relax today because my sniffles need as much rest as
possible, which is the best thing to do to overcome a cold besides to drink
pure lemon juice. A cold is the body’s way of slowing you down, of refilling
itself with energy that is needed so that it can heal itself. After all, we must
never forget that the body is an autark unit, one that has a godly impulse in
it, that looks after itself, if not interfered with by this terrible addiction of
wanting a quick fix by just swallowing some cold-curing tablets.
Jim talks about the South Australian Parole Board travelling to Canada to
seek inspiration. He fears this, and so do I if my instincts, based on what the
Canadian judiciary did to Ernst Zündel, are right – not much good can come
out of that country’s twisted judiciary. Compassion and mercy are needed in
order to rehabilitate criminals, not some watered down rationalisation that
merely implements the Talmudic mindset that celebrates vengeance, as
expressed by the current South Australian premier.
Monday, 31 August: At 7 a.m. I awake with the unlocking of the cell door,
the sniffles have receded, and I feel more relaxed without taking any drugs
to combat the cold. Cliff and Corey talk about drug use and how the
methadone program does compensate a little, while Jim laughs at those who
voluntarily submit to liquid handcuffs. Time to think.
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A news story about a bullying death at Mullumbimby High makes me recall
at Kyneton High School how sad I felt to see Humphrey bullied by Jim
Showler and others and how I intervened because Humphrey was getting
hit on his arms and all he did was whinge ‘Aoua’, and then reported the
matter to Mr Gatehouse who protected him as if he was his son. Generally,
teachers like Mr Thompson would have the feuding boys put on the boxing
gloves, and that usually settled the matter.
When Remikis (also known as Zukas) took on my brother the whole school
at lunchtime flooded on to the football oval, where my brother was prepared
for the showdown. Thompson, a sane manly man, put a stop to it. That night
on the school bus Remikis sneered and snickered at the Tobens, ‘the Nazis,
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