Anthony Hancock (1947-2012)
by Alexander Baron
Anthony Hancock was no saint, let’s be clear about that, but by the same token he is a man to whom all true lovers of freedom owe a considerable debt. What follows is a warts and all portrait from a purely personal perspective.
His friends called him Tony, which as most of you will know was also the name of a famous though in my humble opinion not particularly funny comedian. I always called him AH, another and far more appropriate double entendre.
I began reading Revisionist and related literature in 1980; one of the first such publications I read was The Hoax Of The Twentieth Century, which was published by Historical Review Press, the company started by the father and son team of Alan and Anthony Hancock. I didn’t meet the man though for another ten years, by which time I had moved back to London. Our first meeting was reasonably affable, especially as I had been given an introduction to him by a trusted third party, after that though, things were not so cordial, the reasons for which were due to not so much a misunderstanding as mischievousness by another third party.
This is where it gets rather complicated but I’ll keep it simple. At his Uckfield print works he employed on occasion someone I will call The Cameraman. Shortly before the London meeting organised by David Irving at which Fred Leuchter spoke, I did something totally innocuous which sent him into hysterics. I’ve related this in my book The Churchill Papers, but basically he decided to make me persona non grata with everyone on the so-called far right from then on. Among other things he conspired with Irving to send me a fake ticket for this meeting. This ticket was printed at Uckfield with the connivance of AH’s right hand man, Tom Acton. I know this because when I inquired about it prior to the hoax revealing itself, Acton sniggered. I thought AH was in on the joke, but as things turned out, he wasn’t.
This affair led to my exposing Irving, but it also led to bad blood between AH and myself. At one point I received an angry phone call from his other half lambasting me for phoning her at 3am. AH himself alluded to me as a neurotic little Jew with identity issues - I won’t say anything here about the photograph of my leaving a synagogue wearing a skullcap (my joke), nor about the fake document that was circulated by The Cameraman which purported to show that my birth name was Aaron Silvers!
It was obvious to me who had phoned the Hancock household at that unearthly hour, and later it clicked with AH too. Shortly after, he gave The Cameraman his marching orders; among other things, AH claimed he had passed information to Searchlight, not for any ideological reason, nor even for money, but because he was one of those people far right movements attract who like to play silly and at times dangerous games.
After I was attacked on my doorstep, sued Gerry Gable and then published Liars Ought To Have Good Memories, the ice between us thawed considerably. In his Searchlight blog obituary, after gloating over AH’s death, Gable makes a number of claims/allegations that have no basis in fact. A screengrab of the original can be found below, just in case he attempts to disown it at any time in the future.
According to Gable’s sick Jewish mind AH was a “safe-houser of international Nazis with links to terrorism”. Links is Gable’s favourite word, so many years ago I advertised his magazine on my links page so that I can claim he has links to me. The truth about this safe housing nonsense can be found in Liars Ought…above, suffice it to say that it was nowhere near as sinister as it sounds, nor is Roberto Fiore either a murderer or a terrorist as Gable has claimed more than once in print.
But back to AH: “long-time police asset in the non-political criminal underworld” - he did, it is true, testify as a key prosecution witness in a criminal trial, but that hardly made him any sort of asset. “A convicted fraudster himself who, despite overcharging many far-right groups, who felt it too risky to go elsewhere for printing and publishing services, retained wide respect among fascists worldwide” - AH did indeed have a conviction for fraud, but he paid his debt to society, and that should have been the end of it. As to overcharging, I doubt that very much. He printed my second book on the Holocaust - Holocaust Affirmers - at a reasonable rate, though it was Gable and his libel co-defendants who paid the bill! He printed and published a non-political book I co-wrote, which lost him money, and he printed two of my pamphlets: The Man Who Invented “Racism” and Holocaust Revisionism After Irving v Lipstadt, one of them for free.
“Historically he was linked to violence and apartheid era intelligence sources in former South Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and South Africa.” This is meaningless drivel, one might far more accurately claim that Gable is himself linked to Zionist atrocities via one of his sons who served with that bunch of thugs and murderers known as the IDF.
Financially, AH was a bit of a flake, and it was this as well as an act of gross betrayal by a man he had known and worked with for thirty years that along with a deranged lawyer from Brighton was his undoing. The Great Tosspot Trial was a total farce. He phoned me one day out of the blue and asked if I would act as his McKenzie Friend in a legal dispute, presumably on account of my success against Searchlight. When is this, I asked? Right now, like the trial had already started. Again, this is a long story but the bottom line was that he had hired a builder to do some home improvements, who had ripped him off, and had then hired a lawyer, Martin Cray of Brighton, to sue the builder, which Cray did, then sent him an enormous bill.
I have no idea whether or not this bill was fair, though knowing what I do about litigation I know also that what lawyers and their regulating body call fair and what the man on the Clapham omnibus thinks is fair are two entirely different things. AH appears to have been really stung by this, and fired off a series of communications, one of which branded the lawyer a greedy and incompetent tosspot. And would you believe he sued for libel?
He had actually shown me some of the papers prior to the court case, and I had suggested that he make a payment into court to cover his back, which he did, but there was some technical issue with it which typically he failed to sort out, although Cray did drop the case against his other half, having sued them both, and the two of them counter-claiming. It was all both very complex and extremely messy.
If this case had been heard by a jury, they would have laughed it out of court, or at the very worst awarded Cray nominal damages, perhaps the cost of a sheet of fax paper or something, but by the time I turned up at the High Court it was being heard by a judge sitting alone, a recipe for disaster. The opposing counsel was a horrible little man, Matthew Nicklin; the guy was so arrogant in court that you’d have thought he was actually the judge.
The judge was even worse, although he wasn’t bent, Mr Justice Previté looked like something out of the Ark; I found out later that he was, or as good as, because he had worked on the Brabin Inquiry as Counsel way back in the 1960s.
Libel cases are among the few civil actions in which a plaintiff is entitled to a jury trial. The rule is that if either party wants one, then that is what it will be. Nicklin had though pulled the blinkers over the judge’s eyes by suggesting there were complex areas of law involved in the case which a jury would be too dumb to consider. The reality was, as the little shit well knew, that ordinary members of the public such as who sit on juries are not well disposed towards the legal profession, and a jury would have given Martin Winston Cray short shrift. As I said, by the time I came into the picture, it was too late to do anything but pray, and the judge delivered both an outrageous verdict and an even more outrageous judgment and cost order which no doubt he thought was both correct and fair.
One of the things AH had been accused of was commissioning a cartoon from Robert Edwards that was considered harassment. This is a very slippery slope indeed, but as it happens, Edwards appears to have produced the cartoon off his own back, although after the trial, AH commissioned another one which depicted the judge as Judge Perverty and Nicklin as Piglin, very apt that last one.
This was not the first time time AH found himself in a courtroom since I had made his acquaintance; there was to follow another civil case, but before that there was a criminal one that can only be described as ludicrous. The late Colin Jordan had suffered a constant stream of harassment from West Yorkshire Police in the 1990s after Gerald Kaufman MP had objected to a cartoon he had published, claiming it was anti-Semitic. Perish the thought. After Jordan had beaten the rap, the Filth dragged him into court over a short story called Merrie England 2000. At the time, Jordan was very ill; he died in April 2009, but the lowlife who control our criminal justice system wanted blood, so while Jordan had the proceedings against him stayed on health grounds, they proceeded with the non-case against AH as the printer. He was defended by that fearless champion of unpopular causes Adrian Davies, and was acquitted in September 2002, although he had to go all the way up to Leeds for the trial.
Like the pondscum and lowlife he is, Gerry Gable applauded all these proceedings, anti-fascist indeed, but the punchline is that Kaufman, who started the ball rolling, is now persona non grata with Organised Jewry because he has committed the cardinal sin of standing up for Palestinian rights. Some have even accused him of promoting an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory over the Middle East. Perish the thought.
The biggest problem AH faced though resulted again from his flake-like behaviour over financial issues. It started when Tom Acton, his long time friend and fellow print worker, ripped him off, and on top of that left him with a massive legal bill. Because AH didn’t address this, it got out of hand, way out, and coupled with the awful business of Cray v Hancock and a bent firm of auditors, it grew exponentially until he was in danger of losing everything. Again, I didn’t find out about this until it was too late to do anything but limit the damage very marginally, but I did point out to him that if he had been the Nazi Godfather a certain little shit claimed he was, the likes of Cray and Price Waterscum wouldn’t have messed with him. He took the point.
The terms Nazi and fascist are thrown around like confetti, but one thing Anthony Hancock most certainly was not was any kind of fascist; he was certainly both race conscious and Jew-wise, but like a lot of people who are smeared as such, he had definite Libertarian tendencies. It is of course our enemies who are the real fascists. His print works was torched twice; the first time by Searchlight scumbag Manny Carpel in 1980. The second time it happened he phoned me on the morning, and was close to tears. The obvious suspect was Carpel, but he had the perfect alibi; he was on remand in Lewes Prison facing some sort of antiques fraud rap. No one appears ever to have been brought to book for the second arson.
In addition to the Nazi-oriented stuff AH both published and distributed - books, magazines, audio and video - he stocked a fair amount of material that was in no way Nazi or even anti-Nazi. He was wise enough to realise that not only can’t you believe everything your own side puts out but you have to read widely to see all points of view because even the reds aren’t wrong all the time and about everything.
The Hoax Of The Twentieth Century is neither pro-Nazi nor anti-Semitic, in spite of the mindless ad hominem parroted incessantly on both sides of the Atlantic to this day. AH told me too that he sold quite a lot of conspiracy-oriented literature to Moslems, who are of course well aware of both the true nature and the power of International Zionism.
If there is one thing AH should be remembered for, it is helping to avert World War III. I realise what I am about to say now will cause some people to question my sanity, but they’ve been doing that for the last five decades anyway, so I really don’t care. I must though make this absolutely clear, when I say he helped stop World War III, I mean exactly that, furthermore I believe this was somehow divinely inspired. Not by a cosmic consciousness, because I don’t believe there is any such thing controlling the Universe; it is clear though that the Universe is intelligent, or can be construed as such, and that some of us - insignificant entities that we are on some minuscule world of one of countless trillion of stars - were put on this Earth for a purpose.
It was AH who suggested I submit a paper to the Global Vision Conference of December 2006. I had heard of it, of course, but it hadn’t crossed my mind to do so. So I sat down, wrote a paper based on my view of the Holocaust as it was then and had been since about 2000, ie that there were indeed some limited gassings in one and quite likely one or two other camps. I submitted this, and was chosen to go to Tehran.
While there, at the hotel, in the small hours, I experienced a revealed truth, and when I returned to London I wrote an article called The Truth About The Tehran Holocaust Conference - By One Who Was There.
I sent this article to Sahib Mustaqim Bleher who published it on the Mathaba website, and soon it was republished on or linked from hundreds and now thousands of websites: right wing, Islamic, anti-war, general news, and even left wing. I am convinced that along with the speech made by David Duke at the Conference, the publication of this article averted World War III by contributing to the butterfly effect that elected Obama over McCain, because if McCain had walked into the White House instead, I have no doubt whatsoever that the mad Jews of AIPAC and the ADL would have pushed his administration into attacking Iran, and that would have had enormous repercussions for the entire world, perhaps even a global conflict.
I don’t care what anyone says or thinks of this claim, I really believe this to have been the case. By the same token, I thought my life was over in November 2008; I was wrong, but only because someone or something up there still had and maybe still has plans for me.
A lot has happened since, we have seen both Operation Cast Lead and the Flotilla Massacre, and now it is not only wicked anti-Semites who are talking openly about how America dances to Zion’s fiddle but many mainstream politicians in comparison with a handful before, and Jews on both sides of the Atlantic. Indeed, there is now a mainstream Jewish movement against AIPAC, and we are seeing what Norman Finkelstein has called a break up in American Zionism.
In addition to this, the New World Order is being scrutinised by the alternative media including many people who are anything but right wing, so although we are not yet out of the woods, it is looking less and less like these mad Jews and their neo-con allies will be able to precipitate World War III. And again, I am convinced that if I hadn’t gone to Tehran and then written that article, the world would have been a very different place. And it was AH who was responsible.
Like me, Tony Hancock was an atheist, but guess what, God doesn’t like yes men, so he only admits unbelievers to Heaven. And when my work here is finished and I do make it through the pearly gates, AH will be on the other side to greet me, unlike Gerry Gable, who by that time will be in that other place along with his Kosher buddies Maurice Ludmer, Manny Carpel, and let’s not forget Harry Bidney.
Anthony Sandford Hancock born May 5, 1947, died June 11, 2012 - Rest In Peace.
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