Title: Wellspring -- hope for recovery from Scientology
Author: stacy8@gte.net (Stacy Brooks Young)
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 03:28:58 GMT

This is a message to all former Scientologists, particularly former Sea Org
members. It is about a newfound hope I have that it is possible for all of us to
recover -- fully recover -- from the abuse to which we were subjected inside the
cult. 

I have spoken to many, many former Scientologists since I became a public critic
of Scientology in 1993. Just about every single person I’ve talked to has told
me how much their experience in Scientology damaged them. But I could count on
the fingers of one hand the people who have felt there was anywhere or anyone
they could turn to for help in recovering from the damage. 

I felt the same way. When I finally escaped from Scientology in July 1989, I had
been spiritually, psychologically and emotionally raped -- brutally and
viciously, repeatedly -- over a period of nearly fifteen years. There is really
no other way to describe my experience, particularly my Sea Org experience. The
abuse was horrific, relentless, and utterly inescapable, so that by the time I
finally got out, all I wanted was to put the experience behind me. Friends who
had never been in Scientology suggested I get therapy, but I never did. I never
wanted anyone else to get inside my head again. For me, the issue was not
whether or not I needed therapy. I didn’t care if I did or not. All I knew was
that I never wanted to make myself vulnerable to that kind of nightmarish,
soul-cracking betrayal again. 

In the nine years since I got out of Scientology I’ve privately felt that I was
"damaged goods" in a fundamental way, that the harm that was done to me in the
cult was so deep and so severe that I would always carry what Dennis Erlich has
very aptly described as "soul scars." I simply came to terms with the knowledge
that I would never fully recover. My attitude was, "I may be crazy, but at least
it’s my craziness. I’ll never allow anyone into my mind again. "I  have some
dear friends who are also former Sea Org members, and I’ve heard similar things
from them. We’ve all resigned ourselves to being "damaged" for the rest of our
lives. We’ve agreed that we’d rather live with the damage than risk another mind
rape at the hands of any therapist.

But I’ve recently spent two weeks at Wellspring, and I’ve changed my mind.
Totally. These people at Wellspring actually helped me. Then Vaughn went, and
they helped him, too. Now I want every former Scientologist to go to Wellspring.


Let me tell you my history with this place.

I met the two people who run Wellspring, Paul Martin and Ron Burks, at the Cult
Awareness Network conference in Cleveland in November 1994. I saw both of them
speak about Wellspring, and I was impressed by what they said. I thought
Wellspring sounded like a great place for people who had been in other cults.
But neither Paul nor Ron were ever in Scientology, much less the Sea Org. So
although I never said it to either of them, privately I knew they would never be
able to help me. Only another Sea Org member could possibly understand what I
had been through -- that was privately how I felt. 

So I never did go to Wellspring, and I never got any other kind of therapy
either. I just lived with it. But it became more and more difficult for me. As
my involvement in exposing Scientology’s criminality intensified, so did
Scientology’s harassment and intimidation of me. As most people reading this
know all too well, they work very hard to find a person’s vulnerable points and
trigger them. If anyone has any doubt that Scientology uses supposedly
confidential information against any former member who publicly criticizes them,
I can tell you from personal experience that they do. And they don’t just pull
information about things a person has done in their life that might be
embarrassing or damaging. I don’t really care about that. I had to make that
decision at the same time that I made the decision to speak out publicly about
them. I knew what they would do to me. I knew they would destroy my privacy. 
 
But they do something else which I think is much worse. They pull information
out of your pc folders about what you care about, what hurts you, what matters
to you, and then they go after you on the things that matter to you the most.
They take everything good about you and turn it into something perverted and
ugly.  That has been the most difficult aspect of Scientology’s harassment of
me. The fact that every time they have hurt me it has only strengthened my
resolve has not made the hurt any less painful. And I have been aware that I was
being affected by their tactics more than a non-Scientologist would be, because
they know my buttons so well, and because when they push one of my buttons it
triggers so many painful experiences that have been completely unprocessed by
any kind of therapy. 

So over the past several years I have become more and more acutely aware of the
emotional and psychological baggage I’ve been carrying with me from my
experience in Scientology. And because of that, I have been getting increasingly
open to the idea of therapy. 

Something else has happened, too. I’ve made a commitment to help people get out
of Scientology or recover once they’re out. Because of that commitment, I’ve
been seeing very clearly that something more than just being a good friend is
needed for all of us who have been through this psychological terrorism called
Scientology. 

It was Bob Minton who convinced me to go to Wellspring. He had been there
himself earlier in the summer, and after his own experience there, Bob felt
strongly that I could trust the people at Wellspring to help me recover, not
only from my Scientology experience but also from a childhood which was
extremely abusive emotionally and psychologically.    

Bob knew how I felt about therapy. He has heard the same thing from many of the
former Scientologists he has befriended. So really he urged me to go not only
because he felt that it could help me, but also because he knew how suspicious
former Scientologists are of anyone calling themselves a therapist, and he
thought perhaps if I gave Wellspring my stamp of approval, others might be
willing to get help as well. He was hopeful that I might tell people that
Wellspring is a place they can trust. 

I resisted his urging at first. I told him I didn’t need any therapy. I was
totally fine, I told him. Therapy was for others, not for me, I insisted. But
Bob can be extremely persistent, as you have probably noticed. He wouldn’t let
go of this idea for me to go to Wellspring. Finally I agreed to go, not for
myself, of course. I would go, I told him, so I would be in a position to let
other people know whether or not it is a good program. OK, I said, for the sake
of everyone else, I’ll go. 

I spoke to Ron Burks, one of the therapists, on the telephone at length, asking
him all kinds of questions, trying to sound perfectly fine but feeling extremely
triggered at the very idea of going to this place in the middle of southern
Ohio, in the middle of nowhere, as far as I could tell. Ron was perfectly
willing to answer all my questions. Mainly I wanted to know if I would be free
to come and go as I pleased. Yes, he assured me. I could rent a car and stay in
Athens if I felt more comfortable that way. It was true, he said, that there is
a gate at the beginning of the driveway, but it’s only to keep Scientology’s
private investigators off Wellspring’s private property so they can’t harass
anyone who is there trying to recover. Contrary to the article that Scientology
published in FREEDOM Magazine, he said, the Wellspring lodge has many, many
windows and absolutely no locks on any of the bedroom doors. I hadn’t seen the
article he was referring to, but I knew from Bob’s description of the lodge that
what Ron said was true.  

The day arrived when I was scheduled to fly to Columbus, Ohio. I woke up feeling
extremely reluctant to go. But I had made a commitment to do this thing, and I
was determined to go through with it. I flew to Columbus on Sunday, July 26, and
spent the night at a hotel near the airport. The next afternoon I took a shuttle
down to Athens, Ohio, and from there, one of the Wellspring staff picked me up
and drove me to Albany, about 20 minutes away. 

Perhaps it reminded me of being driven from LA to the secret international
management compound (known simply as "Int") in Gilman Hot Springs in 1988. I was
"on the decks" at Int for three months after Vaughn and I tried to escape and
were caught in Hemet. Maybe it was too much like the night two guards woke me up
at four a.m. and esorted me to a van, which drove me from Int down to LA for
nine months in the RPF. Perhaps just the thought of driving further and further
away from town was what frightened me. All I know is that by the time we turned
into the Wellspring gravel driveway it was all I could do to keep from opening
the door and running as far away from that place as I could. I was utterly
frantic. My heart was beating really fast, I was trembling, my head was poundng.
I was in a full-blown triggered state. I was a wreck. 

But I tried my best to act rational. I sat in my seat as calmly as I could until
we arrived at the lodge, which was a beautiful A-frame with a breathtaking wall
of windows. And the countryside was beautiful,  absolutely beautiful. It
occurred to me that this place might be OK. We went inside and a woman named Sue
greeted me. She and another person named Jay were very friendly. It occurred to
me that it was not at all like it was when I was routed to the RPF at four in
the morning back in 1982. 

I chatted with Sue for quite a while and we became friends right away. She was
in charge of the lodge, and I would soon find out that one of her duties was
keeping the kitchen stocked with plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables and all
kinds of delicious food. Later I took a long walk alone to explore the
countryside. Along the way I met several neighborhood dogs, who befriended me
immediately. They all went with me for my run every day while I was there. 

By the end of the first evening I knew I was going to like it at Wellspring. In
truth, by the end of my two-week stay there, I loved it at Wellspring. I woke up
every morning at 6:00 and went for a three- to four-mile run through glorious
country -- God’s country, I found myself calling it. In the early morning the
sunlight was just peeking over the trees, pink clouds were floating in the light
blue sky, the dew was still on the meadows, and the morning glories were still
in bloom. The birds were all singing and playing in the trees and there wasn’t
another human being in sight. I felt like I had all of southern Ohio to myself.
It was quite exhilarating. 

I got back to the lodge in time for a shower and a cup of coffee before my
therapy session with Ron Burks from 8:30 to 10:30 every morning. What a
delightful person Ron is! Not only did he help me tremendously as a therapist
but I also came to think of him as a very good friend. He has such a depth of
understanding of the dynamics of abuse, which is fundamentally what the cult
experience is all about, from my perspective. It was incredibly therapeutic to
be able to describe many of the nightmarish experiences I had in Scientology and
know that my therapist knew exactly what I had gone through. 

My therapy sessions in the morning were the only structured part of my day. I
usually logged onto the internet for a couple of hours before lunch, and after
lunch I had the option of watching some of the hundreds of videos in the
Wellspring library about cults, mind control and related topics. I watched a
number of fascinating programs while I was there. But for the most part, I
handled my email, logged onto a.r.s., worked on a writing project I’ve been
doing, chatted with others who were at Wellspring when I was, and spent as much
time as possible outside. 

Vaughn also spent a couple of weeks at Wellspring recently. I told him how much
I felt I had benefited from my stay there and for the first time in his life,
Vaughn was willing to talk to someone about what happened to him in Scientology.
You have to understand that in 1987, David Miscavige thought Vaughn was trying
to take over Scientology with Pat Broeker. This was ridiculous; Vaughn didn’t
even know Pat was planning on trying to oust DM. But DM was convinced that
Vaughn was one of Pat’s key infiltrators into ASI and he set out to break Vaughn
with a vengeance. All I will say is that DM and his henchmen went after Vaughn
relentlessly, viciously and mercilessly. They set out to break him so that he
could never be a threat to DM’s empire. They were cruel without limits and it
went on for weeks, and they did succeed in breaking Vaughn. Then they did it
several more times over a period of a year and a half, just for good measure.
The damage Vaughn suffered in Scientology was much, much more severe than
anything I went through. Some day he will tell his story and then DM and his
little Nazi soldiers will hide in shame for the way they treated him. 

So for Vaughn to be willing to go to Wellspring was an incredible blessing for
his own sake. Here is what he wrote to a friend of ours about his first
impressions of the place. It is as good a description as I can imagine of "a day
in the life" of person at Wellspring. (I am reproducing it here with his
permission.)

"The first thing Wellspring offers is a chance to recuperate, through rest and
good food. There is no schedule. One can sleep, walk, be alone or whatever. One
is in complete control of one’s environment and the schedule. Even when I make
an appointment to meet with a counselor (more on this later) or the workshop
(more on this later), I can cancel or change it at my will. That is important
here in the recovery process, that one has complete, full control over one’s
schedule. 

"I’m the only one here right now. If there were a couple more people, the food
schedule might change a bit but there is still a full refrigerator and pantry
and the freedom to ask for whatever foods one wants them to stock. 

"The "lodge" (the building where one stays) is strikingly similar to the house
on Vashon, down to the angled front, high roof on the living room, the deck
outside, lots of wood, etc. Quite amazing. There is the "office," a couple
hundred feet away, a two story building. The whole place is back in the woods,
very isolated which means private which means quiet. The grounds and the
surrounding countryside are rolling hills with tons of trees. Here we also have
some open mowed grass. Very pretty. I’ve gone for walks on the gravel roads.
There are some homes scattered about but they are scarce. 

"This countryside is very rural with lots of farms. Most of the roads are
two-lane, sweeping and dipping around the hills. Few cars and no scarcity of
deer. Weather has been good, with sun each day, sometimes quite warm and humid,
but the Lodge is nicely air conditioned if it is too much on the porch on the
side or the deck out front. 

"There are three bedrooms with multiple beds. The place can easily take 9
people. (I was told the most has been 6 clients at one time.) There is a library
filled with all sorts of books re cults and religions and abuse. Lots of videos
and audio tapes. 

"There is a "residence coordinator" (RC) who sleeps in one room who takes care
of the place, cleaning it, fixing the meals and getting whatever is needed. (The
only restriction is that Wellspring is drug/alcohol-free. More on this later.)
The RC job rotates between several people. The RC otherwise stays out of one’s
way. The most he/she does is ask what one wants to eat and prepares it. The RC
has also driven me into the closest town (Athens - 12 mile away) when I wanted
to shop or go to a movie. 

"Athens is perhaps 85 miles south of Columbus (Ohio) which is where I flew into,
and the nearest real airport. When one arrives, they pick one up in a van. It
takes perhaps 90 minutes for the trip out. Columbus is the state capital and one
of the largest cities in Ohio. 

"Athens is a university town. Ohio University (big school) is here. School
starts again in a couple of weeks so right now it is quiet but it will soon be
bustling with young people. Lots of coffee shops, bookstores, pizza shops, beer
parlors, as you can imagine. I’ve been there twice (once just driving through at
my request and the other a couple of days ago to see a movie.) 

"Wellspring itself is perhaps 12 miles south of Athens and a few miles north of
the Ohio-West Virginia border. 

"There’s a TV in the Lodge but few stations to watch because of reception, due
to the hills. But enough to kill the time, if one wants. Or one can go into town
and rent some movies. I haven’t yet. 

"There is a phone to call out, if one uses one’s credit card. Calls are allowed
in but one has to tell them who one will accept calls from. They do this for
privacy. 

"My room is upstairs, with three single beds. A bathroom is next door and just
like a hotel, towels and the rest is provided. There’s a modern laundry room
downstairs. 

"The whole atmosphere is that of a very nice hostel, given that one might have a
roommate. (Although I’m sure the next person to arrive will go to one of the
other rooms and the next to the third and the fourth would then be sharing with
someone.) 

"The staff bend over backwards to be courteous, almost too much so! (laugh) More
like an expensive hotel. 

"There’s no workout room (sigh) but the husband of one of the RC’s has one at
their home and she’s taken me there twice to work out with him, which is really
nice of her. I can go any time I want. (I went yesterday and will probably go
again Tuesday.) 

"There are (warning: a word similar to a cult word is about to appear) sessions
and workshops. The workshop is instructional, using video tapes, mainly, giving
one some information according to one’s needs and interests. (If I don’t want to
see the tape or do it, that is up to me.) I’ve seen several excellent tapes re
cult methods and recovery. Workshops go no longer than two hours, usually much
less. Mine are in the afternoon. 

"Sesssions are with one of the two counselors and are intended to be personal. 

"When I arrived I went through an "interview" process, using a list of questions
they have, which gives them some idea what they are dealing with. (With me, they
know more than usual but with most people, they know almost nothing.) Then they
take it from there but we never take up subjects I don’t want to deal with and I
am in control of the session, which is very different  from the way it was in a
certain cult we know. I don’t even have to go. If I wanted to just sleep and
rest and eat and recover that way for two weeks, I can. (I’ve been told it is
not unusual for some to do that for days, especially when they come right out of
theie cult and are both exhausted and poorly nourished and confused. They get
all the time they want.) There is also a physical exam by a doctor who comes out
to do it. (He said I am in good shape.) And a battery of tests. Again, it is all
optional. 

"Saturday afternoon and Sunday are off/free by schedule. Today is Sunday and by
choice, I wanted to do some reading, based on some things I wanted to look up
and learn. (My original plan was for the RC to take me into Athens, drop me off
and let me just walk the town and come back when I called to get me, but I
changed my mind. I’m doing Athens tomorrow afternoon. Besides my wanting to do
some reading, more stores will be open anyway.)" 

Vaughn finished two weeks at Wellspring and felt that it had been incredibly
helpful to him in his recovery. 

I hope to return to Wellspring in the future for more therapy. In the meantime,
I’ve told a number of my friends about my experience, and it’s given them hope
that they can recover. 

I have two things to say before I end this post. 

The first thing is that if any of you want more information about Wellspring,
visit their web site at www.wellspring.albany.oh.us/. Also please feel free to
write to me or call me if you have any questions. My email address is
stacy8@gte.net, and my phone number is 206-463-6809. I urge all former
Scientologists to get into therapy, whether it is at Wellspring, or with another
therapist that you trust. Get out from under the nightmare of Scientology. Get
some help. 

The other thing I have to say is that we have started a Victim’s Relief Fund at
FACTNet. This is a fund set up to help people coming out of Scientology to get
their lives together, and particularly to help them get therapy. We’re launching
a huge fund-raising campaign to raise the money to pay for people to go to
Wellspring or get whatever therapy they feel will help them. 

Please, if you are reading this and you have the ability to donate to the
FACTNet Victim’s Relief Fund, please do so as generously as you possibly can. In
the end, only therapy will finally get the Scientology monkey off its victims’
backs. 

Make your checks payable to the FACTNet Victim’s Relief Fund and send them to me
at the following address: 

FACTNet Victim’s Relief Fund
c/o Stacy Brooks Young
P.O. Box 2698
Vashon, WA  98070

Title: Scientology's reign of terrorism is at an end
Author: stacy8@gte.net (Stacy Brooks Young)
Date: Thu, 03 Sep 1998 05:52:14 GMT

By now everyone should have seen the lengthy message Vaughn posted last night.
For various reasons he did not want to discuss what he has been doing until now,
and I realize this silence has created concern and allowed Scientology to hope
for the worst. But Vaughn is, more than  ever, doing what he does best in this
battle with Scientology. He and I are in daily contact, and I suggest that any
hope Scientology may have had that they could drive a wedge between Vaughn and
me is just as futile now as it ever was when we were inside the cult. It will
never happen. 

Now it is time to bring everyone up to date on the relentless campaign of
intimidation and harassment to which both Bob Minton and I have been subjected
recently. It is a campaign which has increased dramatically since Jesse Prince
emailed Bob at FACTNet after hearing about the Dateline program and, shortly
thereafter, met with me in Columbus, Ohio. It will become clear as you read this
report that Scientology is terrified of what Jesse’s information is going to do.
So terrified, in fact, that they have literally made death threats against him.
But let me start earlier. 

It began on July 7, while I was in Columbus, Ohio, for a meeting with Brian
Haney and Bob. That evening when I checked my email I found that the executive
director of FACTNet had forwarded a message to me that Jesse Prince had sent to
Bob Minton. In the email message Jesse suggested to Bob that he check with
Vaughn and me about who he was, since the three of us had worked together
extensively when we were in Scientology. He included a cell phone number in his
message. I called him immediately and left a message giving him my hotel phone
number.  

I had known Jesse since 1976 in Scientology and was thrilled to see that he was
reaching out to re-establish contact. He had been third in command of
Scientology, under David Miscavige and Vicki Aznaran, from 1982 until he was
busted, along with Vicki and many others (including Vaughn), by DM in 1987.
Jesse had always been a kind-hearted person, even when he had every reason to
advance his own position by becoming one of DM’s vicious lieutenants. Jesse
never crossed that threshold. He always remained my friend and someone that I
and others could trust not to sell us out. 

I also knew that Jesse would be David Miscavige’s worst nightmare if he decided
to come forward to expose what he knows about Scientology. He was not just in
the inner circle; Jesse was in the innermost inner sanctum, privy to all of the
illegalities, covert operations, destruction of enemies, and degradation of Sea
Org staff – all order by Miscavige. He was also a direct witness to the rift
between LRH, Pat Broeker and DM which began in 1981 and increased as LRH and
Broeker realized with growing alarm that DM was wresting control of Scientology
away from them. I was electrified at the possibility that Jesse and I might
re-connect. The ramifications for the battle being waged to reform Scientology
were staggering. I knew that if Jesse came forward with the information he had,
it would mean the end of DM’s reign of terror. I also knew that Jesse would be
in serious danger as soon as DM found that that he had contacted me. But Jesse
had always been fearless when I knew him. I hoped he would still be that way.  

On Wednesday, July 8, Bob left Columbus in the morning and I spent several hours
finishing up some business with Brian. When I got back to my hotel at 3:30 I had
a message from Jesse Prince asking me to call him on his cell phone. When I
heard Jesse’s voice again, after not having seen or heard from him for nine
years, I literally cried with joy. I called him right away and he answered on
the first ring. He was sitting in a bar in downtown Boston with some friends
when I reached him. We were so happy to hear each other’s voices that we
practically shouted at each other, it was such an emotional moment for us. The
idea that we had both survived so much, and that our friendship had survived all
these years and was as strong as ever, was just too much for us. I was the first
friend Jesse had contacted since he had gone into hiding after he left
Scientology and they began coming after him. 

Immediately, without even thinking about it, my support for Jesse was
unconditional. Whatever you need to recover, I told him, I’ll help you get it.
This is how I feel about Jesse and every other victim of the unspeakable abuse
and degradation to which DM subjects his subordinates. I experienced the
nightmare  myself. I know the horror he survived. Jesse is my friend. He is a
decent, kind-hearted, caring person. He’s no angel and never claimed to be, any
more than I am. But I will help him in any way I can. He knows it, and we trust
each other, and nothing Scientology can do will ever drive a wedge between us. 

I arranged for Jesse to fly to Columbus that very night. He didn’t even have
time to go back to his hotel to get his suitcase. Brian and I met him at the
airport and when he walked down that ramp I can’t remember ever being happier to
see anyone than I was to see Jesse that night. We stayed up for hours just
catching up on each other’s experiences. He filled in the missing pieces for me
about the dismal failure of the 1987 attempted  coup, when Pat Broeker sent
Vicki Aznaran, Jesse Prince and Spike Bush on a mission to the secret base of
international Scientology management in Gilman Hot Springs to remove Miscavige
from post and take over command of Scientology. I won’t retell the whole story
here because Jesse can do that much better than I, but it answered many
questions that I had had. At the same time, I was able to fill in missing pieces
for Jesse, since I had been in the LRH biography unit in LA under Vaughn and
Broeker at the time, and had therefore been directly and catastrophically
affected by the upheaval caused by their failed coup. 

Jesse and I spent all day Thursday together, just catching each other up and
re-establishing our friendship. Jesse told me how difficult it had been for him
to make the transition back to the real world after sixteen years in the bizaare
"through-the-looking-glass" world of the Sea Org. He told me that during the
first five years after he escaped, he felt he had hit rock bottom and it seemed
as if he had suffered just about all the loss possible for him. He said he had
felt as if he had nothing else to lose for a time. He had been forced to declare
bankruptcy in 1994 and start all over again. He said he found that he was so
unsocialized that he literally could not work with other people, because no
matter what he did, he just couldn’t fit in. He said he would experience a
physical revulsion to being around too many people, and sometimes he couldn’t
bear to be around even one other person. To his credit, Jesse started his own
company and was able to pull himself up by his bootstraps and begin the long
journey toward becoming a functioning member of society. By the time he and I
met, Jesse said he felt he was finally gaining some stability personally and
some success in his business. He was coming back to himself, he said, and coming
back to the world, and it was finally OK for him to be doing that. 

Jesse told me that for several years after he left, he had avoided any contact
with Scientology or Scientologists to try to separate himself from the deep
deception and delusion that, as far as Jesse was concerned, happens to anyone
who practices and associates with Scientology for any length of time. But at the
end of June, he said, he was in Chicago visiting his family, and his cousin told
him she had seen a program on NBC’s Dateline about a guy named Bob Minton. She
told Jesse that Bob helped people get out of Scientology and exposed the abusive
and deceptive practices of the Scientology cult.

Two weeks later, for the first time ever, Jesse logged onto the Internet. He did
it via a computer at a cyber-cafe in Minneapolis, and he found
alt.religion.scientology. According to Jesse, he could hardly believe what he
was seeing! He had never seen so many people unafraid to stand up and tell the
truth about the misery that families and friends have suffered at the hands of
Scientology. He came across the FACTNet web page and saw something about Vaughn
and me, and that was how it all began. The more we talked, the more Jesse’s
conviction grew that it was time for him to stand up and tell his story and do
everything possible to end the abuse of Scientology. We talked about how
Scientology would go after him, how they would do everything they could to ruin
his life, discredit him, portray him as a criminal, a pervert and worse. He knew
he would be subjecting his own family to harassment and abuse if he took a
public stand against them. And he knew it was very possible he could be in
physical danger. But Jesse’s strength and courage increased before my very eyes.
By Thursday evening, Jesse was committed to exposing the evil of Scientology,
whatever the cost. 

Although I didn’t know it until several days later, it was on July 9 that the
Boston Globe published its huge article about Bob’s battle with the Church of
Scientology. It was extremely favorable toward Bob, and extremely critical of
Scientology. 

After an emotionally exhausting couple of days with Jesse, on Friday morning,
July 10, I flew to Boston to meet my family for a week-long vacation on Cape
Cod, while Jesse returned home to Minneapolis to prepare for his life to change
radically. We were in touch every day while I was in South Harwich, because as
soon as Jesse touched down in Minneapolis he discovered he was being followed,
and we realized that Scientology had had us under surveillance in Columbus.
Because of the information Jesse has, we had to assume he and I both would at
the very least be under continual surveillance once Scientology found out he had
hooked up with me. 

I suggested it would be wise for Jesse to meet with attorney Dan Leipold in
Santa Ana, California, just south of Los Angeles. I thought Jesse should speak
to an attorney as soon as possible about the legal risks to which he was
exposing himself by taking on Scientology. Dan is one of the most experienced
attorneys I know in the strange world of Scientology litigation. He is also
representing Lawrence Wollersheim in the FACTNet litigation and I thought he
would probably be interested in what Jesse knew about possible fraud concerning
the copyrights in question in the FACTNet case. Jesse was extremely apprehensive
about flying to LA, since it was in that city that much of his nightmarish
Scientology experiences occurred. I offered to meet him in LA so that he would
not have to deal with the painful memories alone. He accepted my offer with
great relief and I arranged for both of us to fly into Los Angeles on Saturday
evening, July 18, after my family vacation was over. . 

Little did either of us realize that painful memories would be the least of
Jesse’s difficulties during his stay in Los Angeles. 

I arrived several hours before Jesse, on Saturday evening, July 18. A dear
friend of both Jesse’s and mine met me at the airport and treated me to a
leisurely dinner until it was time to meet Jesse’s plane. Jesse and our friend
had not seen each other since the late 1970s, so it was a dramatic reunion.
Moreover, they had much to reminisce about, since they were both on the infamous
1977-78 RPF in Los Angeles, when the RPF was forced to renovate the
newly-acquired Cedars of Lebanon Hospital, now known simply as "the Complex" and
best-known for the fact that the entire complex of buildings is painted light
blue. Thirty hours on, three off, that was the schedule during the horrific
sixteen months they spent together in the RPF. Our friend told Jesse the story
of how she escaped, a heartbreaking story Jesse had never heard before, and
Jesse told her what had happened to him after she left Scientology. 

The reunion of the three of us was deeply moving. I imagine it to be very much
like the emotion that victims of any totalitarian, terrorist regime must
experience when they are reunited after so many years. For us as former Sea Org
members, our relief was in finding that the three of us had survived with our
sanity at least relatively in tact. We are three of the lucky ones. I have
encountered many former Sea Org members who have seemingly irreparable
psychological, emotional and physical damage, and it is heartbreaking to realize
that they may very well never fully recover. That night Jesse, our mutual friend
and I were poignantly aware of our good fortune. 

The next day the harassment began. 

Jesse and I took a short drive for some morning coffee at Starbuck’s and quickly
realized we were being followed. We decided to confirm our suspicion by taking a
circuitous route and, sure enough, we confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that
we had tail. There were two different cars on us, and wherever we went one or
the other was always behind us. 

The next day we visited a former Scientologist in a suburb north of Los Angeles.
While we were there, a neighbor called to say there were two cars parked outside
of her house, and that a man had actually come to her door trying to get
information about Jesse and me. The neighbor described the cars  for us and gave
us the license plates. She also assured us that she had totally refused to
cooperate with Scientology’s hired thugss. 

When Jesse and I left our friend’s house several hours later, sure enough, the
two cars the neighbor had described pulled out and began to follow us. It was
dark by then, and the truth is that neither Jesse nor I see very well at night.
So we got lost several times and ended up driving around in circles trying to
get home. Somehow our tail got in front of us, and we laughed as we pulled up
behind them at a stoplight. When the light turned green, our Scientology friends
sped off into the darkness, undoubtedly embarrassed at their clumsy attempt at
surveillance. By the way, Scientology has no idea how many quiet enemies it has.
The friend with whom Jesse and I were staying had another houseguest at the
time, a non-Scientologist. He jumped right into the fray, directing us to park
our car in a parking lot near our friend’s house, picking us up in his own car,
getting us to lie down on the back seat so the Scientology tails wouldn’t see
us, and safely delivering us home. All the while, private investigators were
circling the house as if we were carrion. And Jesse hadn’t said a word about
Scientology yet! 

I had to leave Jesse in LA to go to Wellspring (that will be the subject of a
separate post coming very soon), but Vaughn flew down to be with him so he
wouldn’t be alone. The day after I left, Vaughn and Jesse were at Dan Leipold’s
officeworking on a declaration for the FACTNet case concerning Scientology’s
extensive copyright fraud. Suddenly Jesse heard someone shouting his name
through the window. 

"Hey, Jesse! Come out here!" they were yelling. It was obvious that the two
people were OSA operatives, so, of course, Jesse didn’t go outside. One of the
operatives finally opened the door himself and threw a letter addressed to Jesse
inside the door. It was a letter threatening to sue Jesse if he said a word
about what he knew about Scientology. But, as Jesse told me on the phone that
night, it was too late to frighten him. The blanket of fear was being rolled
back, and the war was on.

Two days later Jesse was falsely detained by two private investigators at four
in the morning as he returned to his hotel. As he pulled into the parking lot,
they pulled up behind him so that he couldn’t move his car and handed him
another threatening letter. Jesse lost his temper at them, and one of the PI’s
responded by screaming at Jesse, "You black motherfucker! I’m going to blow your
damn head off!" 

As Jesse said later, that PI obviously didn’t realize that as a veteran Sea Org
member, Jesse was quite used to racial slurs. Jesse just watched the guy spit
and stammer, and then he chased him to the highway in his red convertible
Mustang. 

Meanwhile, I left Los Angeles and flew to Boston on Friday, July 24. I was
literally exhausted after the harassment Jesse and I had been subjected to in
L.A., and I badly needed a rest. Bob met me at the airport and told me that
someone pretending to be my "travel agent" had called the house in Boston the
night before and told Therese what flight I was coming in on. Although Therese
already knew about the relationship between Bob and me and knew that I was
flying to Boston, having an obvious Scientology operative call her and throw
this in her face had been extremely upsetting for her, particularly because she
was scheduled to leave for England Friday morning with the two girls. Bob told
me about this phone call on the way to his house in Sandown, New Hampshire,
where we planned to spend a quiet weekend before I went to Wellspring. But as
all of you know by now, it turned out to be anything but a quiet weekend in New
Hampshire. 

On Saturday afternoon, July 25, Bob and I were swimming in the pool on his
property in New Hampshire. Bob was telling me about a phone call he had received
from high-level Scientology operative Mike Rinder. Bob was telling me that
Scientology had had Jesse and me under surveillance when we met for the first
time in Columbus, Ohio, on Wednesday, July 8, and that the reason he knew this
was that on Sunday, July 19, he had received a telephone call from Rinder.
During the phone call Rinder let Bob know that he was aware that Jesse Prince
had met with me in Ohio, and he demanded to know if Jesse Prince was on Bob’s
payroll, meaning was he now paying Jesse to do anti-Scientology work. Bob told
me he had replied that he was not, but because of that  phone call Bob had known
the harassment of both Jesse and me was going to increase, and that was exactly
what had happened in Los Angeles. 

This was at about 5:00 p.m. on Saturday afternoon. I suddenly looked up the hill
toward the driveway and saw someone standing at the top of the hill near the
barn, looking down at us in the pool. When another person appeared and began to
shout my name along with outrageous obscenities, we both realized with alarm
that it was Scientologists on Bob’s property. 

As Bob wrote in his report to the New Hampshire prosecutor, "At that point I
knew that the Scientologists were trespassing on my property and invading my
privacy for the express purpose of continuing their campaign of harassment and
intimidation against Stacy Young and myself. Having experienced this harassment
for the past year, I was fully aware that these people are fanatical in their
beliefs and that they had been indoctrinated into believing that both Stacy
Young and I were dangerous criminals. There is a policy in Scientology known as
"Fair Game," which states that anyone who is a threat to Scientology can be
"lied to, tricked, sued, and destroyed" in any way necessary without the
perpetrator being punished in any way. I fully believed this to be the state of
mind of the Scientologists on my property and considered that both Stacy Young
and I were in physical danger as long as these people were trespassing on my
property. 

As everyone knows, the final outcome of this incident was that no charges were
filed against Bob and the Scientologists were warned never to set foot on his
property again. But it was an extremely stressful weekend. 

The next day, Sunday, July 26, Bob got a call from Therese in England saying
that a letter had been hand-delivered to her father’s house outside of London.
The letter was signed by Mike Rinder and was filled with terrible information
about a number of people that Bob has assisted, but the majority of the letter
was filled with scurrilous information about me, clearly calculated to upset
Therese as much as possible. 

Later that day, Bob drove me down to Boston so I could take a flight to
Columbus, Ohio, and from there I drove south to Wellspring. As soon as I
arrived, I arranged for Jesse to fly to New Hampshire to stay with Bob to make
sure he was safe while I was in Ohio. Jesse flew to Boston on July 27 and was
there until August 8. As I had expected, Jesse and Bob became the best of
friends during the week he stayed there. 

Later Jesse would tell me that he was amazed to meet Bob, and utterly surprised
to meet someone who has compassion for people who have had a bad experience that
he has not personally had. As Jesse pointed out, the common reaction of people
toward ex-cult members is that they are strange and somehow basically stupid ,
easily manipulated people. But the fact of the matter is that it’s just plain
bad luck when a person gets into a cult, and it could and does happen to almost
anyone. Bob understands that, and Jesse loves him for it. 

As Jesse told me after his trip to New Hampshire, "Bob restored my faith and
belief in humanity. I don’t know how else to describe it beyond that. Bob has
the courage of a lion and the heart and mind of an angel. He is not afraid of
anything I’ve seen yet."

From New Hampshire Jesse flew to Minneapolis to pack up his things and get ready
for his life to change radically. Vaughn flew to Minneapolis to meet Jesse so
that he would have someone with him while he prepared to move to Boulder. The
most difficult part about getting Vaughn to Minneapolis was that MacPherson, our
85-pound dog, had to go with him. Mac is the dog who was kidnapped last February
and beaten brutally while Vaughn was in Germany testifying against Scientology.
You’ll be glad to know that he has fully recovered from the beating. The only
vestige of it is that he is missing all of his bottom front teeth, but that
doesn’t bother Mac at all. He and Vaughn are inseparable, so, of course, he goes
everywhere Vaughn goes. He is a very large dog (and an excellent watchdog – if
anyone ever tried to hurt Vaughn they would probably lose an arm) so it took a
while to find a crate big enough to hold him, and then we had to find a flight
that would allow him on. But we solved all of these logistical problems and
Vaughn and Mac arrived safely in Minneapolis. 

FACTNet purchased a car for Jesse’s use when he got to Minneapolis. Two days
later, one of Scientology’s hired thugs kicked in the passenger door of the car
(there is a picture of kicked-in door on alt.binaries.scientology). 

Jesse took Vaughn on a fairly wild journey to Chicago, where he got a chance to
meet Jesse’s Blues/Rock Star brother Ron. In vintage Jesse style, the two of
them ran all around the North and South sides of Chicago, visting old friends
and having a good time meeting new people.

They left Chicago and went to visit Jesse’s daughter and his grandchildren in a
small town in southern Illinois, then headed for Memphis, Tennesse, where
Jesse’s father and sister live. As it happened, Vaughn checked into a hotel
right across the street from Graceland, and it happened to be Elvis week. So
Vaughn enjoyed the Elvis celebration while Jesse had a great time with his
father and sister, whose birthday happened to be just when they were there. The
best part of the trip for Jesse, though, was that he met his great-nephew
Malachi, who is two years old and, according to Jesse, is a "joy to behold."  

While Jesse and Vaughn were ennroute to Denver, I was finishing my stay at
Wellspring. What an incredible place!

Because of several extremely harassive visits from Scientology private
investigator Eugene Ingram a few years back, Wellspring has a gate at the
beginning of their driveway which they kept locked most of the time while I was
there to protect me from being harassed. So my two-week stay was wonderfully
free of Scientologists or private investigators -- until Bob Minton arrived
toward the end of my stay. He came to Wellspring so that he and I could speak to
one of the counselors there together. As he drove up to the Wellspring gate he
was met with several scruffy looking individuals who soon made it clear that
they were Scientologists, there to take photographs of Bob and me. 

We took down their license plate numbers and reported them to the local sheriff,
who was already familiar with their tactics because of the trouble Wellspring
had had with Scientology earlier. The sheriff was very supportive and told us to
let him know immediately if we had any further instances of being followed or
harassed in any way. We assumed the Scientologists found out that the sheriff
was on the look-out for them, because we didn’t see them again for the duration
of our stay. 

When we left Wellspring Bob and I stopped briefly in Washington, D.C., to have
dinner with a high-level media contact, and then on Sunday, August 9, I returned
to Vashon Island and he flew back to Boston. 

Vaughn and Jesse made it to Denver in time for Jesse to be deposed in the
FACTNet case in a grueling three-day confrontation with Scientology attorney
Samuel Rosen. I met Jesse in Denver on Tuesday, August 18, so that I could
attend the deposition as a FACTNet director. Also attending were Ford Greene,
representing Jesse, Dan Leipold, representing Lawrence Wollersheim, Lawrence
himself (who is also named in the suit as an individual), and, sitting on
Rosen’s side of the table for Scientology, Mike Rinder and RTC staff member
Allan Cartwright. Jesse was senior to both of these Scientology operatives when
he was in RTC, so it was fascinating to observe these two as they reacted to
Jesse’s testimony. I won’t go into details here about the deposition, because it
will be the subject of another post once Scientology’s protective order is
lifted. I will say, however, that I have never seen anyone treated with more
contempt, discourtesy and blatant racism than Jesse was by Sam Rosen in that
deposition. It was staggering. To Jesse’s credit, he maintained his composure
throughout the deposition and never once rose to Rosen’s bait. Jesse is truly
and profoundly a gentleman.  

One night while we were all in Denver, Scientology sent a call girl in on Jesse
to try to entrap him. The woman stole a  $100 bill that Jesse put on the table
to pay for the drink he had bought her in the bar of the hotel where we were
staying. Jesse was so irritated that she had stolen his money! 

"Now, I know this girl was being well paid," Jesse laughingly complained to me
later. "Why did she have to rob poor me?" 

Oddly, Scientology also hired a gay man to try to entrap Jesse. Anyone who knows
Jesse Prince at all can tell you that he has never had any interest and probably
never will have any interest in anything but women. As Jesse put it, "With all
the pc folder information they have about me and use against me, I have no idea
why they thought I might go for a gay guy." 

Needless to say, Jesse didn’t fall for either of Scientology’s attempts to
entrap him. 

After the deposition Jesse remained in Boulder to begin a thorough debriefing
with Lawrence Wollersheim, and I returned to Vashon Island. (This debriefing
will be the subject of a series of stunning posts in the near future.)

Neither Ford Greene, Dan Leipold, Jesse nor I had been aware of any surveillance
while the deposition was ongoing. But as soon as Ford, Dan and I left and Jesse
was alone in Boulder, the PIs descended upon him in force. Jesse told me that
one day the PIs were following him in such a harassive way that he was forced to
call the police four times. The police ordered a female PI to leave Jesse alone
and watched to make sure she didn’t follow Jesse as he drove away. But when he
arrived at the house where he was staying, the very same female PI was waiting
for him, laughing, in front of the house. 

During this same period of time, on Monday, August 24, Scientologists picketed
the financial district in Boston and for several hours distributed fliers
concerning the relationship between Bob Minton and me. It was the distribution
of these fliers that prompted Bob to post his now-famous message on a.r.s. in
which he announced that he and I are getting married. What immediately preceeded
this post was a private email from one of the regulars on a.r.s. attacking Bob
really harshly for "not living up to proper moral standards." He was extremely
upset by the distribution of the fliers, and the private message just hit him
the wrong way. He tried to reach me before he posted his announcement but I was
in Seattle and unreachable. When he finally reached me in the early evening, he
was extremely upset about what had happened that day and told me the stress of
Scientology’s harassment had nearly broken him. He read me what he had posted
about our relationship. I suppose it was because of the stress of having
Scientology turn our personal lives into a fishbowl that we decided that night
that we would no longer hide our relationship in any way. 

The next morning Bob flew into Seattle. I was there to meet him, and as we got
off the escalator from the gate, we nearly ran into four picketers holding signs
about Bob Minton and me. This was the first of a series of pickets which have
happened everywhere we have flown in the past two weeks. Somehow the
Scientologists know when both of us are flying, what airlines we are taking, our
flight number and the gate where we will arrive in the airport. They have met
every plane either of us has taken since Bob’s post on August 23. 

They have picketed not only our flghts. Bob was in Seattle from Tuesday, August
24, until Thursday, August 26, when we both flew to San Francisco. While he was
in Seattle the Scientologists picketed the hotel where we were staying in
downtown Seattle and my cat sanctuary on Vashon Island. The hotel security ran
them off at the hotel, and Vashon’s local sheriff ordered them off the island
when he discovered them on Vashon. 

On Wednesday, August 25, my assistant at the sanctuary reported to me that she
had received two telephone death threats. The calls seemed to come from two
different people, and both callers assumed that it was I who answered the phone.
The callers said roughly the following: 

"Listen, you fucking cunt, you better get that black bastard in the witness
protection program because we’re going to fucking kill him. Do you understand,
you fucking whore?" 

Forgive my language, but I want you to have the full impact of these calls. My
assistant was terrified, and Bob and I were both extremely alarmed at this
dramatic shift in Scientology’s approach. I called Jesse and Lawrence
immediately to let them both know Scientology was now threatening to kill Jesse.
Soon afterwards I received two telephone calls from the FBI wanting full details
of the telephone death threats. I spoke to the FBI agents at great length,
briefing them on the full implications of Jesse’s knowledge of Scientology’s
crimes and assuring them that the Scientology leadership is perfectly capable of
murdering Jesse to keep his knowledge from ever surfacing. To my knowledge, the
FBI has had Jesse under surveillance protection ever since and is keeping
detailed records of all the Scientology tails they are able to ascertain. 

Bob and I flew to San Francisco on Friday, August 28, to meet with Ford Greene
and several other people. Our departure was not without incident, as a lone
picketer said goodbye to us as we boarded the plane at the Seattle airport. When
we arrived at the San Francisco airport we were confronted with several
picketers with signs about Bob and me. They were extremely rude and continued to
harass us until we reached the baggage claim area of the airport. 

The next day Bob and I, along with Grady Ward, Keith Henson, and several others,
picketed the San Franicisco org. Several Scientologists came out and distributed
leaflets about Bob Minton and me to anyone who received a flier about Lisa
McPherson from Grady Ward or a flier about Xenu from Kristi. Kristi, I might
add, is better at working a crowd than anyone I’ve seen at any trade show.
Otherwise, it was a peaceful demonstration that concluded without further
incident. 

The next morning Therese Minton called Bob to let him know that Scientologists
had picketed their homes in Boston and New Hampshire, in both locations passing
out fliers about Bob and me. She was angry at the despicable tactics of the
Scientologists and concerned that these fliers were being passed out where
friends of the Minton children might recieve them. Therese had gone out and
photographed the picketers. She was not in the least bit intimidated by them.
She was merely furious at them for their hypocrisy in feigning concern for the
children while doing everything possible to hurt them. 

This incident upset Bob a great deal, and after a meeting with Grady, we were
ready for a long walk in downtown San Francisco just to try to relax. We set out
from our hotel toward Fisherman’s Wharf. When we had walked several blocks Bob
decided we should turn back and get a map from the Fairmont Hotel. We were
nearly to the front door of the Fairmont when we suddenly realized that one of
the Scientology operatives we had seen at the org the day before was standing
with his back to us in front of the Fairmont, holding a walkie-talkie to his
mouth, and saying, "They’re heading back toward their hotel now; they’re in
front of the Fairmont." 

We were flabbergasted that we were being stalked like this by Scientology. Bob
was in no mood to be cordial to this Scientology goon. He walked over to him and
demanded to know why he was following us. The Scientologist sneered at Bob and
said, "I’m a citizen of San Francisco. I have as much right to be here as you
do." 

At that, Bob called the San Franicisco police and reported that we were being
stalked, that we had been met at our gate at the San Francisco airport by
Scientologists, that they were stalking us all across the country, meeting us
wherever we fly, and now here they were stalking us through the streets of San
Francisco. We followed this man for many blocks, deep into the heart of
Chinatown, keeping tabs on him until the police could arrive. Every few feet the
Scientologist (we later found out his name was Mark Warlick) stopped and
pretended to be videoing scenes from Chinatown as if he were a tourist. Later
one of the police officers suggested that he was probably erasing the footage he
had taken of Bob and me in case they confiscated his camera. When the police
arrived the officer did take the video camera, although he later returned it. 

This Scientologist, Mark Warlick, admitted to the police that he was one of the
people who met us at our gate two days before, so it was obvious to the police
that the Scientologists were harassing us. But when the police sergeant finally
arrived and interviewed both the Scientologist and Bob and me, he came to the
conclusion, albeit reluctantly, that Mark Warlick had not technically broken any
law. 

"Listen," he said to us, "you two are celebrities, and there is just no way to
control what people are going to do when you arrive in town. It’s the same
problem politicians have. People picket them, they follow them, they yell at
them, and what can the police do? Unless these people actually break the law, we
can’t arrest them." 

This was unnerving to hear from a law enforcement officer. Bob and I looked at
each other in dismay as we realized that what this policeman had just told us
was that Scientology would be able to continue to harass us and there was
nothing the law of the United States could do to stop them. 

The sergeant did warn Mark Warlick that he had come dangerously close to
breaking the stalking law, and he did tell him to let all the other Scientology
operatives know that if they crossed the line and broke the law they would be
arrested. The sneer on Mark Warlick’s face that he had had when we first saw him
in front of the Fairmont Hotel was definitely gone by the time the police let
him go. But the incident had had a profound effect on Bob and me. 

We returned to our hotel room and talked about what had happened. What we
realized was that the only way we can deal with the harassment from Scientology
is to refuse to be intimidated by them in any way. 

We went out and purchased a large portfolio case that holds up to ten picket
signs and sticks. When we left San Francisco for Boulder, Colorado, to visit
Jesse and to have a board meeting with Lawrence Wollersheim, we carried our
portfolio case on board the airplane with us. When we landed in Denver, I got
out my digital camera, and Bob carried the portfolio case with him as we walked
out to the gate. 

I saw Jesse with several picketers as I rounded the corner to the gate and I
immediately started shooting pictures. Bob pulled out picket signs, handed one
to Jesse and held up one himself, and we immediately turned the tables on these
Scientology picketers. Bob and Jesse were following the picketers and I was
taking photographs of the entire incidents. Bob was announcing to everyone in
the airport that these were Scientologists who were stalking us, following us
everywhere we go and trying to frighten us into silence so we won’t expose the
true nature of their so-called "church." 

We got on the shuttle to baggage claim and noticed that the Scientology
picketers purposely did not get on the shuttle. So when our shuttle arrived, we
waited for the next one. When the picketers got off, we began shooting their
photos again and following them with our own picket signs, again announcing
loudly who they were and why they were there. By the time we were finished with
them, these four picketers had their signs between their legs and they were
running out of the airport. 

The next night Jesse, Lawrence, Bob and I had dinner at the Boulderado Hotel. At
a certain point we recognized someone from the ARSCC Boulder Underground
standing outside the restaurant. Bob went out to say hello and when he came
back, he reported that there were approximately seven to ten Scientology PIs
surrounding the hotel, but that the ARSCC Boulder Underground had successfully
scrambled the radio signals of the PIs and disrupted their surveillance so
effectively that most of them had given up and left. 

Today I flew home to Seattle and Bob and Jesse flew to Boston. When I arrived on
Vashon Island I was met with picketers right up the street from the sanctuary,
undoubtedly because the sheriff warned them if they trespassed on private
property again he would arrest them. 

When Jesse and Bob got off their plane in Boston they were met by seven
picketers, including the DSA Maureen O’Keefe, OSA operative Gerard Renna, Frank
Hall, and several others who have picketed in Boston before. 

Immediately Bob pulled picket signs out of his portfolio case and both of them
held picket signs up while Bob also took photos with his digital camera, so he
could download them right away to post on alt.binries.scientology. 

Maureen came at Bob with, as he put it, "a stomach that stuck out three feet
from her face," and holding the taunting a.r.s. post that Bob had sent from the
airplane announcing that he and Jesse were arriving in Boston and providing OSA
with their flight number. Gerard Renna was also trying to get in Bob’s face,
although he is so short that he wasn’t able to reach. 

Both Jesse and Bob pointed out to Renna on several occasions that he was in
serious need of mouthwash, as they were having a very difficult time every time
he got close to them. 

The Scientologists were extremely hostile all along, but they were unable to
stop the verbal tech of the tag-team duo, Bob and Jesse. Finally in the baggage
claim area the encounter became so boisterous that the Massachusetts state
troopers had to come in to restore order. When they found out that Jesse and Bob
were passengers who had arrived on a flight from Denver, had been stalked
through the terminal, and were trying to pick up their bags, they told the
Scientologists that had they known they were demonstating at the gate or
anywhere in the airport, for that matter, they would have arrested them, as FAA
regulations prohibit such activities. 

The Scientologists were removed to a neutral location, where they couldn’t
bother Bob and Jesse while they left the airport. 

Bob called Therese from the car and told her what had happened at the airport,
but Therese said she wasn’t afraid of "those fools" and told them to go ahead
and go to the house. But four Scientologist followed Bob and Jesse to a house
they knew Bob no longer lives in, specifically for the purpose of upsetting
Therese and the children. Jesse went outside of the Beacon Hill house and spoke
to the four Scientologists. DSA Maureen O’Keefe told the other three to stay
away from Jesse, but Gerard Renna and the other two Scientologists gathered
round him and listened, spellbound, as he told them the real story of life in
the inner circle of Scientology leadership. 

This conversation with Jesse continued until two Boston police cars arrived and
ordered the Scientologists to leave. 

From now on, we will document every instance of harassment or attempted
intimidation by Scientology. Soon we’ll have a web page set up that will get
daily updates of harassment from all over the country, complete with photographs
and video footage where appropriate. 

The reign of terrrorism by these bullies is at an end. 

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