Re: "I don't care if Elaine Wright is going to commit suicide"

On Thu, 08 Nov 2001 07:00:42 GMT, HR-Defense@aol.com (Human Rights Defense (ShyDavid)) wrote:

>Testimony of Mrs. Hartwell. To view the RealMedia® testimonies
>from this trial, look for the "Clearwater Hearings" page at Xenu
>TV.
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>L. Ron Hubbard believed that anybody that was ill was a double
>threat to him: number one, he couldn't --- they couldn't produce,
>so they were no good to him; number two, he was terrified of a
>germ of any kind, and so they were locked up in, I'd say, about a
>ten by twelve room. And at one time there was thirteen boys and
>girls in this room, running high fevers and all of them smoking.
>I mean, you could hardly see within there, it was so terrible.
>And you were treated -- they were treated like an enemy in this
>room, and because they were. Hubbard, I saw him throw fits. I
>actually saw him take his hat off one day and stomp on it and cry
>like a baby. I have seen him just take his arm like this and
>throw it wild and hit girls in the face. And one girl would
>follow him with a chair. If he sat down, that chair had to be
>right where he was going to sit. One girl missed by a few inches;
>he about fell off of it, and she was put in the RPF. [The
>Scientology prison, where inmates are put to forced, slave
>labor.]
>
>And the other girl would carry an ashtray, catching his cigarette
>ash. They had to pop the cigarettes in his mouth when he wanted
>it. He had one man that would just wash his clothes and tended
>them, changed his clothes for him. He had a nurse. He had one
>woman who did nothing but clean the house. And he had one man
>that did nothing but cook his three meals a day. It took him from
>about six in the morning till about ten at night to get those
>three meals prepared.
>
>I was with Hubbard every day for about a month. I should say,
>every night. We would start -- our daily job would start about
>twelve o'clock, and we would go at noon, and we would go until
>the sun came up the next morning, and a lot --- most of the time
>without anything to eat after six o'clock at night. And so, we
>were working almost around the clock, except for the evening
>meal.
>
>They said that they couldn't -- no way could they give me any
>auditing because of my illness, because Ernie was upset and had
>me upset and that, as soon as Ernie left, why, then, they would
>start and give me real auditing and get me to the doctor.
>
>By the way, when they came to sign us up, I explained to them my
>trouble and I told them that I needed a good doctor and I did
>think that, maybe, auditing. would help, and which they promised
>me both. And -- so this is one of the -- they showed me a picture
>of-the hotel and said that "Do you think-that Hubbard would live
>in anything any worse than this?" So, naturally, that's where we
>expected to come.
>
>Okay. The RPF down there didn't function like it did over here
>because they had no place for the RPF. Another thing, when we
>went out days, we were schooled that we had to -- it was a bad
>place for rattlesnakes, scorpions, and, of course, black widow
>spiders. We had to wear boots and carry flashlights at night. The
>RPF had their clothes in boxes, and their mattresses were thrown
>out on the ground with the spiders and the scorpions. They had to
>run everywhere; you couldn't talk-to them. I was written-up
>several times for talking to Fredawn.

Maybe "Verdawn?"

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>I also saw her one day -- every time I would go by on my way to
>work, I would see her dragging her mattress from one shade tree
>to the other. I said, "Why are you doing this?" And she was ill
>and she couldn't be in with the others, and so she was hunting
>shade and keeping out of the sun; it's 117 degrees, and she was
>hunting shade because she was ill.
>
>I was worked one day -- ironed out in the heat -out in, I mean,
>in the shade. And it was 102 degrees then and without any food
>the whole day. And by five thirty I just got deathly ill, and I
>told them I had to leave. And I staggered quite a ways -- it's
>about three blocks from where we were shooting to where we -- up
>to where we -- where the dorm was. And I was staggering. I fell
>first in the -- then, in the ditch; it was like I was drunk. But
>anyway, I made it to the bunk and just crashed.
>
>They came in and woke me up and said at seven o'clock I had to go
>down because Hubbard was going to be on the set. And I wouldn't
>do it. And I was written up because I took a three-hour nap. So,
>this -- and another time I complained I had to go home because I
>wasn't being treated. I was thin and bleeding and in quite severe
>pain, and they took me right in and put me on the Meter, said I
>could go home -- or go right to the doctor. And the next night
>they had us scrubbing the barn. We started at six o'clock and we
>scrubbed that barn until four o'clock in the morning, and they
>had me carry the buckets of water.

I remember the barn scrubbing. Maybe I was on the RPF at La Quinta then.

I remember Del and Ernie at the "Silver" property and at the La Quinta base. And then years later when we were in litigation against the cult.

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>And this -- nobody -- anybody that run a fever was immediately
>put out of commission. But anybody that was ill and. not running
>a fever, they were made fun of and ridiculed because they thought
>more of their body than they did of Hubbard's work.
>
>There was no unity; there was no working together. It was, like,
>if you were going over here and somebody was coming this way, you
>couldn't stop and say, "Hello," because, then, that would stop
>you and slow you down so you might not get your work done.

That's basically it.

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>And one day we were laughing and joking on the job, and the
>supervisor told us if she ever caught us doing .that again we'd
>go in the RPF. It was strictly work, no pleasure.

Yep. This was the period in which I and a group of other Sea Organs were RPFed by Hubbard for "joking and degrading" at La Quinta.

>
>If you were in the lower conditions, all money stopped coming in,
>what little of it there was. You didn't get any pay and you
>didn't get any lib; you were just held prisoner.

That's right.

>
>While I was there -- when we first got there, about two days
>after we left home, which was about a five-hour trip, my nephew
>drowned. And we didn't get word -- it took ten days for them to
>notify us that my nephew had died. And this was by a letter from
>my sister that went to Clearwater and then back to where we were,
>because they wouldn't give us a telephone call. All our mail was
>read before it got to that base. I wrote three letters to Ernie
>before I got through, and I finally said everything was going
>great because everything else came back and I had to rewrite it.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Now it's funny. But it really is true and tragic.

>All the mail, like I said, had to come here and then go to
>Clearwater.
>
>Nearly every time I went to the phone after Ernie' left, I had to
>be -- there was a guard with us. I could never be alone after
>that.

I remember when she was a constantly guarded security risk. Just like Lisa McPherson. But Del was tougher and survived.

>
>Oh, by the way, too, when my nephew did die and I got word of it,
>I demanded that I go into Palm Springs and make a phone call to
>my sister. And it took us from seven o'clock in the morning
>till-about six-thirty that night. And they finally give us this
>broken-down truck. We had to buy the gas. They gave us two hours.
>if we weren't back in two hours, they were going to call the
>police and have us arrested for stealing the truck.

Yep, that's Scientologists in $cientology.

>
>I saw a man -- I don't know how many were at the base while I was
>there, but it was quite a few. I saw a grown-man, such as my
>husband -- he cried for days, maybe two to three days. And they
>were under constant guard before they were allowed to leave. They
>drove people so close to suicide before they were allowed to
>leave that base. The women was just constantly crying, and it was
>-- it just tore me up.

Wow!

That's probably what they were aiming for with Lisa McPherson. Drive her to insanity or suicide. Who will believe her then? So she became self-destructive, and they kept driving her.

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>I also, the last month I was there, was following Hubbard's
>orders, and I read this one that - I don't know how many times I
>had to read it before it could really sink in - was that Elaine
>Wright was going to commit suicide. And Hubbard -- this is what
>the order said, "I don't care if Elaine Wright is going to commit
>suicide or not, but get her off of my land before she does."
>Where was the help?

Maybe this is Elaine Waite (sp?). The language and sentiment are definitely Hubbard's.

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>You know, where was the religious counseling?
>
>The only time that the word "God" was used was in vain, and I
>mean, it was used constantly. There was no civil talking to each
>other. It was all cussing and swearing.

Yep.

>
>I know one night I had to cry, and crying would take me into
>Ethics. So, I laid out on the diving board where I could see all
>around me and I had me a cry.
>
>Another thing that was shocking, too, was that Ernie wrote me a
>most wonderful letter, and I was so thrilled because he was
>taking -- he was on the horse and he was doing so great, and I
>thought, "Well, gee, I'll show them." So, I showed it to one of
>the girls, and she said, "You can go right down into Ethics." And
>she said, "And you get this straightened out right now." They
>don't want you to be happy. They don't want you to be united;
>it's just individualism.
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Well, Del, wherever you are, nice to see you alive and well here on a.r.s. courtesy of David Rice. Your words still ring perfectly true 23 years later.