On Thu, 08 Nov 2001 07:00:42 GMT, [email protected] (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
>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
>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
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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
>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
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.
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.
>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.
>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.
>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.
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.
(c) Gerry Armstrong