Subject:      Re: LRH and I
From:         mayo@lightlink.com (Julie Mayo)
Date:         1996/04/17
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>  Welcome aboard, Julie.  Please have the correct change ready and
>step to the rear of the bus.

Thanks.  When I escaped from Gilman Hot Springs in 1983 I hitched to Hemet
and caught a bus ... barely had the correct change, any change, for that
matter, and two security guards at my heels.

This was after several months of being falsely imprisoned -- we were under
guard and weren't allowed to communicate with the outside world.  It had
started in August 1982 when I was awoken early by Marc Yager, who was the CO
CMO INT, I believe, at the time.  He told me that there was a special
meeting that I was to come to -- this was the first time that the CO CMO INT
had ever offered to ride me on his moped anywhere.  He took me to the SNR
C/S INT Office where David Miscavige was waiting for me.

Miscavige, who was the boss of ASI (for profit company) and also "Special
Project Ops" and Trustee of RTC at the time, told me that I was being
assigned to the RPF.  I asked him why.  He said "You know why, Miss Natter
Box".  Miscavige told me I was being assigned to "hard labor".  This was the
desert and it was August and it was hot.

My job was to dig ditches.  I was burning up and exhausted from the mental
shock and lack of sleep.  Rick Klingler, of the G.O., was at Gilman Hot
Springs on the RPF.  He was assigned to me as a buddy to make sure that I
didn't escape and that I dug ditches. 

But, Rick had a heart.  He dug the ditches for me while I cooled off with
the hose.  Even in the worst conditions -- some people have a heart...Thank
you Rick -- where ever you are.

Rick's brother, Gary Klingler, of the Guardian's Office was one of the
people who later harassed and disrupted the AAC.  So Vicki Aznaran who was
the President of RTC at the time, testified to in a deposition.  But I'm
digressing...

I was put on the running program for 12 hours a day 7 days a week for weeks.
We weren't even given time to do our laundry.  I remember bringing my
laundry to the tree and then going to the bathroom.  The bathroom had a back
door, through which I could escape to the laundry room.  I had to keep my
eye out for Bucky Beaver, though, because he patrolled the area for people
who weren't doing what they should be doing.  I never knew what Bucky's real
name was because we weren't allowed to talk to crew.

Eventually some of the crew were assigned to the same tree that I was
assigned to run around.  There was a wonderful German fellow named
Rhinehart.  He was new at Gilman.

David Miscavige and a couple other people used to ride down on their
scooters to watch us running around that tree.  It must have been October or
November by now because I remember Miscavige wearing a great, long coat and
just stand up the hill with a couple others, watching us.

Rhinehart would say "Here comes the S.S.! I mean, here comes the scooter
squad!"  So we would run a little faster and try to look smart.  I think it
was around this time that I started to ask myself, "What am I doing here,
anyway?"

Yes, Dennis, I'm familiar with going to the back of the bus... But when I
caught that one in Hemet, I was very happy that there was one. I'm also very
happy that there is an a.r.s and a bunch of people who are willing to stick
their necks out for personal freedoms.  

Julie Mayo