Résumé du résumé: l'auteur de ce texte, Dan Garvin, fut
l'un des spécialistes informaticiens de la secte scientologie dans les années 90.
Il nous raconte comment, en 1995, les dirigeants de la secte ont fait disparaître
en goulag, sans aucune communication extérieure, sans sorties, pendant plusieurs mois, tous les informaticiens
des services centraux d'INCOMM, suite à l'erreur (vénielle) de l'un seul d'entre eux, qui avait posté
un message sur le forum "alt.religion.scientology". Le responsable de cette erreur vénielle, Tom
Rummelhart, avait cru bien faire en utilisant un message dont il connaissait la provenance mais pas l'importance...
la scientologie est allée jusqu'à exiger qu'Interpol enquète en Finlande pour savoir qui avait
posté le message. (Voir l'histoire complète dans la guerre de scientologie
Les criminels qui dirigent impunément la secte depuis les années 80 ont
donc mis au placard des douzaines de gens, les ont torturtés moralement et physiquement pour leur faire
avouer des "crimes", et ont fini par en jeter quelques-uns dehors.
Le plus intéressant est sans doute de déterminer pourquoi un système qui se prétend
religion a besoin de surprotéger les données "religieuses", fiscales, financières,
administratives et personnelles de ses services internationaux, au point de mettre en prison des mois durant les
informaticiens déjà paranoïdement
surveillés de son informatique.
Même les anciennes machines , disques durs, disquettes et autres systèmes
informatiques pouvant contenir une quelconque donnée (puces etc) ont été réduits en
poussière, au cas où quelqu'un aurait l'idée d'aller les lire...
Ceci ressemble furieusement aux actions entreprises une vingtaine d'années auparavant
par la secte, qui avait détruit plus d'un million de pages d'archives pouvant servir à mettre Hubbard
Espérons que nous trouverons un jour de quoi faire mettre l'actuelle direction de la secte en prison. Cela
risque d'arriver, puisqu'il semble que les systèmes informatiques scientologues étaient fort mal
(Vu la longueur du texte, j'ai laissé quelques portions non traduites, en très
par Dan Garvin
Traduction-adaptation résumé Roger Gonnet
Ce qui s'est passé au sein du système INCOMM informatique secret de la secte scientologie
Lors de la Saint Valentin 1995, une chose tout à fait étrange s'est produite à Los Angelès.
Tout le personnel d'INCOMM, l'unité informatique mondiale de la scientologie, a disparu derrière
les portes perpétuellement closes du complexe "Big Blue" - l'ancien hopital général
de la ville.On ne les vit plus des mois durant, ni chez eux, sauf exceptionnellement escortés par des gardes
de sécurité, pour effectuer une tâche spéciale.
Quie se passait-il? Cela ne s'était jamais produit auparavant, même dans un environnement où¨règne
sans partage et sans cesse la paranoïa. Si d'autres membres scientologues posaient la question, on leur répodait
de ne même pas y penser! Au cours des mois suivants, quelques-uns des écartés revinrent, conservant
un silence de moine sur ce qui se passait. Ceux qui revenaient reprirent leur poste, sauf une douzaine d'entre
eux qui furent envoyés au goulag scientologue (RPF), ou expulsés de la Sea Org.
Jusqu'à aujourd'hui, pratiquement personne n'a su ce qui s'était passé: tous s'étaient
tus. La vérité, c'est que la plupart de ceux qui subirent cette incarcération sans jugement
n'apprirent jamais ce qui les y avait conduits.
Ce qui suit répondra à la question: Pourquoi est-ce arrivé?
En janvier de la même année, j'étais encore membre d'OSA International. Je travaillais sur
un projet de création d'un meilleur système informatique de recherche et de liens entre les montagnes
de dossiers et d'informations d'OSA, afin qu'on sache mieux qui attaquer et comment. INCOMM était censé
faire l'informatique, mais ils n'avaient jamais fait grand chose pour OSA et n'avaient guère envie de les
aider, si bien qu'OSA s'est débrouillé. Un ex-scientologue, ancien assistant d'OSA Boston (DSA) bossait
depuis des années sur une version du système.Il est programmeur et avait écrit l'essentiel
Les essais étant concluant, les gens d'OSA en demandaient toujours plus, si bien qu'on décida d'une
refonte complète. Mais les systèmes étaient censés être développés
hors d'INCOMM, qui ne voulait pas le faire. RTC [les Patrons mondiaux de la secte, ndt], qui commande directement
INCOMM, ainsi qu'OSA, a du décider. On pouvait le faire nous-même, mais dans INCOMM et sous la surveillance
du patron d'INCOMM, Greg Johnston. On le voit page 164 à 182 du Scientology Handbook. Puisque ni moi-même
ni mes associés n'avions les sauf-conduits INCOMM, on a dû travailler dans une aile spéciale,
derrière la réception. Quelques autres gens sans sauf-conduits travaillaient là aussi.
OSA occuppe les 10 et 12e étages du Hollywood Guaranty Building sur Hollywood Bd et Ivar Av. Au 12e,
salle de conférence servant aussi au CIC - Centre dee controle et commandement, ou centre d'info et commandement:
c'est là qu'on poste l'information importante "Pour vos suels yeux"... Tout le staff OSA doit
y aller chaque semaine, sinon, il n'est pas payé cette semaine-là. Une fois, j'étais au 12e
et la porte était fermée: c'est RTC qui occupait les lieux. C'était déjà arrivé,
mais là, ça durait plus longttemps que d'habitude. Et quelques jours après, on m'a dit d'aller
au rapport. Je ne savais toujours rien de ce qui se passait.
C'est Warren McShane qui m'a a accueilli [un grand chef de la secte]; il y avait une vérificatrice de sécurité
du RTC, Manuela, plus des techniciens d'INCOMM. J'avais été "invité", car je n'avais
pas cessé de découvrir des gouffres de scéurité dans le pathétique système
de sécurité d'INCOMM. McShane vopulait savoir si je pensais que des utilisateurs généraux
pouvaient accéder à tout ce qu'il y avait dans les machines. J'ai répondu, "Probablement,
sûrement". A chaque fois que j'avais indiqué une chose, Incomm avait fini par l'arranger, mais
ils n'avaient jamais fait un tour complet pour trouver des flops semblables.
Il m'a alors raconté qu'un rapport confidentiel d'un chef de la section Investigations, Linda Hamel, avait
été posté sur le forum de news alt.religion.scientology.
C'était une énorme faute de sécurité: la section Investigations est la section espionnage
et sales coups de la division OSA.; si quelqu'un pouvait piocher dans les fichiers de Linda, alors, RIEN n'était
en sécurité, pas même les dossiers de RTC. C'était l'alerte niveau 5, sauf qu'on ne
pouvait même pas dire à OSA que c'était arrivé! Tout le monde était suspect potentiel
et sous surveillance, tout le personnel d'Investigations, au cas où quelqu'un ayant un accès permis
l'aurait posté sur ARS.
Qu'est-ce que c'était que ce document? Rappelez-vous, c'est l'incident qui concerne Tom Klemesrud.
Tom Klemesrud refusait d'obéir à la scientologie, qui lui demandait d'annuler les accès
internet de Dennis Erlich et d'autres scientologues, lesquels postaient des secrets NOTs de la secte et d'autres
textes nuisibles à la secte. Ils lui avaient expédié Miss Fesses Saignantes, qui a flanqué
du sang partout chez lui dans sa salle de bains, afin de faire croire que Tom avait tenté de la violer.
Le document volé, un rapport sur cette histoire, avait été reposté anonymement via
l'anonymiseur anon.penet.fi de Helsingius, sous le nom de AB. AB était connu depuis quelques temps sur ARS,
mais ne s'était pas fait remarquer, c'était seulement un pro-scientologie, un défenseur de
la secte.Il l'avait donc obtenu dans les fichiers de Linda et l'avait reposté comme une preuve "émanant
de la source" en faveur de la version scientologue de cet incident destiné à tenter de piéger
Tom Klemesrud.Quelqu'un (Linda? ) s'était aperçu de l'anomalie de sécurité et l'avait
signalée... et l'enfer s'est déchaîné -- mais dans les bas-fonds, en silence.
Personne n'avait la moindre idée de l'identité de AB, et Helsingius, qui faisait fonctionner l'anonymiseur
anon.penet.fi ne la donnait pas.... la direction de la secte n'avait pas assez de monde pour faire une "vérification
de sécurité" de tout le personnel, et la fuite était grave: si quelqu'un avit découvert
comment controuner les securités informatiques, des mois ou des années pourraient s'avérer
nécessaires pour découvrir l'origine!
(message original en anglais de AB une histoire à dormir debout, tout à fait
le style de la secte, ndt)
The INCOMM personnel working with us were trying to crack into various internet systems to discover
clues that might lead to the identity of -AB-. They were also investigating internally for weaknesses in their
system and searching the computers for clues as to who might have posted the document. They were also correcting
the flaws I reported to them. The first few were easy for me: I already knew of several, which I had been using
myself, not to snoop, but to have access to programs that made my own job more efficient. I "should have"
reported them earlier, but they were great timesavers and they were not accessible to just anybody, so I hadn't
up to that point. But then I went on to find dozens more, particularly under the account of a former CO of INCOMM,
who had apparently set up his own access prior to moving off the post. Quite convenient for him. It wasn't really
leading any closer to unmasking -AB-, but at least they were finally doing something comprehensive about their
truly lame security. (I know, I know -- if only I had left *before* fixing their security -- but I have a feeling
it's still pretty bad, just in different ways. They don't trust "wog" security systems, so they're forced
to rely on their own, often incompetent and always overworked, personnel.)
[résumé] Le personnel d'INCOMM essayait tant bien que mal de découvrir qui était
Sur ces entrefaites, Mc Shane s'attaqua au problème sous un angle différent. Il nous raconta avoir
discuté avec le personnel d'Investigations. Il ne punirait personne, même la personne qui confesserait
le truc. Je me suouviens avoir pensé "ça marchera", car tout individu assez idiot pour
penser qu'il aidait la scientologie en postant ce message pouvait être assez bète pour croire le bobard
évident de McShane.
Mc Shane nous amena au poste de police pour discuter avec l'officier responsable de l'affaire. On lui raconta
ce qu'on savait: pas grand chose.Il répondit que ça avait l'air d'un truc interne. On savait ça..
I had come to the end of my search for computer security gaps, so I moved on. I created a database, into which
I loaded all the phone records from the PAC Base phone system, which records the number, time, length, and station
of every call, incoming or outgoing (without the incoming number if caller ID is blocked). This was to narrow the
possibilities of who could have been posting around the times we were concerned with. It wasn't helping much yet,
but it might later.
Halfway around the globe, Julf in Finland was still refusing to tell us anything about -AB-. McShane had contacts
there and was getting somebody to lean on Julf -- hard -- but he wasn't budging. However, we had two things in
our favor: Stealing computer data is an actual crime under actual (not Scientological) penal codes; and, according
to McShane, some people had been using anon.penet.fi to post child pornography, so Julf was already in hot water.
I'm hazy on the details, but I think the Finnish police got involved, and finally Julf revealed the ISP of -AB-.
He either couldn't or wouldn't tell us -AB-'s actual identity.
This proved to be the big break in the case, but not right away. The ISP was Cal Tech Pasadena. Road trip! Several
of us, including some Invest personnel, piled in to a van and headed for the college. The Invest heavies went to
the computer center and demanded their help in finding out who had posted the document. The computer center told
the Invest heavies to get lost. There were a couple more attempts, but they went nowhere. Apparently, though, -AB-
was an alumnus, or he wouldn't have had an account there. So we trundled off to the library and started going through
yearbooks, looking at photos. After several days of little or no sleep, and an unknown number of years since the
culprit's graduation, we failed to find anybody we knew.
We spent several hours hunting, though. When we finally came back, I think I had a snooze and came in after dinner.
"Did you hear? We found out who -AB- is!" No, I hadn't heard. But when we had been at Cal Tech, somebody
had managed to get their access phone numbers. Since almost nobody in the Sea Org is allowed to have an internet
connection and even fewer would have an account at Cal Tech, it was a simple matter to find from the phone system
records when and from where the phone calls to -AB-'s ISP were made. This led directly to the night computer operator
in INCOMM. This is another name for something like the network admin. Computer operations personnel spend their
waking hours inside the holy of holies, the glass-enclosed Computer Room. When you have a problem with the computer,
you call and ask for "Operations," and you talk to whomever is in there at the moment. He fixes whatever's
wrong and, in between calls, does routine admin work like backups.
Computer operators were above suspicion. It had never occurred to any of us for more than an instant to suspect
anyone in INCOMM. After we knew, it was a forehead-slapping "DUH!", but not even McShane had seriously
believed someone in INCOMM, with complete access to everything on every computer, would publicly post a stolen
document. It was *too* obvious. They had to know they'd be the prime suspects, so they'd know better than to do
it, because they'd get caught pronto. Besides, -AB- from his postings seemed out of touch with reality (as we in
OSA and RTC knew it to be), and INCOMM qualifications were far too tight to have let such a person in. Nevertheless,
there he was.
[la secte découvre finalmement que les messages proviennent de Tom Rummelhart, "directeur de la
mise en informatique" d'INCOMM. AB, c'était lui. Son titre était plus ronflant que on poste
véritable. .../.. c'était en fait un simple opérateur, selon l'auteur.]
Bref, il était fait.
Comme on l'avait découvert, on pensait que tout allait bien, qu'on allait enfin pouvoir aller se reposer.
Hélas, pas question.Ca faisait quinze jours à plein temps, et j'avais encore tout le prtojet OSA
à faire...Heureusement, mon collègues non-OSA avait avancé de son côté pendant
que je suivais les espions à la trace! Quelques jours plus tard, j'étais devant mon bureau derrière
la réception d'INCOMM, et la Saint Valentin arriva...
Je croisai Susans Boldstadt, avec une femme que je ne connaissais pas. Je n'avais pas vu Susan depuis des années,
je ne savais même pas qu'elle était encore à la Sea Org. C'avait été ma chef
en 1983, quand on m'avais posté comme chef des programmes West US. Elle me demanda de la suivre.
Nous rentrâmes à INCOMM. Les portes étaient grand ouvertes, contrairement à l'habitude.
Il y avait donc une mission d'éthique puisqu'il avait eu cette out-éthique interne à INCOMM.
C'est normal: quand quelque chose n'a pas marché en scientologie, qu'il y a une quelconque "out-éthique",
on estime que tout le personnel alentour est également out-éthique. C'est Hubbard qui le dit, c'est
donc toujours vrai... et je m'en rendis compte dès que nous franchîmes la porte ouverte de INCOMM.
Vu que je n'étais pas du service, je dvais normalement être exclu des punitions, et j'espérais
bien convaincre Susan ou Mc Shane, que je vis en entrant. C'est eux qui avaient loupé Rummelhart, pas un
second couteau dans mon genre... Je saluai donc Mc Shane avec le grand sourire sciento, et il me rendit son bon
sourire façon scientologues, politiciens, acteurs et cie. Pas de problèmes, crus-je...
Oh la la. Je n'aurais pas pu me tromper davantage.
Dans la grande pièce , une douzaine d'hommes et de femmes, avec quelques personnes en uniformes de missionnaire
autour. On nous donna une enveloppe, on nous dit d'y mettre nos noms, et de vider nos poches dedans. J'obéis.
On nous dit de nous mettre jamabes écartées, bras en l'air, et on nous tâta, puis on nous expédia
dans le rang mecs ou filles. ça continua ainsi un moment, d'autres personnes arrivaient.
Une demi-heure plus tard, un autre missionaire se pointa. "Garde à Vous" [ATTEN-TION!], hurla
le tâteur. C'était Liz Ingber, officier Sea Org, grand chef qui était déjà présente
dans les années Apollo (avant 12975, ndt). J'étais impressionné. Il n'y a plus guère
de ces mammouths-là. Ceux qui n'ont pas lfilé à l'anglaise ou que la Sea Org n'a pas estimé
"inaptes" au bout de tant d'années sont dans des postes inférieurs dans des orgs inférieures.
Même les patrons du RTC n'ont pas l'éminente rputation de Monsieur Ingber (Dans la Sea Org, on appelle
tout officier "Monsieur", mêmes les femmes).
Elle nous fit mettre du même côté de la pièce pour nous parler en face. Elle démarra:
"On vous assigne une condition de Confusion. Vous avez laissé un SP pénétrer dans INCOMM.../..
(suivent des explications sur les conditions , qui sont les punitions ethiques de la secte, ndt). Elle ne nous
dit pas qui était le SP.
Pas vrai, on me faisait ça, je n'y étais pour rien! non!/... j'ai failli éclater de rire
à l'invraisemblance de la situation. (j'ignorais bien sûr ce qui était arrivé quelques
semaines auparavant à Lisa Mc Pherson)
(.../... suivent les longues semaines et mois que les prisonniers durent subir avant d'être soit relâchés,
soit éjectés de la Sea Org, soit déclarés suppressifs, ou encore renvoyés au
goulag privé de la secte, le RPF.). C'est aussi durant ces longs mois que les anciens disques durs, machines,
puces, mémoires et autres furent détruits: il y en avait semble-t'il beaucoup, dont une partie était
conservée dans un vieux hangar extérieur en location.)
Early that first day, everybody's pagers, in the envelopes, started
beeping. Mine fired off a few minutes after I missed morning muster in
OSA Int. I told the head security guard that I needed to respond to
the pages, even if it was to tell the Director of Inspections and
Reports of OSA Int why I wasn't in and couldn't come in. The reply?
Nope. Let it beep. And so they beeped, in their sealed envelopes, for
hours and hours until they were finally all carried away. I never saw
mine, nor any of my pocket-contents, again until a few days before I
I don't know if it was that day or the next that they started putting
us to work. On my first job, several of us were taken to an ordinary
public storage facility in Burbank. My jaw hit the ground. *This* was
where INCOMM had been storing all the backups and archive tapes from –
forever! With nothing but a flimsy padlock between our top security
materials and the world's SPs! There were two large units. One was
filled wall to wall and floor to ceiling with tapes, and the other was
getting there. Of course, they were enormous tapes that held very
little data, even by the standards of the day. I estimate that the
whole mess would have fit on 1,000 CD-ROMs. But it wasn't, and we had
to get it out of there. Even OSA records were stored there. Under the
watchful eyes of our guards, who could see every twist in the hall and
every person, we chain-relayed the boxes till we had an elevator full,
then chained them out into a rental truck. We did this over and over
until the units were empty. We went back to INCOMM, and the truck went
… elsewhere. Of course, I never learned where that was. I would guess
it was to the INCOMM facility at "Int" (the Gold base).
That was swell for my Liability condition, though, the next one above
Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
room full of Sea Org members. Unfortunately, that night or the next I
almost let something into the trash that should have been shredded, so
I had to start all over again at Treason, since "OUT-SECURITY =
TREASON" in the Sea Org according to a Flag Order by Hubbard.
Fine. Not fine, but, well, shit happens. Mostly it would be just more
writing, writing, writing, and I'd have to think up a new "enemy" to
deliver an effective blow against. Speaking of writing, the next thing
we had to do when we were not working on ethics conditions or just
plain working, was to write up our overts and withholds – O/W
write-ups. That was always a good time-killer, and it didn't look like
anybody was getting loose without a sec check, and theoretically
writing up your O/Ws would shorten your time in sec checking. Plus we
were ordered to do it. I complied.
Later on my work took a number of forms, but one of the bigger jobs
was to sit with a crew inside the generator hut (you can see it from
Catalina Street, just south of the "Horseshoe" entrance to the
Complex), destroying obsolete 14" WORM cartridges that had been used
to store images of Data Files documents. We had to sand down the media
to the reflective backing and obliterate it. That ate up several
weeks. Other times we had to destroy hard drives by taking them apart
and sanding all the magnetic media off the aluminum disks. Know
something? You have never seen a strong magnet if you have not taken
apart a modern hard drive and gotten at the magnets that control the
read-write head movements. All other magnets are puny weaklings by
comparison. I was playing with a pair of them and slipped – they came
together so hard they sliced through part of my hand. And they were
not sharp-edged! We also destroyed custom read-only chips, in case the
enemy was thinking about duplicating the functionality of an INCOMM
keyboard. You split the plastic package apart and file the tiny actual
integrated circuit down to powdery oblivion. Or, if they won't split,
you file through the package till you get to the chip.
After the "de-kludge," or clean-up and destruction of all the unneeded
junk, I started working in a room adjoining the main one we spent most
of our time in. This is the INCOMM Hardware room. People who weren't
INCOMM crew were moved in there to clean and repair all the hundreds
of monitors, keyboards, and printers that had been piling up over the
years. All of them needed cleaning, so that was part of the routine,
but those of us who had some knowledge or aptitude with electronics
and a soldering iron got to do the fun work of figuring out what was
wrong and fixing it. As it turned out, the INCOMM personnel didn't
know much more about it than we did, which goes a long way toward
explaining why they had so much equipment that didn't work. So we were
on our own. We fixed what we could, cannibalized what we couldn't, and
got a lot of equipment back into use. I ran across a book on digital
electronics and taught myself about it, eventually designing an alarm
circuit for the now-ex-CO of INCOMM.
Since the Hardware room didn't open on any room except the main one,
and there was nothing seriously confidential in it, there was no need
to have a guard watching us every moment. We developed some good
friendships and had some good times in there. I really learned a lot –
including what 450 volts through your hand feels like – but it wasn't
because anybody was teaching us anything; it was because I had the
time, and nothing else to do, and no place else I could go.
One day, the Mission I/C (In-Charge) walked in and started talking to
one of my new friends, a guy of about thirty from Denmark. Obviously
something "big" had come up during this guy's sec check, and he felt
he was no longer worthy of being a Sea Org member, so he should route
out. He explained this to Liz Ingber. Did she acknowledge his remorse
and remind him that the Sea Org needed him and that he could be
redeemed? Not in the least. She simply told him that he had committed
suppressive acts and that if he left the Sea Org it would be as a
declared Suppressive Person and he could go join the Walking Dead who
would never, ever, *ever* go OT. End of discussion. Out she marched. I
didn't and don't know what his "big" overt was, but knowing what COS
considers suppressive, it's probably something like he falsified an
auditing report and said a preclear felt better when it wasn't so.
Early on, some key people were going in session for their sec checks,
but most were continuing to work on their conditions and O/Ws. It was
during this time that Liz Ingber walked in and berated one of the
INCOMM staff, in front of everyone, for masturbating (see Sea Org's
Willie, posted three weeks ago). Another time, Susan Bolstadt made a
general announcement: She had noticed that not many of us were OT III
or above. This, she said, was an indicator that we were criminally
out-ethics. Why? Because good Sea Org members should make themselves
more valuable by going up the Bridge? No. It was because the fact that
we were withholding ourselves from case gain proved that we had
serious crimes – criminals subconsciously withhold themselves from
becoming more able because then they'd be able to harm even more
Ooooo-kaaaayyyyy … I would have said it differently – you assholes at
Int rip off all our best personnel and, with pointless and frantic
micromanagement, keep the rest too busy to ever establish a staff
auditing unit, so there's nobody left to audit us, but anyway, Yes,
Sir, Point Well Taken! In retrospect, of course, I am glad I never
made it onto OT III.
I don't even remember when it was that I finally started getting my
own sec check. Since I wasn't genuine INCOMM, they didn't care how
fast they got me finished and back onto post, and I was toward the end
of the list. It was weeks after the mission's arrival before I first
went in to session. There's not a great deal to say about what went
on. I'd had many sec checks before then, and there wasn't much special
about this one. There did come a point when the auditor, Leslie
Worstell, was sure she had caught me out on Something Big, and she
wouldn't quit badgering me till I said something that sounded like
what she wanted to hear. The next day I was un-auditable – couldn't go
in session till she had done a "repair list" on her previous day's
mauling, correcting the false confession she had forced me into. This
was all confirmed on the meter and she was satisfied I hadn't lied.
Nevertheless, the report she'd written on my "confession" remained in
my ethics folder, whereas the correction never went there at all, and
probably still hasn't. Not that I'd care now, but if you're still a
COS member, I suggest you demand to see your ethics folders (they have
to show them to you by their own policy) so you can see what lies are
in it that you don't even know about.
Days turned into weeks turned into months. My sec check finished; I
had to re-start ethics conditions several times, particularly after
some RTC exec rejected my Liability formula on a fundamental point
after nearly everyone else had signed it. Most of the RTC personnel no
longer spent much time in INCOMM, leaving just the regular
missionaires. However, they had introduced a new feature into the
ethics conditions. Whereas in a normal Liability Condition you need to
get the written permission of a majority of your group (org, usually)
to be allowed to rejoin it, *this* liability required the signature of
*every single* missionaire and *every single* RTC member involved, as
well as the signature of everyone in INCOMM who was already upgraded
from Liability. There is no such stipulation anywhere by Hubbard, and
it was exceedingly "squirrel" (off source and illegal) of them,
especially as "the sole guarantors of standard tech," to add this
If you've been in Scientology very long, or on staff for even a while,
you've probably been assigned Liability or lower and worked your way
through it. You know what it takes: After delivering the "effective
blow" to the enemies and making amends to the good guys (which
essentially means losing a lot of sleep if you're on staff), you type
up your formula, make a bunch of copies, and pass it out to all the
staff, You have a list. They read it, and mostly they sign it, and
when you have a majority, you're done. If a few don't like it or just
hate your guts, it's no big deal. Majority rules, and they want you
back anyway to get their own stats up.
This was not like that. In the first place, there was no typing.
Typewriters no longer existed, and computers were forbidden to us
untrustworthy criminals. Everything was handwritten, with or without
carbon paper. I think we did manage to get access to the org's
photocopier for the liability formulas, so not everything had to be
handwritten several times. But the RTC personnel were hardly ever
around anymore, so it was tough to even give them a copy, and if they
didn't read it right then, you never knew when you'd get it back or
when you'd even see them again. You didn't want to seem to uppity, so
you didn't bug them about it – and they forgot about it, or some did
anyway, and it only took one. And, as it turned out, one of them
really did hate my guts. Toni, formerly Jacobsen, formerly my friend
when she was in OSA Int, whose new last name I forget, apparently had
decided that I was just a piece of out-ethics crap for ever and ever.
She'd hang on to my Liability for days or weeks and then send it back
with a senseless rejection. I never did get her signature. The mission
finally gave up too and released me without requiring it.
This was truly the liability formula from hell. It was not just my
problem – everybody went through the same thing, except the part about
being despised by Toni. Every time a new person got upgraded and went
back to post in INCOMM, that became yet another person to get a
signature from, in order to fulfill the new unanimous consent
requirement. Not only that, they were no longer confined to our big
room, so they became almost as hard to get signatures from as the RTC
personnel. In the end, many if not most of us were there for close to
four months. We worked, studied, and ate in the same room or rooms,
and slept, under guard, in dormitories crammed with bunk beds and
almost nothing else. We were watched or escorted to the shower rooms
and back. We watched the March 13 and May 9 International Event videos
inside INCOMM. We even completed courses inside INCOMM. Life, and
death, went on without us. New York George's Restaurant burned down.
We could see the smoke from our room. Timothy McVeigh blew up the
Murrah Building in Oklahoma City. We heard about it on the radio. My
father died. I had to take the call from my sister with a security
guard listening on the line in case I said or heard something I
shouldn't. Sometimes, in our sleeping room, I would just watch other
Sea Org members from our window up on the fourth floor. I actually
envied Sea Org members their freedom.
Finally, the mission got tired of hanging around. They brought in a
couple New and Improved INCOMM Security Officers from Int, since "we"
had messed it up so badly when left to ourselves. They started doing
end-time things, tying up loose ends, helping contact derelict
Liability formula signers, They put on a new CO INCOMM. People started
"graduating" faster. On June 14, four months to the day after our
imprisonment had begun, it was finally my turn. I was taken over to
the CMO Int Extension Unit in the HGB. After a while, Liz Ingber came
in to see me. She said "You know you won't be returning to OSA,
right?" I hadn't known that. I'd thought it was a strong possibility.
"Your crimes are your out-security and your other fish." "Other fish"
comes from a Hubbard Executive Directive in which he talks about
Scientologists who have other fish to fry – in other words, who are in
it for their own profit or interests or who aren't dedicated enough.
She said she didn't know if I'd be able to rejoin OSA later, and told
me I should start re-establishing an "ethics record," meaning of
course a good one, so I might later become qualified again for higher
postings. Since I didn't belong to INCOMM, she was going to remand me
to OSA Int, and they would dispose of me as they saw fit. I was not to
discuss anything that had happened or that I had learned, nor any of
the handlings that had been done, with anyone, ever, period. Not even
to OSA Int personnel or auditors. "It's none of their business," she
I was taken to a room with Coordinating Attorney Bill Drescher in it.
He gave me a bunch of paper to read. Lynn Farny came in and explained
that what this amounted to was that I was starting over in my
relationship with the Church. Whatever happened in the past was over
for good, and now I was at ground zero with a new chance to make good.
Drescher went over the documents with me and asked me, on video
camera, if I understood them. I discussed it with him a bit, made a
few minor corrections with his agreement, initialed all the pages, and
signed the document, all on video. Of course, if I hadn't, I would
have been declared a Suppressive Person at once. Nobody had to tell me
that. It had been made clear enough over the last four months. Jeannie
Gavigan witnessed and notarized my signature.
Free at last! Well, free to go back to work, either in non-secure
areas or under supervision. I did a lot of that before I finally left
OSA, and some if it is rather interesting, but it's not part of this
story. I did have to get a "Leaving OSA Sec Check" before they could
release me to the general population. Finally I was traded for
somebody OSA wanted from PAC Renovations, and my new life began.
INCOMM has been decimated. I don't think more than a dozen remained,
and I can only think of seven. Two were sent to a Class V org because
the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org – I never knew if they
chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
for the terminally unfit.
But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally
succeeding – these miserable souls "graduated" – to the RPF.
La plupart des chefs scientologues sont contents de refermer la porte quand les chevaux sont sortis. Pas David
Miscavige. Il faut en polus que ce type brûle l'étable.
Well, Dave – burn away. We free horses are watching with interest.
Bon, David, va brûler en enfer. Nous, les chevaux libérés, on assiste au spectacle.
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From: firstname.lastname@example.org (-AB-)
Organization: Anonymous contact service
Date: Mon, 23 Jan 1995 22:07:53 UTC
Subject: Set-up of sysop - DATA
This is a serious matter and I do not make the below post lightly. I have the name and phone number of the victim
in the matter with Tom Klemesrud. I will not post these, as I feel that would be violation of her privacy before
the matter has come out properly on police channels. But due to the relevance and implications to this newsgroup
I am posting the below, and without ANY of my own comments. (biting my tounge - HARD) However, just to show I am
not faking, I will e-mail the specific name and phone number privately to Vega, who has proven him/herself to be
one of the most trustworthy and fair members of this newsgroup.
Rod, I am going to need more time on the FAQ answers -- I've been a little busy recently!
Below are the victim's statements:
-- LINDA W. interview :
-- She first met Klemesrud at the Cinnamon Cinder on Saturday,
-- the night of the incident. She took a taxi there as she doesn't
-- drive. She was wearing levis and a bulky sweater.
-- When she arrived at the bar, Klemesrud was already there. He
-- struck up a conversation with her. They started talking and were
-- like "psychic friends." She was drinking vodka and he was drinking
-- heavily as well.
-- He said let's go to the lounge where my friends are. The
-- bar was a country & western bar. She had a puppy puppet which she
-- left at the bar. --
-- After spending about 3 1/4 hours at the bar they got into a
-- taxi (the bartender, Jack, called a cab).
-- They went to another bar in the corner strip mall, a clean
-- and classy bar.
-- Klemesrud seemed to know the bartender there really well, he
-- was about 50.
-- When Klemesrud was ready to go, he said "Let's go, ride with
-- me in a taxi to my place so I get home okay." The bartender asked
-- her to help him get home (she was planning to take the same taxi
-- The taxi driver arrived. Klemesrud got into a verbal fight
-- with the driver.
-- When they arrived at Klemesrud's home, he asked her to come
-- up to make sure he got in okay. It was a nice place.
-- They went up to his apartment.
-- There were a lot of computers there. He said, "look at this,
-- this is the Internet."
-- She has a guitar and Klemesrud had a guitar at home. He
-- asked if she played the guitar.
-- She'd had a rectal bleeding problem bad for about a year, but
-- had never seen a doctor for this. She hemmoraged when she was
-- under stress and drank a lot. She had to go to the bathroom every
-- 10 minutes when she drank beer, a lot of alcohol.
-- When they got inside, she was bleeding badly. She told him
-- about her problem. Her pants were soaked. She went into the
-- bathroom and took her pants and panties off, they were soaked, and
-- put a towel around her. She was walking around.
-- Klemesrud talked about the Internet and said he worked with
-- kids on the Internet. He asked her if she believed he worked with
-- kids. She was fond of kids and thought he must be okay.
-- Klemesrud said, "I want to show you something." He got a 10
-- gauge shotgun. He had already seen the blood at this point.
-- Klemesrud starts saying, "I know you're from the CIA." She
-- said, "I'm from the CIA???"
-- Klemesrud said, "You cannot go to the bathroom, you're from
-- the CIA. You'll cut your wrists, I know it."
-- Klemesrud told her that if she didn't fuck him, she would
-- never leave the place alive. --
-- She said that Klemesrud scared the hell out of her and held a
-- gun to her head. He said, "I can kill you right now but maybe I
-- won't bother - I can kill myself."
-- She said she was so scared she couldn't see straight, she was
-- terrified. She talked him down a lot [[calmed?]].
-- Klemesrud said, "I know the Church of Scientology and I know
-- they send people out." She didn't know what he was talking about.
-- She had heard of the C of S but had never been in such a Church. --
-- Klemesrud said, "Look at this, I can do anything that I want.
-- I can call the Church and say you're from the CIA. Do you think I
-- should kill you? Watch this, maybe I'll kill myself."
-- He threatened to hit her and did shoved her around. He wouldn't
-- let her go to the bathroom unless he watched her.
-- Klemesrud kept calling the C of S on the phone and saying, "I
-- have someone here who is "in condition" [[sic]] and I don't want anymore
-- of these people coming here." He repeatedly did this. She
-- thought he was nuts.
-- She got to the phone and dialed 911. Klemesrud hung up and
-- she called 911 again. This time she got through and told the 911
-- operator, "I've got a guy here has a shotgun. You'd better send
-- someone over here. He may kill himself."
-- When the police came, they said she could put her pants on,
-- although they were full of blood.
-- Klemesrud told the officers, "I cut myself." She said no way,
-- he was lying.
-- When asked how the blood got all over the apartment, she said
-- that he pushed her all around the place. He never tried to rape
BACK to:Ex-OSA Dan Garvin's story
Related: Memoirs of a Flag Guardian's Office member - Gary Weber
Scientology's Holy War against Critics ( American University JURIST magazine )