Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [114]
Just when everybody thought that the torture was over, Dave said, “Well, you have got to have uniforms, too.” Dave then asked the CC INT team if they could think of someone who they thought was hip or cool to design their uniform for them. Becket Wells was brought up as a person that was up on the latest fashions and styles.
“Good,” Dave said. “Get him up here.” Dave made sure that everyone knew that the same rules applied—NO ONE was to tell Becket what was happening or say anything to him at all. ONLY Dave was allowed to talk to him.
Becket walked in and Dave told him that we were all doing an exercise and that Dave wanted him to pick out some uniform parts for some crew to wear. He asked Becket to describe the most hideous outfit that anyone would ever want to wear. With Beckett’s consultation, the outfit ended up being:
1. Pink running shoes
2. White socks that went past the knee
3. A huge cowboy belt buckle
4. Bright green short shorts
5. A pirate shirt with four inch black buttons on the chest
6. Fluorescent yellow fanny pack, and to top it off
7. A red riding hood.
“That is hideous,” Dave said and then thanked Becket for his help. As Becket left the room, Dave Miscavige turned to the CC Int team and said that this would be their uniform and that they had to wear it whenever they were in ANY public areas. He also specifically added that they could not EVER pick trash up with any sort of tool. It always had to be handled with their hands, same with ashtrays, they were to dig the butts out with their bare hands and no tools could ever be used except in the case of toilets or urinals where they could use a sponge or greenies, but no gloves or extended brushes.
Just when we thought it all was over and we could at least get off to our Conts, Dave asked that each group pick one person amongst themselves who everybody could agree was the worst of the pack. The most out ethics, most disliked, whatever. The least liked person from each group was singled out. By this time, how could it get any worse?
Dave said that each of these most disliked people would be writing the issue assigning one OTHER group to the Cont they were being sent to! And it would be signed COMMANDER. So Mark Ingber who was going to Canada, was writing the issue for the PAC group and it was going to be coming from COMMANDER MARK INGBER. This was being done for all the groups and everybody had an issue that was being written by someone who was also being offloaded, but just not to the same area! Each group had their issues written up by hand. Each group was then charged with getting the issues proofread, typed, copied and ready for distribution.
Once all this was done, Dave gave everybody a final pep talk. He asked if anyone had anything to say. No one did. He said that the buses would be ready to leave at 6:00 a.m. It was now 1:00. Each person would need to be ready to go and NO items would be going with them except for the clothes on their backs. Of course, any spouses had already secured for the night, as had any friends, family, co-workers or people that they wanted to talk to before leaving. Anyone who had not been in the meeting was unable to be contacted. The buses would be long gone BEFORE any of these people came in for post. All the phones had been ripped out of the room so that no calls could be made to other parts of the base where staff might be working late. All communication lines were cut. About thirty minutes after the meeting ended, there were a few people saying how this was the “last chance people would have to make things right in their S.O. careers” and that “if they made the Conts expand, they probably would be able to come back to the Int Base one day far, far in the future.”
An hour later, the different groups had found their way back to their little space under a desk or in a chair and most people had gone to sleep for the night. Sobs and faint crying could be heard for hours throughout the room. If you were not crying yourself to sleep that night, someone