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HOW TO CONDUCT A “COMPETENT” HANGING EXECUTION

Capital punishment. You’re likely all-in or all-out on the issue. Few seem to sit on the fence about lawfully executing the worst of offenders. According to the Death Penalty Information Center, 61 percent of Americans currently oppose capital punishment, 33 percent support it and 6 percent fence sit with no strong opinion. But, the pendulum is swinging back towards execution approval in what the United States Supreme Court calls, “Evolving Standards of Decency”. This means public sentiment is moving from an anti cruel-and-unusual punishment mode to old-fashioned, eye-for-an-eye justice.

Believe it or not, I’m a cautious fence sitter when it comes to putting bad guys down. My view is the only definite outcome of killing a serious offender is ensuring they’ll never threaten society again. All the rest of the pro and con arguments seem secondary. Those include fear of executing the innocent, reducing crime and economizing expenses, moral repugnance, administering due punishment, issuing general deterrence and circumventing blotched procedures.

Here are more American stats from the Death Penalty Information Center (DPIC). The DPIC Fact Sheet shows at the end of 2019, there were 2656 condemned souls waiting it out on America’s death rows. The two biggest states by population, California and Texas, had 729 and 224 condemned inmates respectively.

Texas is a prolific executioner with 567 prisoners lethally injected since 1977 while California did-in 13. In total, the participating U.S. states killed 1512 inmates with Texas accounting for 37.5 percent of all executions. You can do the math on California’s commitment to the program, and they recently entered a moratorium on capital punishment.

The vast majority of the “civilized” world doesn’t have statutory death penalty legislation. American executions are left to each state’s discretion with the exception of federal offenses. 29 states approve capital punishment, although many refuse to practice it. 21 states have no stomach for the job regardless if it’s lethal injecting, electrocuting, gassing, shooting or hanging. Up till recently, hanging was still approved in Washington and New Hampshire but both states have recently repealed the death penalty.

You’re probably wondering what got me going on capital punishment and why the headline How to Conduct a Competent Hanging. Well, I ran across the 1928 story of a prolific American serial killer named Earle Leonard Nelson – a guy I never heard of – who was hung in my growing-up town of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. The article clicked me through to an official hanging instruction manual issued by the State of Delaware written when they still strung-up sentenced sociopaths.

The publication’s title is Execution by Hanging – Operation and Instruction Manual and the sub-title is How to Conduct a Competent Hanging. I was intrigued by the complicated and precise science involved in hangings so I thought I’d share it with you. Here’s how Delaware Corrections competently hung people before they banned capital punishment in 2016.

EXECUTION BY HANGING – OPERATION and INSTRUCTION MANUAL

How to Conduct a Competent Hanging

BACKGROUND

Hanging has been utilized as a mode of execution for as long as man can remember. There have been more executions by this method than any other means. The procedure is simple; and yet there have been more botched executions by this method than by any other.

Essentially, execution by hanging is strangulation, effected by restricting the executee’s air supply at the neck, unconsciousness occurring between two and four minutes and
death within ten, resulting in death by asphyxiation. This, however, is not humane.

The correct procedure is when the executee is dropped some distance and stopped by a rope fastened around his neck. The force of this drop and stop breaks the bones in the executee’s neck and severs his spinal cord causing him to go into medical shock and be rendered unconscious. At this point the executee strangles to death. This method is the only humane form of hanging.

The force (in foot pounds) of the drop is critical and is determined by the physical stature of the executee, primarily his weight. In general, the heavier the person, the shorter the drop, and conversely, the lighter the person the longer the drop. Generally, weights as low as 120 pounds result in a force of some 950 foot pounds where weights over 220 result in some 1100 foot pounds. A drop of too short a distance will result in a condition where the spinal cord is not severed and the executee will not go into shock and will be conscious during the strangulation period. A drop of too long a distance will result in decapitation. Both conditions are not humane. In general, execution requirements will never result in an execution where the inertia of the drop will greatly exceed 1600 foot pounds or be less than 900 foot pounds. In all cases, it is better to utilize an established formula.

Drop Distance Table to Prevent an Error or Accident.

The Drop Distance Table contained herein is the established Table utilized successfully by the United States Army for many years. Additionally, the specifications for some of the specialized hardware defined herein are resultant from many years of testing by the United States Army.

MEDICAL DESCRIPTION

The executee will be dropped a distance as defined in the Drop Distance Table and his acceleration will be stopped by the rope around his neck. This will result in the breakage
of several neck bones and the severing of the spinal cord within a time period of less than a second. The executee will immediately enter medical shock. He will probably experience one brief instant (measured in milliseconds) of pain before he loses all consciousness and all sensation. His body will go limp with paralysis. He will then strangle due to the lack of oxygen. He should be brain dead in something more than six minutes and heart dead in about eight. The attending medical doctor will determine heart death.

Depending upon the equipment used, there will be some physical trauma to the executee’s body. This should be minimized by using the defined equipment.

PURPOSE

This Manual, the Protocol, Procedures and Equipment contained herein were written and designed to ensure a competent and humane execution. The equipment and procedures have been taken from long-standing and well-tested protocol and changes and improvements were made based upon expert engineering and medical considerations. It is the author’s intent to make the execution as easy and painless as possible for both the Executee and those persons tasked with carrying out the execution. The Protocol, Procedures and the Equipment have been designed to  maintain the dignity of the executee, as well as, the dignity of those responsible for the execution.

Up until very recently Execution was an Art employed only by the “Executioner”. It is only now becoming a Science with the Training and Certification of other types of Execution Technicians (i.e. Lethal Injection and Electrocution). Those persons carrying out the Protocol and Procedures in this Manual shall be Trained and Certified as Hanging Technicians.

It is further suggested (if the Jurisdiction permits) that the Executee be tranquilized one-half (1/2) hour prior to execution by the administration of Diazepam (Valium) as per the dosage table.

EQUIPMENT

The following items are required for a competent hanging.

A Gallows should be utilized having the following basic characteristics.

A Floor Height of at least nine (9) feet to allow for a minimum clearance of about one (1) foot on the drop.

A Crossbeam Height of nine (9) feet giving an approximate clearance of three (3) feet above the executee.

An Opening and Trap Door of at least three (3) feet square to allow proper clearance for the executee.

Means of Releasing the trap door. This is normally accomplished by utilizing two bolts
under one side of the door which are actuated by a common mechanism, either linkage rods or cable.

Means for Stopping the trap door swing after it has fallen. This is normally accomplished
utilizing a mechanical metal spring catch or a counterweight and a “rope grabber”.

An Eyelet or Fastening Mechanism for the rope containing the Hangman’s Noose.

Body Restraint. This is a waist strap containing two (2) wrist restraints. It is fabricated from 3000 lb. test nylon aircraft webbing two (2) inches wide and is fifty (50) inches long. It contains three (3) quick release fasteners (one [1] for the waist and one [1] for each wrist) all of which are adjustable from each side. The color is black with chrome fasteners.

Leg Restraint. This is an ankle strap which binds both ankles together. It is fabricated from 3000 lb. test nylon aircraft webbing two (2) inches wide and is thirty-six (36) inches long. It contains one (1) quick release fastener which is adjustable from both sides. The color is black with chrome fasteners.

Collapse Frame. This is a six by thirty (6 X 30) inch frame fabricated of square steel tubing. It contains three (3) body restraints measuring fifty (50) inches long by two (2) inches wide which are made from 3000 lb.test nylon aircraft webbing and contain three (3) quickrelease fasteners adjustable from both sides. (One [1]for each restraint.) The color of the frame and webbing is black and the fasteners are chrome. This is used in the event of a physical collapse by the executee and enables the personnel conducting the execution to transport him to the scaffold.

Hood. The hood is fabricated of black denim and has split sides enabling it to extend onto the chest and back. It is generally used, optionally, to cover the face of the executee. A similar hood is available for the executioner but has a hole for the eyes.

Mechanical Hangman’s Knot. This is fabricated from a delrin cylinder and has two (2) longitudinal holes and a steel U-clamp to fasten the rope. It comes with a black denim cover which is fastened with velcro. It is a replacement for the Conventional Hangman’s Knot to eliminate the problems in tying the knot. It, unlike the Conventional Hangman’s Knot, never binds in operation.

Noose Sleeve. This is fabricated of denim and fastened with velcro. It is utilized to prevent tissue damage at the neck.

Rope. Standard hangman’s rope of three-quarter (3/4) inch Manila hemp is available in thirty (30) foot lengths. This rope has been boiled and stretched in drying to eliminate all spring, stiffness or tendency to coil. The rope is also available in six-hundred (600) foot coils but cannot be treated when supplied thus.

Knot Lubricant. Knot lubricant must be used whether utilizing the Mechanical or Conventional Hangman’s knot. With the Mechanical Hangman’s Knot, silicone spray is
recommended. With the Conventional Hangman’s Knot, melted paraffin is recommended.

PERSONNEL

Personnel for the Execution must consist of the following persons:

One (1) or more Certified Hanging Technicians
One (1) Executioner

Additional Personnel:

One (1) or more attendants or guards.
At least three (3) persons from the above categories are necessary to conduct the execution. Ideally, six (6) persons: two (2) Certified Hanging Technicians, three (3) attendants or guards, and one (1) Executioner would result in an easier execution. The Hanging Technicians, only, will do makeready, test and bind the Executee. The Executioner need not have any special training, as his only function is to release the trap door.

PREPARATION

The following procedure should be used in make-ready for the gallows prior to the execution. This should be done several days prior to the execution by a Certified Hanging Technician.

1. Determine the Rope Length for the particular executee. Employ the following formula for this determination and in the event of a multiple execution test with the requirements
for the lighter executee and the longer drop. After the first execution, the Rope Length should be shortened for the next execution. Since the test was for the lighter executee, the trap door may be considered to function with the greater weight of the second executee.

Rope Length = (S – C) + Drop Distance
Where: S = Scaffold Crossbeam Height from Scaffold Floor
C = Executee’s Chin Height
Drop Distance = the distance the executee is dropped
Rope Length = distance of the executee’s drop + the distance of his chin from the
scaffold crossbeam

Note: All measurements are in inches.

2. Measure the Executee’s Chin Height from the floor and
weigh him.

3. Measure the Scaffold Crossbeam Height from the floor of
the scaffold.

4. Subtract the Chin Height from the Scaffold Crossbeam Height and add the Drop Distance from the Drop Distance Table to obtain the Rope Length.

5. Mark the Rope at the rope length and cut it seven (7) feet longer. If fastener for rope is not at crossbeam but at another location, add this distance to the crossbeam height plus any additional amount needed for fastening.

6. Boil the Rope for one (1) hour and stretch the rope while drying to eliminate all spring, stiffness or tendency to coil. Dry thoroughly.

7. Either Tie Conventional Hangman’s Knot as per included instructions or utilize a Mechanical Hangman’s Knot and fasten with U-clamp. Lubricate Hangman’s Knot with
proper lubricant.

8. Install the Rope with the Hangman’s Noose to the scaffold crossbeam and cut off remaining rope. The rope should be stretched tight prior to cutting and only the Rope Length should hang below the scaffold crossbeam.

9. Oil, Check and Verify that all mechanical parts of the Gallows (i.e. the hinges on the trap door and the release mechanism) are functioning properly.

10. Fill Two (2) Sandbags with the equivalent weight of the executee (half in each bag) and fasten the bags together at the tops. Open the Noose and slip it over one of the bags and tighten it at the point where the bags are fastened together. You are now ready to test the gallows.

11, Close the Trap Door and Reset the trip mechanism. Stand on the door to make sure it is secure. Place the sandbags on the door and loop the rope in such a fashion as to prevent any crimping or catching. Test the gallows repeatedly (at least twelve [12] times) to insure proper mechanical operation of the trap door and that the rope is secure and will not break.

You are now prepared for the execution.

EXECUTION PROCEDURE

Note: The following procedure should be completed by a Certified Hanging Technician.

1. Install the Noose Sleeve and, if using a Mechanical Hangman’s Knot, install the cover for the Knot.

2. Install the Body Restraint around the Executee’s waist and tightly bind his wrists to the restraint. (His arms may be restrained either in the front or the back.) If necessary, utilize the Collapse Frame.

3. Bring the Executee to the Execution Location and up the stairs to the scaffold. Remove the Collapse Frame, if utilized.

4. Place the Executee on the Trap Door and conduct the legal formalities.

5. Bind the Executee’s Legs with the Leg Restraint. Place the Hood over the Executee’s head, if used. Place the Hangman’s Noose over the Executee’s head and tighten snugly around his neck. Place the Hangman’s Knot directly behind the Executee’s left ear.

6. All Hanging Technicians shall leave the scaffold and the Executioner, on order from the Warden, shall release the trap door.

7. The Trap Door Shall Open and the Executee Shall Drop. On order from the Warden some eight minutes after the release mechanism was thrown, the attending doctor shall examine the Executee for heart death.

8. After the Pronouncement of Death, the Hanging Technicians shall, while supporting the Executee, loosen and remove the Noose and Hood and set the Executee on the floor. Thereupon, the Hanging Technicians shall remove the Leg and Body Restraints. Executee shall be placed in a body bag for removal.

The following Special Protocol applies:

APPENDIX

DROP DISTANCE TABLE

Weight in Drop Weight in Drop Pounds Distance Pounds Distance

120 or less……..8′ 1″ 170…………….6′ 0″
125…………….7’10” 175…………….5’11”
130…………….7′ 7″ 180…………….5′ 9″
135…………….7′ 4″ 185…………….5′ 7″
140…………….7′ 1″ 190…………….5′ 6″
145…………….6′ 9″ 195…………….5′ 5″
150…………….6′ 7″ 200…………….5′ 4″
155…………….6′ 6″ 205…………….5′ 2″
160…………….6′ 4″ 210…………….5′ 1″
165…………….6′ 2″ 220 and over…….5′ 0″

DIAZEPAM DOSAGE TABLE (Valium)

Note: To be used only in Jurisdictions where legal.

Diazepam Tablets USP, 10 mg (flat, round, white, scored tablets coded WC 143) supplied in bottles of 100 # N0047-0143-24. (Warner Chilcott)

Diazepam has a central nervous system depressant effect and has no short term side effects which would preclude its use as an execution anxiety and stress suppressant. Warning: will produce ataxia (appearance of being drunk) at high dosages and can cause death. Do not overdose or exceed the dosages in the table. If possible, administration should be by physician.

Weight Dosage in Pounds milligram

to 160 15 mg
to 180 20 mg
to 200 25 mg
to 220 and above 30 mg

PROCEDURE FOR TYING HANGMAN’S KNOT

Length of loops: make loop as shown from Standing Part to Running End. A to B should be approximately eighteen (18) inches, and from C to Running End should be approximately thirty-five (35) inches. Wrap running end for six (6) turns. No extra rope should remain.

Tighten wrap (loops) by pulling Running End. Lock loops and form Knot by pulling down at point D and up on Running End. Slide Knot up or down on Standing Part to adjust size of Noose.

NOTE FROM AUTHOR

Hanging is an option in only three states. If properly done it is a humane procedure. The executee is dropped a proper distance as determined by his weight. This distance is
obtained from a drop distance table which is entered utilizing his weight as an argument. The drop and subsequent stop (an acceleration of something approaching some 1600 foot pounds) results in the breaking of several bones in the spinal column which causes nerve damage and unconsciousness. After one brief instant of pain, the executee goes into medical shock and strangles.

If the executee is dropped too short a distance, he will slowly strangle while conscious. If he is dropped to far a distance, this may result in decapitation. I recently wrote the Manual for the State of Delaware, Execution By Hanging, which has been approved by the court. This protocol will most likely be used in any future hanging in the United States. In the past, few hangings were properly conducted, and it is for this reason that the procedure is not generally considered to be humane.

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This hanging manual was the official Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) for Delaware State Corrections until they abolished all forms of capital punishment in 2016. A fellow by the name of Fred A. Leuchter wrote it and seems to have a good grip on operating a competent gallows. But, I thought I’d check him out and see what his expertise really is. Here’s what Wikepedia says about Fred Leuchter:

“Fred Arthur Leuchter Jr. (born February 7, 1943) is an American manufacturer of execution equipment and Holocaust denier who is best known as the author of the Leuchter report, a pseudoscientific document[2] that alleges there were no gas chambers at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Prior to this, he had been contracted by the authorities of several states in the U.S. to improve the design of instruments for capital punishment.

Leuchter was charged in Massachusetts with having misrepresented himself to penitentiaries as an engineer, despite having no relevant qualifications; Leuchter plea bargained with state prosecutors, and received two years probation. He has also been accused of running a “death row shakedown”, in which Leuchter threatened to testify for the defense in capital cases if he was not given contracts for his services by that state.[1][3][4]

Leuchter became internationally known for his testimony in defense of Holocaust denier Ernst Zündel in 1988. His study for Zündel’s trial has been referred to as the Leuchter Report[5] since it was published by Zündel with that title.

Leuchter’s work is often presented by Holocaust deniers as scientifically-based evidence for Holocaust denial, despite his research methods and findings having been widely discredited on both scientific and historical grounds. Leuchter, and his report, are the subject of Mr. Death: The Rise and Fall of Fred A. Leuchter, Jr., a 1999 feature-length documentary film by Errol Morris.”

IS SCIENTOLOGY A CRAZY CULT AND BIG FAT GLOBAL SCAM?

Scientology. Just the sound can send shivers through your spine. Likely, you already have a bad opinion about it. If you’re with the majority, you’ll think Scientologists are a brainwashing bunch with devious designs to con your cash. But if you’re with a small minority, you’ll see Scientology as a vastly misunderstood new-age religion offering you spiritual enlightenment, inner peace, and a path towards universal knowledge. Both these views can’t be right.

I knew nothing about Scientology except for Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s couch and John Travolta’s disastrously-bad flick called Battlefield Earth. It wasn’t until a few years ago that our then-fourteen-year-old son and I were cutting through mid-town Manhattan from Hell’s Kitchen to our hotel in Times Square. There, on our left along 46th, was the Scientology Church of New York City.

“Hey, look at that!” I pointed and said to Alan. “Scientology. Let’s check it out.”

“Da-ad…” Alan shook his head. “Everyone knows Scientology is a crazy cult and a big fat global scam.”

I looked down on him. “Whadda you know about Scientology?”

“A guy called L. Ron Hubbard started it in the nineteen-fifties from a science fiction book, and he sucked hundreds of thousands of people into believing humans were planted on Earth seventy-five million years ago by a giant space alien named Xenu who was the evil tyrant ruler or dark lord of the Galactic Confederacy. Hubbard said Xenu brought zillions of early humans to this planet and blasted them with hydrogen bombs in volcano craters to free them of their souls which he called Thetans. Scientologists believe Thetans still hang around and use engrams to make people dumb, and if you pay their church enough money they’ll audit you with E-Meters and sell you books, counseling, and courses to clear you of bad stuff and help you reach Operating Thetan Level III where you’re supposed to know everything that’s secret about the universe. By then, they got all your money and screwed your mind.”

“Whaat? That’s preposterous! Where’d you hear that?”

“South Park. They just did an episode on Scientology.”

“You don’t believe everything on South Park, do you? Look at how many times they killed Kenny.”

“Da-ad. South Park is satire. That’s what they do. Trash stupid idiots like Scientologists.”

“Well, I wanna see this for myself.” I headed for the door. “C’mon. We’re goin’ in.”

“O-kay, but I’m warning you.” Alan dithered four paces back. “First thing they’re going to do is show you around, then try sell you some of their shit and get you to join.”

We entered through the well-lit lobby leading into an expansive reception area. It wasn’t what I expected, although I had no idea what to expect. This place appeared first-class and professional in every way.

Immediately, Alan and I were warmly greeted by an attractive lady named Adriana who was the epitome of youth and exuberance. Adriana was conservatively dressed in casual business attire and her persona radiated with confidence and commitment. She asked a few comfortable qualifiers, then welcomed us on a personal facility tour.

Adriana explained the Church of Scientology was unlike any other organized religion. Always making eye contact with me, and trying to do so with Alan, Adriana led us through the Public Information Center and said her organization was all about spiritually enlightening people so they can live free and healthy lives. I noticed there was no mention of God or any reference to Christianity which is what I thought a church was all about.

Adriana took us through the Dianetics and Scientology Bookstore where a wall-to-wall materials guide chart offered “millions of published words and thousands of lectures” personally written and spoken by the organization’s founder, L. Ron Hubbard. I noticed a wall plaque with the message, “Free Introductory Lectures are Available. Come as Often as You Like. Bring Your Friends”. Then I sat, and Alan squirmed, through a short audio-visual presentation which was convincingly prepared and with no money spared in production.

Adriana offered Alan and I more of her time. She guided us to the mezzanine overlooking the Chapel and invited us into the Field Activities Center. Here, Adriana said, Scientologists practiced ceremonies ranging from weddings to namings to commencements to funerals. To me, this appeared more of an intertwined family of individual betterment than a conventional religion where it was a parishioner’s blind duty to pray to an unseen supernatural deity and unquestioningly adhere to prescribed dogma. I remained open-minded, but I can’t say the same for Alan.

Adriana looked around, then quietly asked if we’d like a look behind the scenes at the Church’s operational area. I wasn’t going to pass that up, and Alan had no choice. We entered a room called the Testing Center. Here, newbies like us were exposed to an “introductory service” that allowed an “understanding of personal capabilities and a directional path toward spiritual awareness”.

Discreetly, Adriana let us know that Scientology had an entire array of life improvement courses beyond their basic books and lectures. I murmured that might be interesting. Alan gave me a hard left elbow, and we moved on to the Purification Centre.

This was an unusual place. It was a cross between a gym, a video arcade, and a no-host bar. One wall was a massive mural of the Manhattan skyline. In front were these treadmill-like machines with personalized screens where you could watch Scientology films while hooked into earphones.

Adriana explained this room was a place where “preclears” could mentally and spiritually purify themselves of drug and alcohol toxins as well as psychological damage from misleading input due to conventional religious exposure. I said I could have used this when I used to work out with a hangover. Alan cringed, and we proceeded to the Guidance Center where one-on-one spiritual counseling took place.

Next, we followed our host to the third-floor Auditing Room. Here, for the first time, I saw a real live E-Meter. I was most curious as I’d never heard of this thing and, apparently, it was the mechanized heart of Scientology indoctrination.

The official name for this testing device is an electropsychometer. It’s somewhat like a one-lane polygraph than measures your electrodermal activity (EDA) which is your galvanic skin reaction to controlled questions. Taking an E-Meter evaluation, I was told, was a first step in “auditing” a preclear before advancing in incremental Scientology stages.

I asked Alan if he wanted to give it a whirl. He cowered as if hiding behind his momma’s apron with his thumb in his mouth. Adriana tactfully explained they didn’t conduct audits before a preclear was properly prepared. We left the E-Meter room for the Scientology Academy where budding Scientologists who’ve attained a “clear” state train to be “Auditors” themselves.

By now, we were a good half-hour into this place. Adriana seemed to be comfortable with this Canadian skeptic and his captive son. She offered us a rare opportunity. Adriana had the keys to L. Ron Hubbard’s original office on the executive floor.

I wasn’t turning that down for a second. Neither could Alan. We rode the elevator and exited into a plush hallway with two massive wood doors at one end. I shoved Alan along behind Adriana. Slowly, methodically, and respectfully, she unlocked the boss’s private sanctuary and gave us passage.

It was impressive, I’ll admit. The tastes were exquisite and the appointments classy. The Founder’s desk was an exotic hardwood with matching chairs padded in leather. To one side was a magnificent bookcase filled with bound editions and prized possessions. There was even the touch of fresh flowers in a vase, the scent of something mixed with soft music, and a glass statue of the Empire State Building.

I remarked that it wouldn’t be hard to spend time in this place. I thought Alan might vomit. Adriana smiled and agreed. She suggested we go back to the main floor’s bookstore where she wished to share some literature about the Church of Scientology.

Adriana produced two publications personally penned by L. Ron Hubbard. One was Dianetics – The Modern Science of Mental Health. The other was Scientology – The Fundamentals of Thought. She explained these were the two best groundings for initiation into the Church of Scientology, and we’d best start with the basics before moving on to more advanced material.

During our time, Adriana was most inclusive of Alan. She acknowledged him throughout and treated him as a valued addition to the Church despite his junior age. Adriana reassuringly said everyone was accepted into the Scientology sphere without discrimination for age or race.

Then, she proved Alan right. I could have the two books for fifty bucks and was encouraged to select more – preferably the whole series for a one-time discount. Alan kicked me, and I had to go into damage control, desperately trying to save face.

My comeback was that no other religious organization, that I knew of, outright profited from their works. Hell, I said, even the Jehovah’s Witnesses and Mormons gave their propaganda for free. I went so far as to say I bet if I walked into a Catholic Church they’d give me a complimentary bible.

Adriana fidgeted. She’d thought she’d built a solid report and a sale. Now, we were turning on her. I’ll give her credit, though, as she quickly compromised. She put away the two new copies of Dianetics and Scientology and came back with some used books with dog-eared pages. She offered a trade with a caveat. I had to give Adriana my email address.

Alan didn’t say a word as we departedly shook hands with Adriana. He remained mute as we moved through the hustle and bustle of Times Square. He stayed quiet as we rode to our 17th-floor room in the Marriott, and he never again mentioned our Scientology experience. Alan grinned, however, while he gamed as I laid on the bed and browsed through Dianetics and Scientology. #@!#$! – I was determined to figure out what made these guys tick.

The best I could find glean is L. Ron Hubbard was a depressed science fiction writer sick of scribing short stories for a penny-per-word. Another starving artist told Hubbard that, if he really wanted to get rich, he should start a religion. The light went on in Hubbard’s head when he realized the religious market was far bigger than Sci-Fi and that churches were tax-exempt.

Ron Hubbard capitalized on an earlier SF piece he’d been successful with. It involved a made-up space warlord he called Xenu from whom he’d developed the Thetan storyline of disembodied human souls seeded on earth in prehistoric times. Hubbard seemed to think that if it grabbed one small niche audience, it might work with a mass religious market, provided it was convincingly sold to the gullible.

To sell the Xenu saga, Hubbard expanded the Thetan characters. He had to make them relate to living souls looking for guidance and meaning to life. Hubbard came up with a measuring stick he called Dianetics. That came from the Greek words dia, meaning through, and nous, meaning mind or soul – or what the mind or soul does through the body.

In 1950, Hubbard published his first edition of Dianetics: A New Science of Mind in the popular print magazine Astounding Science Fiction. The magazine title should have told people something about the content, but such is the power of belief. It took off and Hubbard had his ups and downs with the publicity.

He fell on financial frailty. By 1952, L. Ron Hubbard realized he needed a bigger vehicle to transport his Dianetics sales so he invented an organization around it called the Church of Scientology. That term also originated in Greek from scio, meaning knowing, and logos, meaning study of. Therefore, Scientology was the academic study of knowledge and Dianetics was its practical back-up to prove it right.

It wasn’t long before two things happened. One was Scientology snowballed into a big deal with many post-war people rejecting conventional religion and moving towards new-age gurus. The other was Scientology began to make serious money which attracted the tax and law-enforcement folks.

By the 60s and 70s, Hubbard built his Scientology club into the proverbial well-oiled machine. He was a good delegator and allowed a committed downline to run day-to-day operations while he focused on pumping out new material. This included prolific writings which became Scientology scriptures and he filmed or recorded volumes of doctrine lectures.

Scientology got away on L. Ron Hubbard. It came under a lot of negative pressure – media, religious, entertainment, and legal bodies. His group’s defense modus operandi (MO) was aggressively litigating anyone who criticized the Church of Scientology. That included dissenters within the organization, outside religious competitors, and the United States Internal Revenue Service. Some suits Scientology won. Some they lost. And one big one with the IRS was settled with Scientology secretly paying back taxes and being allowed to carry on as a “not-for-profit recognized religion in the US. This was despite almost every non-banana republic seeing Scientology as a purely commercial enterprise bordering on criminal fraud.

Ron Hubbard was a marketing guy if he was nothing else. He recognized the power of celebrity status as a force-multiplier, and he turned his recruitment sights on Hollywood. Over the years, A-listers like Travolta and Cruise championed the cause and were joined by names like Kirstie Alley, Lisa Marie Presley, and Leah Remini who turned out to be a twenty-first-century public relations disaster for Scientology.

You can’t dispute Scientology’s financial and congregational success during the 50s through 90s. Figures are foggy, but it appears they amassed well north of the billion mark in assets, much of that liquid cash. Scientology also asserted a prominent presence around the globe and claimed a multi-million membership.

All empires have their rise and fall. L. Ron Hubbard was an internationally-charged criminal fugitive by the 1980s. By unofficial accounts, Hubbard died on January 24, 1986. He was alone, hiding in a filthy room on a secluded California ranch with matted hair and rotten teeth.

David Miscavige – Church of Scientology Leader

However, L. Ron Hubbard was smart enough to earlier evoke an attrition plan. Back in the 60’s, he mentored a protégé named David Miscavige who now heads the Church of Scientology. Now, here’s a slick little operator – he makes Tom Cruise look tall and a novice actor. Just watch the promo videos. David Miscavige comes across as the smoothest and most sincere televangelist to hit the screen since Tammy Faye died and Jimmy Swaggart cried.

David Miscavige is far from fart-free. He has a tremendous albatross hanging over his head, and that’s because his wife, Michele Miscavige, has been missing since 2007. It’s been twelve years since anyone’s seen hide nor hair of her.

But, David Miscavige has been a force in holding the Church of Scientology together through its troubles. Miscavige fought off crushing collaborative claims of Scientology being a crazy cult and a big fat global scam.  Despite Miscavige’s ministering, Scientology’s future is uncertain. Membership is way down despite grossly exaggerated claims on its website.

Scientology’s biggest threat is itself. It’s also the power of the internet that leaves Scientology vulnerable to exposure beyond is litigious control. Today, people are far more in-tune, connected, and less likely to accept recruitment pitches without first fact-checking. That’s an Achilles Heel to the Church of Scientology.

So, is the Church of Scientology a crazy cult and big fat global scam? Let’s look at a couple of things starting with the Scientology website and how they present their position.

If you click on Scientology.org, you’ll enter a first-class site that has a lot of money invested in it. There’s nothing apparently misleading, on the surface, and the information walks you through what they present as a world-leading movement addressing “the spirit – not the body or mind – and that Man is far more than a product of his environment or his genes”.

Hold it. “Man?” As in male? When you page through Scientology’s website, you can’t help but notice it’s written in the masculine. That, in its self, should tell you something – particularly if you’re female or other non-male identifier.

The website section What Is Scientology? continues with this: “Scientology comprises a body of knowledge which extends from fundamental truths. Prime among these are:

  • Man is an immortal spiritual being.
  • His experience extends well beyond a single lifetime.
  • His capabilities are unlimited, even if not presently realized.

Scientology further holds Man to be basically good, and that his spiritual salvation depends upon himself, his fellows and his attainment of brotherhood with the universe. Scientology is not a dogmatic religion in which one is asked to accept anything on faith alone. On the contrary, one discovers for himself that the principles of Scientology are true by applying its principles and observing or experiencing the results. The ultimate goal of Scientology is true spiritual enlightenment and freedom for all.”

The site information continues to explain that Scientology is a workable technology. It’s a methodology that draws on 50,000 years of wisdom bridging Eastern philosophy with Western thought. According to Scientology promotional literature, this religion is something a “Man” does to better himself.

The official Scientology website doesn’t say exactly how a “Man” does this, but it does pay particular homage to L. Ron Hubbard. The site claims Hubbard was the first to scientifically isolate, measure, and describe the human spirit. Hubbard block-quotes like this frequent the site as credibility:

I dug deep into Scientology’s website. Nowhere did I find any reference to Xenu and the soul-seeding story. However, they’re quite open about their term Thetan which, they say, is a spiritual state of being oneself. They refer to achieving levels of Operating Thetan that are self-reliant existence. The information indicates that the higher the Operating Thetan level (which seems to go from one to maybe even eight) the more spiritually aware a Scientologist is and the more influence they have on those below them.

To me, it sounds a bit like a multi-level marketing organization or pyramid scheme. I had a brush with Amway in a former life. Amway makes really good soap, but I was uncomfortable with their psychological system. While I don’t believe there’s anything crooked at all about Amway, my experience was it’s definitely a clique that rewards and promotes top sellers while shunning low-performers. Amway makes no bones that it’s a free-enterprise outfit bent on making the all-American buck.

I’m not so sure about Scientology.  On one hand, Scientology proudly describes itself as a religion. By definition, religion structures are not-for-profit applications that enjoy tax breaks. On the other hand, if you go through the Scientology site, there are scads of products and services for sale like books, lectures, films, and online courses. Most have prices attached, and this is clearly for profit.

In my opinion, Scientology seems far more cult-like than soap-selling Amway that doesn’t claim to be, or flagrantly flog, religion. There’s no doubt Scientology has a hidden agenda and operates on a bait-and-switch method. That’s precisely what Adriana was doing with Alan and me. She carried on with follow-up emails until I blocked her.

I did some Googling and found lots of stuff about cults. Some are/were dangerous public menaces like the Branch Davidians who shot-it-out with the ATF in Waco, Texas. Others are more nuisances like Hari Krishna and door-knocking J-Dubs. To see if Scientology fits within the classic cult framework, I sourced this checklist from Skeptic Magazine’s 2011 article on cults. True cults have these characteristics:

  • Veneration of the leader
  • Inerrancy of the leader
  • Dissent is discouraged
  • Truth is absolute
  • Morality is absolute
  • In-group/out-group mentality
  • Ends justify the means
  • Deceit and hidden agendas
  • Financial and/or sexual exploitation
  • Mind-altering practices
  • Lack of accountability
  • Isolation from friends and family
  • Aggressive recruitment practices
  • Persuasive techniques

I’ve spent a lot of time researching Scientology for this post and, to me, this “religion” checks off most of the boxes. If Scientology is not a cult, then nothing is a cult, and the term has no meaning.

Is Scientology a Crazy Cult?

If you accept that Scientology is a cult, then you have to wonder how crazy their beliefs and methods are. I couldn’t find anything whatsoever on the Scientology site about Xenu, the galactic warrior, but there are many, many accounts from ex-Scientologists corroborating this as being slowly divulged as a Man rises through Operating Thetan levels.

But, I did see an E-Meter with my own eyes and have to say this is the biggest bunch of pseudoscience bullshit I’ve ever encountered. To think an “auditor” can read you by asking controlled questions while you hold two steel cylinders is crazy. When you apply this craziness within a cult, it certainly meets the criteria for step one.

Is Scientology a Big Fat Global Scam?

This is step two of analyzing Scientology. There’s no question it’s big. In fact, at one time Scientology was enormous. Today, it seems to be losing ground with diminishing membership, weak recruitment, and cash-flow issues which cause Scientology administers to trim the fat where they can.

But, is Scientology a scam? That’s a subjective question, as Scientology legitimately provides material products and services while charging a fee. While that takes Scientology out of the true religion arena – and that’s for the revenuers – it still lets a person pay-to-play if they so choose.

Stop. If Scientology is a real cult, then how much individual choice and free will does an indoctrinated individual have once they’ve swallowed the Kool-Aid? Very little, as most recovering Scientologists attest. You’ll find all kinds of internet support sites to deprogram the Scientology-brainwashed and help them readjust to normal life.

Websters Dictionary describes a scam as “a fraudulent or deceptive act or operation“. Putting it in context, it’s one thing to try sell someone like me fifty dollars worth of worthless stuff that I fundamentally disagree with and simply refuse. It’s something else to suck an innocent and vulnerable person into draining their bank account and pledging total subservience.

In my mind, Scientology, at its core, is founded on dishonesty and deceit. That makes it a scam. I think the founding story of alien intervention and the current practice of auditing with an oscilloscope is crazy. I also think Scientology is a secular and restrictively-inclusive global enterprise – a cult – that may still be fat with riches.

In that case, Alan was right. Scientology is a crazy cult and a big fat global scam.

THE OLD STONE BUTTER CHURCH

*Note* I originally wrote this piece for the 2018 CBC Short Story Contest.

It called to me—the Old Stone Butter Church. It’ll call to you, too… if you’re ready.

The Old Stone Butter Church called from a rise, where it stands on Comiaken Hill keeping forlorn watch over Canada’s Cowichan River estuary and traditional lands of the Khowutzun First Nations People on British Columbia’s southern Vancouver Island. It’s stood fifteen decades—the Old Stone Butter Church—and it’s built to withstand fifteen more.

They handcrafted the Old Stone Butter Church with local basalt and sandstone—they being Khowutzun workers and Christian settlers paid with churned butter from the priest’s dairy herd. A half-pound of butter for a day’s laying stone. Fair trade, you could say, for those confirmed in Catholic faith and those cautiously caring their indigenous values.

It called to me on a November day when Quamichan winds blew plate-sized, golden maple leaves from soaking-wet branches, and browned evergreen needles fell from hulking firs mixed with over-protective cedars. I parked at the hill’s base along Tzouhalem Road. Step by slippery step over leaf-covered moss, I ascended the flagstone pathway, unsurely gripping the iron pipe handrail and passing a gauntlet of tree-bark faces independently judging my passage.

The Old Stone Butter Church loomed above, silhouetting what’s left of its classic cruciform architecture—masonry walls with embedded buttresses and a high-pitch, split-shake roof matching the backdrop of a gray fall sky. Its tired facade of vacant gothic window frames and a long-gone wooden front door gave a sad look compared to what was a once-thriving, nineteenth-century pretense happily beckoning parishioners within.

Outside, overgrowth of green salal and red salmonberry elbowed the church’s rock structure, inviting that sacred place back within the fold of nature’s harmony. Beyond the church, in a grassy field, a lone concrete cross marked the resting space of an elder in eternity, amid a grazing flock of wet, woolly sheep. And overhead, a ruling osprey screeched, outshouting the mass of raven and crow disciples perched below.

I stopped at the open doorway. It still called—the Old Stone Butter Church. Now louder… and longer… with its clear and definite message.

Shifting foot to foot, I surveyed the open vestibule and peered through cold, lonely dampness beyond the rotting jack arch that once welcomed worshipers to the warmth within. What is it? A move forth. What does the church want of me? With short and calculated steps, I crossed the narthex threshold and passed between the light and the dark.

I shivered, yet sweated. My sixty-year-old eyes adjusted to the dim, and they scanned the nave where bench rows once sat a gathered assembly under the pious approval of a scissor-vault ceiling. The floor—it was solid—like some form of mixed concrete pressed from the earth and emitting a gaseous odor not like old eggs but more as old soul.

Daylight shafted through openings that stained glass once filled and an oak door once barred. In ethereal twilight, I saw how a generation of vandals desecrated the old church making mockery of its teachings through graffiti sprayed in yellow and blue and red and black-upon-white with two offensive letters acting as parentheses enclosing the hallowed entrance—one a block-lettered “S” topped with a circular halo, the other a “B” crowned by devil horns.

I turned, facing the crossing leading to the apse and the altar. More graffiti defaced this sanctuary and some brute force had ripped rocks from the transcept, callously throwing them about with no regard for the past and what this sacristy symbolized.

I hear it shut—the vestibule door. It wasn’t a shove. Certainly not a slam. It was a solid and securing sound coinciding with a reassuring temperature change where the chill subsided as the light manifested from dismal dim to calming clarity. I looked back, and I watched as the circular window space above the now-present, paneled oak door turned from a clearing sky to a marvelous consecrational cross consumed with an enlightened rose-colored glow.

To my right and to my left, the gothic arches morphed into leaded stained glass windows of sun-filtered images showing Christian stories from Testaments new and old. Around me, the pews transformed, becoming clear-grained fir boards waxed to a shine with their backs holding leather-bound books filled with good words. Below, the gritty floor transpired into turquoise and lavender and emerald mosaics telling their version of millennia’s history.

And ahead, a crucifix appeared beyond the crossing, before the chancel, mounted on the east wall above the now-formed, maple-wood pulpit draped in a ruby cloth with virginal white braids. Radiant light illuminated the old rugged cross from the cedar-paneled barrel vault—the full-sized cross supporting an exquisite supernatural figure cruelly spiked through the wrists and ankles—His face a balanced chastity of agony and ecstasy, perfectly representing the sins of the incarnate here on earth and the resurrected world of salvation far beyond our prison of mortal comprehension.

Friend, it’s good to see you. It’s nice to know you care.”

The voice was around me. Not over, not under, not behind, nor ahead. It was everywhere within and without me. It was not male. It was not female. The best I can describe—a neutral voice with the feminine intelligence and majestic confidence of Meryl Streep and the beautiful baritone authority of Morgan Freeman. It was the voice of the Old Stone Butter Church.

 

“You… you called…” Humbly, I responded. I wasn’t scared nor alarmed. Not surprised or astounded. It felt natural to accept and submit, realizing some profound life change was occurring—I was entering an epiphany—and I was duty-bound to listen. “Why? Why have you called?”

Because you are ready.” The voice was matter-of-fact. Straight-to-the-point. Kind of like Spock.

“Ready for… what? I… I don’t understand.” Perplexity stifled my speech.

When the student is ready, the teacher shall appear.” The church’s voice confidently quoted a proverb. “You are ready to accomplish a task for me. I’ve called to instruct you.”

It was instinct to find the mouth—to look at the lips—that uttered my calling. I looked aside, viewing a black cast iron stove now convecting heat waves with the sensual smell of burning coal. Candle flickers accented gas lamps, allowing an ideal taste of comfort with glory. Only a parish remained to assemble, and this virtual reality of a bygone era would be consciously complete.

“How can… What can… I possibly do?”

I need your help spreading a message.” The church was clear and concise, but firm. “To connect with people like yourself who are ready to receive the message. Several messages, actually, wrapped into one.”

“I… I… I’ll do what I can.”

An apprehensive urge overwhelmed me. I’m not Catholic, not baptized or raised in the faith. And I’m not a practicing Christian, but I had an instant respect for this church’s voice. There was something here I’d missed in my life. Now, coming into a period of retirement and retrospection, it was time. Time to listen. Unconsciously, I knelt at the crossing—genuflecting, I’m told they call it—and I opened my mind.

I’ll outline my message…” The church paused, as if reflecting upon itself. “First, a bit of my background… how I came to present the physical state you walked to… how I lost tangible dignity but retained the inner strength and self-respect you see now.”

I stood, turning about and taking in a marvelous blend of tradition, order and décor. How something, someone, of such splendor could be so maliciously neglected seemed incomprehensible. And, how a bastion of civilization like a carefully crafted church could miraculously survive, despite infernal attempts to destroy it. Clearly, there was an answer in the message I was about to pass on.

I had ten years of good run.” The church mused. “My builders were mixed. Local native people and immigrant Europeans. It’s much like how the country, the continent, was civilized… if you choose to use that term. But, like all organizations, there has to be mutual respect for every culture, faith, and belief involved. That’s a grounded principle in every society, regardless if Christian based, traditional native, or any type of religion based on history, doctrine and decent human principles. That didn’t happen with me, now called the Old Stone Butter Church.”

I detected emotion. The voice reminisced as if struggling to resolve the past and conform to, yet help shape the present and future. I listened.

My decline began with a culture clash. Mistrust and suspicion. As you saw, my crafters had considerable skills and built my structure soundly with what they had. Rock. Wood. Mortar. They appointed me with handsome glass and hand-wrought iron. They built me as they saw fit, according to one-sided specifications. That was the Christian spectral view. Not the vision of spirituality from the Khowutzun people who have their own teachings to be respected.”

“What happened?” I was enthralled. “How did you fall into such shamble?”

After ten years, the division between Caucasian settlers and indigenous landowners became unbearably stressed. Intolerance, by some in my Christian congregation, of native beliefs and values… not all by any means… forced my aboriginal followers to evict the parish from their lands. Oh, there were falsehoods spread of me being haunted and possessed by dark forces, but the reason… the truth… remains as often is… cultures are ignorantly disrespectful of each other despite a clear interconnectedness, and universal value, of all humanity.”

“And?”

They stripped me of possessions… leaving me to stand bare… a witness to the world of religious strife and the resilience to represent truth for those wishing to find it. They… the Christian parishioners… took my stained glass windows, my oak doors, my pews, my altar, and my beloved crucifix away to a new location on non-native land and erected a new church to represent their clique. I remained empty… the Old Stone Butter Church… a vulnerable victim to vandals.

“This is a shameful story.” I felt a throat lump, a sense of pity, yet profound curiosity. What do you want me to do?

But, they didn’t take my spirit…

“…no…”

“… and you’re wondering what I want you to do. I need to confide before revealing my message. There is nothing holy about me. I’m just a human-built old rubble block, but I’m symbolic of a timeless truth. You don’t need me as a physical building to worship in or pray to. You can do that anywhere, and that’s what today’s masses are discovering… what they’re seeking. But most haven’t received the message, yet they’re ready. Many describe themselves as ‘Nones’. That being they don’t subscribe to any set religion.”

“Yes.”

These are the ones I want to reach. It’s not that they’re atheist or agnostic, and they’re not so indoctrinated in religious dogma that they can’t be reached. No. Most Nones are too busy with life’s concerns to stop and reflect on what’s really important… what the core truth is in mortal existence and how I… an old relic… can help them ground.”

“I follow your past. And think I understand where you’re going.” I stayed fast, waiting for revelation. “But why call on me?”

Because you are one of the most powerful people in society. Your kind has always been the most influential. The most persuasive force.”

“What? How am I powerful? I’m not an emperor, a politician… business tycoon. And I’m by no means an entertainment or religious icon.”

Remind me of what you do for a living.”

“I’m… I’m a writer. I write books. Articles. Web pages. Do op-eds for the HuffPost. Like, whatever pays the bills.”

Precisely. You’re a scribe. Scribes have always been the most powerful force in humanity. Emperors? Politicians? Tycoons? And religious icons and pop-entertainers? They come and they go and they’re at the mercy of scribes. They beg scribes for exposure… favorable, if they can get it. Otherwise, they fall at the scribes’ peril. Not at a foe’s sword but at a scribe’s quill.”

“You want me to write for you?” I wasn’t sure. “I am… honored… privileged… what is your message… how do you want my approach?”

Getting my word out has never been easier. But The church calculated. “Telling it properly is the challenge. Today, you, the scribe, have unlimited access to the masses. You have your blog and website. You have social media platforms. You have connections with mainstream media you’ve built through years of credibility as a respected scribe. People will listen to you. If you present my message in a way they understand, it will help them function in the world as productive and contributing society members. And they will spread it through word of mouth… rather, today, word of mouse.

“Word-of-mouse…”

It starts with something being in it for them… especially the vulnerable Nones who have limited grounding or conviction in conventional spiritual health and worship-prescribed happiness.”

“What should I tell them?”

Start my message by reassuring people that no religion has a monopoly on truth. But, most of the world’s religions have universal core concepts in their doctrine. Your human nature… it’s the cyclical nature of the universe… like the Khowutzen people knew and taught. You move forward from birth to death, after which you go back where you came from. It’s what you do unto, with, and for others during your earthly life now that matters. Not stocking-up self-important spirituality for some later event. As a side note, the concepts of heaven and hell are what you make for yourself while you exist here in human form.”

I nodded. There was no need for note taking.

There is no limit to your human potential, but there is a limit to the time you have in your ethereal lifespan. It’s incumbent for you to use your precious time as wisely as you can. That means enlightening… knowing… your internal world of health and welfare so you can help others to help themselves. That’s my core message… it’s your purpose. Know yourself and be healthy in yourself. Then help others to help themselves. Build your placid world not with vain material assets… ultimately, build your internal peace with placid external relationships. Doing so… you make yourself and others… happy. And you don’t need a church for that.”

The church said no more. I heard what was in it for the Nones and the Scribes. It was now time to go.

Its candles and lamps extinguished. Its coal stove went out. Its stained glass turned back to open sky, and its oak front door released. Its pews were gone as was its crucifix holding the representation of human divinity. And its smell… the smell of old soul… returned.

I left the Old Stone Butter Church with a purpose—a purpose I suppose was there all along. I’ve new-found happiness and reinvigorated spiritual health. My mission is sharing the message with those receptive to hearing timeless truth. Now, I’m at my keyboard with the power of the internet—billions of interconnected souls potentially at my reach—and I start by scribing these words:

It called to me—the Old Stone Butter Church. It’ll call to you, too… if you’re ready.