Zane Thomas has this to say about his time in Scientology: Heh, when I was a foolish teenager I got caught up in the bait-n-switch cult of clams for about a year. I ended up in Edinburgh Scotland at the Clam Central Publishing Org. There was some incredibly nasty stuff going on there, including imprisonment. It didn’t take me too long to wise up and I blew in December of 1968. But I had a problem, my gear (sleeping bag, backpack, essentially everything I owned except the clothes on my back) were at the org. Having seen people in dungeon-like rooms eating bread and water, I was not taking any chances.
I got a taxi to take me to the org and told him that if I wasn’t out in 5 minutes he should call the police. He looked sort of shocked, and in retrospect it must have been a strange situation for him. A dark, damp night in an alley in Edinburgh, with a really young kid (I never looked my age, so I could have looked about 15 or 16 at the time) entering a building which was already the subject of controversy and questions, asking for the police to be called if I wasn’t out soon. No wonder he looked a little shocked and worried.
Fortunately for me he stayed.
I went in, got my stuff, and headed for the door. I was stopped by some serious screaming from the Sea Witch who was running the place. She informed me that I was a traitor and fair-game (we ALL knew what that meant, despite the disingenuous retraction of that policy which you see here from time-to-time). I told her that I was leaving and that there was a taxi outside and that the driver was calling the police if I wasn’t out soon. One of the Sea Org goons, it could have been Bill Robertson himself I really don’t recall, looked out the window and verified the taxi’s presence.
I walked out the door, and left town the next day … I looked over my shoulder for a looong time after that.
To read more of Zane’s escape go here: http://www.xenu-directory.net/accounts/thomas19960906.html