From the new Mike Rinder Affidavit:
http://www.mikerindersblog.org/mike-rinder-texas-declaration/
"7. Miscavige was also directly and personally involved in other matters I am aware of related to Texas. Private Investigator Monty Drake was used to gather information on Dell Liebriech in Dallas Texas. Dell Liebriech was the plaintiff in a civil lawsuit filed in Florida on behalf of Lisa McPherson who had died under church care. Miscavige had been personally involved in the administration of Scientology counseling (auditing) to Ms. McPherson and was extremely concerned that he would be implicated in the case. He, Marty Rathbun and I essentially relocated to Florida from 1998 through 2002 to work almost exclusively on the case. Miscavige controlled every single aspect of it, primarily through Rathbun and me – from meeting with lawyers and experts to responding to protestors and making statements to the press. Not a single thing relating to the McPherson case was done that was not ordered by him. Not a single thing happened relating to that case that he was not immediately apprised of. Not a single utterance was made to the hundreds of media who repeatedly inquired of the church about the case without Miscavige either dictating the words to be spoken or authorizing them. All intelligence operations against the McPherson family and their lawyers were conducted only at the direction of or with prior approval of Miscavige."
I was the DSA CCDallas from 1999-2004. I was not involved in the McPherson legal back-up, at first. After a year on my new post however, I was "trusted enough" (I was viewed with caution as I always was a 'wildcard' - but I was getting tremendous production and actually building a CCHR group with lots of public volunteers involved) - "trusted enough" to be called out to a "special briefing" at OSA Int at HGB Hollywood, along with Cathy Norman, the DSA Austin for many, many years ongoing.
This was Summer 2000 and I had to squeeze this in between summer school for Teaching Certification, and the start of the new school year in Dallas, where I was teaching.
This was a weirdly intense period for me personally.
At this time I was actively under attack by an overly-zealous public volunteer named Nina Tan, who was "investigating me" for having as she put it, "anti-social characteristics." My "friends" up at OSA WUS who knew about this (she sent them reports) did not copy me on the reports or tell me what she was doing*. I learned what she was doing from my "real friends" at CCHR TX. She was going around to various staff and CCHR volunteers and "investigating" me implying that I was 'one bad person' to deal with.
*see Battlefield Earth movie (Terl) for more on using "leverage" on
your own teammates
The real reason for the wild attacks on my repute, selecting my closest friends (and even managing to consult with my enemy, non-Scn, ex-wife!), was never explained, except that I once told her very sternly that she needed to get her ethics under control and stop talking about how badly her marriage was going, and how she was openly looking around for a new '2D', and to apply Scientology and fix it.
Reactions! (Hell hath no wrath...)
(I will tell that full story, later, but only one written and one verbal report ever emerged from a dozen of my own Dallas staff, that Nina was spreading this 'Scott might be an SP' 'investigation' far and wide!)
So following 'PTS' theory, with the mounting hidden communications going behind my back (PR Series - "whisper campaign")
that has become my excuse for
missing the flight (what a loser!) that was to take me out to LA to meet up with Cathy et al.
I did show up the next day, though, and got right into our new assignment.
We were to map out the entire knowable (by library research, hook or crook) family tree of the McPherson-Liebriech family. We studied and organized all of what private investigators had assembled, thus far, from the usual stealing their trash, making fake calls to 'fish for data,' and legitimate background checks, etc.
Then we returned to Dallas and hit the Genealogy section of the Dallas library for a few days until we had all we could gather. I was even allowed to use the Internet (I did anyway, but now I had 'permission'). Then I had to go to courthouses in my available time to get the remaining data of any court cases ever involving any of the family members.
It was an exercise in hyper-over-kill and it wore me out.
Once I got a call from the legal guy at Flag. He picked up on my nonchalance for overly petty detail, and he gave me a "reality adjustment" (not quite 'severe') over the phone: "Dooo. youuu. knowww. just what this case meanzzz. forrr. mankind???"
"Why 'They' could enter something in the court record that would be on file forevvverrr." "We could lose - luuuzzz the ownnnly. chance. mankind. hazzz. got... forevvverrr!"
"Ownnnly an SP would allow
that to happen."
"Right!" (?I'm not an 'SP' am I?
) "Okay b-b-boss."
nervous: psst - hey - get your TRs 'IN,' Scott!) "Sir, Yes. Sir!"
"Okay, then. Tomorrow a Fed-Ex will come to your door. You are to run this to the law offices of 'Glowball-n-Slaver' and report when you have delivered... 'the package' "
(Hmmm... Now why couldn't Fed-Ex deliver 'the package' directly to the law offices of 'Glowball-n-Slaver'? Oh well. It's not for me to know, I guess...)
"Got it, Sir!"
(woo-hoo, Scotito* has a mission!
)
*Scotito - Spanish for "little scott" - the wee-tiny little thetan way down inside that clinker-of-a-soul, way down inside that big, bad-ass essS-Peee! - ('little scott' sometimes comes out to 'play' when things git 'seerius' or 'inturbolated' up-lines, makin' everbuddies 'up-lines' right nervus!)
I delivered the package to the law offices in downtown Dallas.
Another time, on a Friday afternoon, I get sent over to an apartment complex in far East Dallas/Mesquite to ring the doorbell and then 'pretend to have the wrong door', just to see if anyone would answer, and to report back what I observed. No one came to the door.
The rest of my work on this case went on for months throughout 2001. It was basically, run, run, RUN! to the last-minute, hyper-frantic orders to visit any and all Scientologists who'd known Lisa McPherson personally, in-person, and rush their 'affidavits' (more properly, amicus curiae - 'friend of the court' - briefings) to the D/FW airport Fed-Ex center, breaking traffic laws and pounding on the closing, closing-at-10pm door at 10:01!
(And breathing huge sighs of relief that I'd made it in time, all the way home - how "Oat-Tea" I was for "
making it go right.")
That's my story.