It was soon after Joy's attack that I received a visit from
two FBI agents, although this didn't upset me at that time. They told
me that James Meisler (Public Relations Scientologist in New York
whose job it was to handle me) had received bomb threats. Did I have
any idea who might have done it? Since the FBI told me Meisler named
me as a suspect, I figured he was behind it. After all, Scientology
had enough sincere enemies that had he really received threats, he
would have been worried and named some likely possibilities. I felt
his motivation might be that he had come off looking bad in a couple
of interviews in which I was quoted along with him. I felt he was
therefore trying to obtain sympathy to make up for the points he lost
with incompetence. At that visit, I also agreed to be fingerprinted
when the FBI asked me.
Things were generally quiet for about a month after that,
probably because Scientology didn't know I had moved. However, I was
a little worried when I got a second visit from the same FBI agents
and learned that they had gone to Bob [[...]] [[my boyfrend]] and
Joy's boyfriend asking if I was the type to send bomb threats.
On February 4th or 9th of 1973, a horrible anonymous letter
was sent to about half the residents of my new building (or about 300
people) urging them to get me kicked out, saying I had venereal
disease, had sexually molested a 2 year old baby girl, etc. The only
thing they got right about me was my age -- which was the last thing I
wanted known -- and there was also an incorrect reference to my having
a "swollen tongue." I had a cracked tongue when I was a young child,
which doctors believed came from vitamin deficienciency in the
orphanage. (1)
Obviously, I was terribly upset by that letter. I had dreamed
for years of moving into this building, and was petrified that I would
be kicked out. Furthermore, I was horribly embarrassed, especially
when I heard people talking in the elevator about the new girl with
VD!
On that same day, I also received a second brief visit from
Margie Shepherd again, before she disappeared permanently from my life
allegedly to go to Boston. With her that day was a very sweet girl
named Paula Tyler, who told me a sad story about coming from
California and being raped while hitch- hiking. Could I help her get
an apartment in this building from some absent tenant at a reduced
rate? I did, and later, her so called platonic friend, a very
friendly asexual type boy named Jerry Levin moved in upstairs with
her.
Jerry and Paul dropped by to visit each day, and along with my
girlfriend in the building (a writer named Barbara), we all became
quite friendly.
[[Footnotes:]]
(1) I knew it was Scientology for a few reasons. First, only they
would make up something as horrible as VD. Secondly, the "sexually
molested 2 year old baby girl" was a reference to one of their own male
"ministers" who had done that--and they were the only ones who knew
that I knew the age of that girl since I had left that out of my book.
Third, the letter said I had just returned from the Europe, but in
fact had returned from the Caribbean. But they had wrongly told some
people I was in Europe at that time.