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Is this <strong>the</strong> real life?<br />
Is this just a fantasy?<br />
Caught in a l<strong>and</strong>slide<br />
No escape from reality.<br />
Rathbun, with his bad back, was eliminated fairly quickly. Rinder, De Vocht, Marc<br />
Headley—one <strong>by</strong> one, <strong>the</strong>y found <strong>the</strong>mselves st<strong>and</strong>ing alone, behind low cubicle walls,<br />
watching <strong>the</strong> surviving contestants desperately ghting to remain in <strong>the</strong> Hole ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
than be sent o to God knows where. There was a clock over <strong>the</strong> door marking <strong>the</strong><br />
hours that passed as <strong>the</strong> music played on <strong>and</strong> on <strong>the</strong>n suddenly stopped <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> riot<br />
began again. As people fell out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> game, COB had airline tickets for distant locations<br />
printed up for <strong>the</strong>m at <strong>the</strong> base’s travel oce. There were U-Haul trucks waiting outside<br />
to haul away <strong>the</strong>ir belongings. “Is it real to you now?” Miscavige teased. They were told<br />
that buses would be ready to leave at six in <strong>the</strong> morning. Many were in tears. “I don’t<br />
see anybody weeping for me,” Miscavige said. The utter powerlessness <strong>of</strong> everyone else<br />
in <strong>the</strong> room was made nakedly <strong>clear</strong> to <strong>the</strong>m. The game continued until 4 a.m., when a<br />
woman named Lisa Schroer grabbed <strong>the</strong> final chair.<br />
The next morning <strong>the</strong> whole event was forgotten. No one went anywhere.<br />
In several legal declarations he has made over <strong>the</strong> years, Miscavige has protested, “I<br />
am <strong>the</strong> ecclesiastical leader <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> religion, not <strong>the</strong> Church.” The distinction is important<br />
when <strong>the</strong> church is dragged into lawsuits or threatened with criminal liability; Miscavige<br />
can point to a chart that assigns organizational responsibility to o<strong>the</strong>r departments,<br />
whereas <strong>the</strong> sole responsibility <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Religious Technology Center, which he heads, is to<br />
protect Scientology doctrine <strong>and</strong> literature. And yet, Miscavige freely consigned those<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r department heads to <strong>the</strong> Hole or sent <strong>the</strong>m to RPF. During <strong>the</strong> period that <strong>the</strong><br />
organizational chart was being constantly rearranged, <strong>the</strong> only reliable posting on <strong>the</strong><br />
base was his, that <strong>of</strong> COB RTC; everyone else was constantly being uprooted <strong>and</strong><br />
repotted in o<strong>the</strong>r temporary assignments. There is really only one person in charge <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Church <strong>of</strong> Scientology.<br />
A few days after <strong>the</strong> musical chairs episode, Miscavige ordered everyone in <strong>the</strong> Hole<br />
to report to Golden Era Productions to stu CDs into cases. At one point, he began<br />
sharply interrogating De Vocht, who was shaken <strong>and</strong> stuttered in response. According to<br />
De Vocht, Miscavige punched him in <strong>the</strong> face. He felt his head vibrate. He tried to turn<br />
away from <strong>the</strong> next blow, but Miscavige grabbed his neck <strong>and</strong> shoved him into <strong>the</strong> oor,<br />
pummeling <strong>and</strong> kicking him. 7 De Vocht had served Miscavige for years, <strong>and</strong> had even<br />
considered him a friend. He had dedicated his life to Scientology <strong>and</strong> had been in <strong>the</strong><br />
Sea Org for nearly thirty years. He recalls thinking, “Now here I am, being beat up <strong>by</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> top dog in front <strong>of</strong> my peers.”<br />
After <strong>the</strong> attack, Miscavige continued his speech. De Vocht was so humiliated that he<br />
couldn’t bring himself to look at his companions. Finally, he managed a glance at <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Pie faces.<br />
Rathbun was <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>and</strong> at that moment he made a decision. As <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r executives