Ruthless: Scientology, My Son David Miscavige, and Me by Ron Miscavige 2016
About the Author
Ron Miscavige is the father of David Miscavige, the leader of the Church of Scientology. He and his family joined Scientology in 1970, and he worked for The Sea Organization for almost 27 of those years before leaving the Church entirely in 2012. He is a Marine veteran and professional musician.
About the Book
The only book to examine the origins of Scientology’s current leader, RUTHLESS tells the revealing story of David Miscavige’s childhood and his path to the head seat of the Church of Scientology told through the eyes of his father. Ron Miscavige’s personal, heartfelt story is a riveting insider’s look at life within the world of Scientology.
“Compulsively readable…Feels as if it was written more in sorrow than in anger.” ―LA Weekly
“Books attacking Scientology are nothing new. But Ruthless…hits particularly close to home ― the author’s son David Miscavige has led the church since L. Ron Hubbard died in 1986.” ―The New York Times Book Review, “Inside the List”
“Recounts the Miscavige family’s experience in [Scientology], which in Ron’s view, ‘has become a cult, pure and simple.’ Since 1986 the church’s leader has been his son, David.” ―The Boston Globe
Summary of Prologue
CELL PHONES, READING glasses, shopping lists—they all fit neatly inside that little cloth cavity.
Of course, if you’ve got your cell phone in there and you bend over, it will more than likely fly out.
After you’ve dumped your cell phone or glasses on the ground once or twice, it becomes an almost automatic action.
Little did I know that the simple, automatic action of reaching my hand to my chest was not only being observed but, like the butterfly’s wing, would set in motion events that I, and many others, never expected.
I answered and was surprised to see an officer from the Whitewater Police Department.
I don’t have a guilty conscience, but a police officer’s appearance in a place where I have been living for only a few months and asking for me by name sent my antennae up immediately.
“You have been followed by two private investigators hired by the Church of Scientology for the past year.”
“As far as getting more information about this, you can go to the West Allis police station because they are the ones that arrested one of the PIs.”
The officer left, and I called Becky, who was at work, to tell her what had just happened.
I began scouring the past year of my life, trying to find clues.
After a few minutes of mental cacophony, my head cleared and I contacted the police in West Allis.
They arranged for me to come down, but the very next day they sent someone over from the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) with another member of the Whitewater police to check my car.
The ATF agent wasn’t feeling well, however, and he never completed the check of my car to locate the GPS, but the following day Becky and I went down to West Allis and talked to the police.
We brought the car into the service bay where they work on the police cars.
The head of the PI firm would call an attorney, and the attorney would forward the information on to your son.
“So they called their contact, and within minutes a man who identified himself as David Miscavige called them and he told the PIs, ‘If he dies, he dies.
Shocked, stunned, incredulous—fill in your own adjectives.
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