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the Moonies
who had come so suddenly into my life. The boys
were clean-cut and wholesome, college-style, with
unfashionably short haircuts. The fixity of their
smiles and something about their eyes worried me
vaguely, but I was becoming accustomed to it. Some
of the girls looked very old fashioned in their long
dresses, a bit like "The Little House on The Prairie
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still there wasn't much time for independent think-
ing at Boonville.
5 While we were still munching our cornflakes
Bethie was explaining, 'At breakfast we have a
custom called Cereal Drama, this means sharing
something with each other, some experience that
has made us happy or troubled us. This will help us
to get to know each other better and so bring us
closer together.'
6 Sharing is another word for confessing and as
such an important weapon in the brainwashing
armoury of the Moonies. Once a newcomer had
divulged some secret sin, this would be later magni-
fied and used to home in on our weak spots, thus
creating the much desired feeling of guilt.
7 'Well, who's going to be the first to share?' asked
Bethie brightly and immediately five hands were
raised. Mine stayed down. I had been assuming
that everyone in Bethie's group had been new-
comers, but this wasn't so. There were five old Moo-
nies and only two newcomers, besides myself... a
Swiss girl called Vrenni and a husky fair-haired boy
with mischievous eyes called Barney.
6 And surprise, surprise, it was the five old Moonies
who had their hands raised. That was part of the
act They would confess to the same things over and
over again. Each told us a relatively minor thing
about his past Then Bethie turned to me and said,
'Come on, Sue, please tell us something aboutyour-
self. We would all love to hear.'
9 So I told them that I lived on a farm in the south of
England, had two younger brothers called Mark and
Chris, and spent a term as an exchange student at
Brockfort just outside New York and still had a year
of my course to complete before I could qualify as a
physical education teacher. At this, the Moonies
clapped and Bethie gave us her motherly smile.
in '1 know it isn't easy to share with others just
because they want you to; or to sing because it
makes others happy. And it's never easy to be a
totally unselfish person, to start thinking about the
happiness of others before you think of your own.
ii 'But this is what we're doing at Boonville. We are
trying to set up a model community where people
learn to truly care about one another. Look upon it
as a two-day experiment in a different way of living.
Some of the things you see here may seem strange to
you. But please open your minds and give yourself
the chance to understand. You have all known fleet-
ing moments of ecstasy. Well, stay with us for a
while. We can give you eternal ecstasy.'
12 It was heady stuff. We were being shown the gate-
way to paradise; and if all those smiles truly
reflected inner joy, then maybe it wasn't entirely a
dream.
13 Boonville was proving to be a merry-go-round that
might slow down from time to time to let people
climb on, but never ever stopped. We moved from
one activity to the next without pause. There always
seemed to be someone holding my hand, talking to
me or smiling deep into my eyes. Breakfast was fol-
lowed by a lecture on evolution which was followed
by more sharing; which in turn was followed by a
truck ride out into the fields. Encouraged by Bethie,
we sang all the way...
14 I had never known so much loving sans sex.
There always seemed to be somebody holding my
hand, hugging me or rubbing the back of my shoul-
ders to keep me awake during lectures. It was what
the Moonies call Love Bombing and is a vital part of
their Mind Control techniques. So too is the con-
stant singing and chanting which disorientates you
from the big, wide, wicked world that lies somewhere
out there beyond the barbed wire of Boonville.
Mostly I was enjoying myself. I liked the land and
the country air. I was touched by the friendliness of
the people. I had enjoyed working in the fields,
swimming and the exercises. And as a student I
found the lectures intriguing.
15 But I desperately needed to do a little independent
thinking and this was seemingly impossible. That
is unless you have the ability to think while you're
singing or chanting, doing Jumping Jacks or a choo-
choo, looking into an everlasting line of smiling eyes
or sharing. You couldn't even cheat during the lec-
tures and let the mind ramble. There was always
Bethie, Carol or one of the older girls alongside to
make sure my eyes didn't wander even for an
instant. At the slightest hint of this there would be a
gentle prod and a pleading voice saying 'Sue, try to
listen. This next bit is fascinating. It would be such
a shame to miss it'...
16 Just before midnight we boarded a Moonie bus
and arrived at Camp K (K for Korea) in the early
hours. These late-night journeys are part of a delib-
erate ploy intended to increase the newcomer's
sense of disorientation. I felt as though I was in the
middle of nowhere. I presumed we were still in the
state of California, but wasn't sure. I didn't even
know which was north and which was south.
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