Jamie DeWolf – The God Or The Man
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I’m excited about this one, this is going to make history. Our next guest a poet, writer, film maker, educator, photographer, I’m leaving stuff out. Brother is amazing and you are in for a treat. I’m in for some trouble and you are about to find out why. Mr. Jamie DeWolf.
[Jamie DeWolf (October 28, 1977):]
Every family has their black sheep.
On my mother’s side, our black sheep was a shepherd who enslaved his own flock, the king of the cons, a man who made himself a messiah even though he never called himself a God. Even tonight his words are written in steel and titanium capsules in a nuclear reinforced bunker miles underground so if our whole species goes extinct, his words will still survive.
He was the subject we never talked about at the kids table at my family reunions, but he was my great grandfather, L. Ron Hubbard.
Lafayette Ron Hubbard.
He was born a story-teller, a science fiction writer, a golden tongued grifter who could write a book in any genre while the publisher waited downstairs in the hotel lobby. Just another name on dime store pulp mags paid only a penny a page until 1949 when he’d said, you wanna know how you really get rich?
You start a religion.
A year later he kept to his word, wrote Dianetics, transforming science fiction into fact until you could pay to flat line your mind for a fee.
Overnight he went from pennies to a prophet, until the world demanded to see his evidence, but L. Ron knew if you don’t have facts, all you need is faith so he turned his science into a religion and Scientology was born.
A few years later, his Son arrived. A baby who survived an early abortion attempt, born premature at 2 pounds and 2 ounces, abandoned by his father as he sought fame and fortune, now he emerged to take his part of the new family business.
He was my grandfather, L. Ron Hubbard Jr.
Carrying his father’s name and his red hair, Jr. became his right hand man and was a devote disciple believer helping him to construct the church and it took him years to realize he was only another accomplice.
Trained in the arts of electrified hypnosis, black-mail and and beat-downs, her learned to hide his crimes behind his charisma and it took him a decade to see the holes behind the holy, the man behind the myth: his father. Stuffing thousands of dollars in a shoe box he kept secret underneath his bed: his Father. Burning incriminating documents before dawn, his Father. Escaping criminal charges as he ran from state to state, as Jr. watched his family and friends, brains washed, banks broken.
Sickened by what he had seen behind the curtain, in 1959, Jr. left. But his Father always understood retribution better than redemption and he stalked his Son with wire-taps, break-ins and death threats, my grandfather coming home to photographs of his children in his mailbox playing on playgrounds alone and unguarded to remind him the eye of the pyramid never blinks. Why everyone of my aunts and uncles were taught how to use a gun, the Son forced to live like his dad, permanently on the run until he changed his last name from Hubbard to DeWolf. A lie, to protect him from every having to tell the truth.
When your Father has created a religion in your own lifetime, there’s no sun big enough to ever escape his shadow.
But there’s a thin line between prophecy and psychosis and the bare faced messiah run from countries and criminal charges, an international outlaw on a ship escaping extradition, his sanity slipping as he started confusing his past from his fiction, until one day he vanished.
Before a courtroom or a jail cell could ever make him real again.
Jr. now buried under debt, tried to flush his father out of hiding to write him a check so he litigated the holy ghost to prove he still had flesh. The Son took his war public to scrape the idols gold down to rust.
Jr. now a dying diabetic, with an amputated foot, buried and battered from a decade of lawsuits against the man who carried his same name, until the day his dad died in hiding, cremated the next morning, leaving only a legacy of ashes.
The Church gave the Son one final offer. Arrest your tongue, swallow the truth for one final check. Or you and your next of kin will face a lifetime of threats, so we signed away his silence and took his secrets and two heart attacks to his grave.
Another victim of the church stopped pretending to save.
On thanksgiving in a house a self-made god paid for, his grand children never said his name.
He was the one God we never gave grace to.
One day my grandfather led me to a bookshelf and showed me volumes of his father’s works and he said, your mom says you want to be a writer, well, don’t believe everything you read, but believe everything you say.
I never met the man who gave me my red hair, the manic depression still twists in the strains of my DNA, and the first time I saw a psychiatrist when he asked me if mental illness runs in my family, all I could say was yes.
Yes it does.
When I told him my great grandfather was a cult leader that enslaved the minds of millions, he accused me of having delusions of grandeur. What can I say? It runs in the veins.
I’ve been in secret to L. Ron Hubbard Hollywood life exhibits, where his latest victim leads me on a tour of a life he never led. My family written out of existence and this disciple will never know the legacy of lies that I still carry in my last name.
DeWolf. A cover story to protect us from my great grandfathers true children, the army of empty who greet me in train stations with an E meter and a personality test, and they ask me, if I’ve ever heard of L. Ron Hubbard.
I always ask them, which one?
The Son or the Father.
or the Man?
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