• “He would push me against a wall and try to scare me,” says female co-worker


    A letter to St. Martin’s Press from Gabriella Saccomanno, Keyboardist, Golden Era Productions
    Gabriella Saccomanno portrait
      Gabriella Saccomanno  
     

    I understand that Ron Miscavige has written a book about Golden Era Productions (Gold), Scientology and the leader of the Church, Mr. David Miscavige, to complain about the “bad” treatment he received while working at Gold and to “expose” inside data from the Church that he had allegedly witnessed firsthand.

    Hearing what he has to say about this shocked me, to say the least.

    One day he was here acting like everything was just fine and dandy and the next day he was gone. And the whole time he was plotting to betray his group.  

    Before publishing his book, you should hear the real story of Ron Miscavige from the people who lived with him, worked with him, played in the band with him and, yes, went to parties and outings with him. The very people that considered him a friend, despite his many defects and eccentricities—those he did not hesitate to abandon without a word, just like that. One day he was here acting like everything was just fine and dandy and the next day he was gone. And the whole time he was plotting to betray his group.

    Just so you have the whole picture, I would like to give you my personal experience with Ron.

    As the only woman in the Music Department, he treated me horribly. I am Italian and he made fun of how I speak, my accent, and called me “guinea.” That was one thing. Then he would constantly argue with me and provoke me so I would get upset. Then when I did get upset, he would push me against a wall and try to scare me, many times. Or he would huff around and knock things over or throw a chair, again to scare me. I avoided being alone with him as much as I could. Other times he would treat me demeaningly by throwing things on the floor, especially in our kitchenette, and leaving it for me to clean up, implying that I was a woman so I should clean up after him.

    He tried to play the part of a big shot and was unbelievably arrogant and yet could not produce a decent piece of music.   

    As a musician, Ron never practiced his trumpet, never studied or learned how to write and arrange music, and despite others spending hundreds of hours to get him to learn, he used to complain endlessly that he was misunderstood and that “nobody was willing to help him.” He tried to play the part of a big shot and was unbelievably arrogant and yet could not produce a decent piece of music. I can tell you that it is not a pleasure having to re-do something from scratch because what Ron had turned over to me as a “great arrangement” was just trash and an embarrassment to even listen to. This happened time and time again, basically, always. I was catching his slack, while he says “no one would give him any slack.” Can you believe it?

    But he kept asserting that he was misunderstood, that his compositions were the product of a genius and the only reason he was having a hard time was because people were after him. And all while violently refusing any help to get corrected or to become more proficient on his post. He just “did not need to study up” or learn. He knew it all already. He just assumed someone was “after him.” He was convinced there was some conspiracy against him. No, he was crazy.

    “… when I say he [Ron] was a pig, I mean it in the worst meaning of the word.”

    Ron was also a total disgusting pig in his personal hygiene. There was a constant pungent smell coming out of his body that made it very unpleasant to be near him. I remember having to hold my breath because of that. His own possessions, his car, his composing room, his living room, were not just sloppy and disordered, they were dirty and smelly and kept this way, unless forced to clean up, just out of respect to the other people that had to work around him. He wouldn’t do anything to clean up after himself, and I have had to personally clean up and sanitize the kitchenette numerous times after he used it. He would use utensils and put them back in the drawer without washing them. He used to literally throw pieces of food on the floor and then say that it was someone else’s duty (mine) to clean it up, while laughing at his “joke.” But when I would find a mess on the floor and ask him to clean up after himself, he would blatantly deny it was his mess and would attack me for being “after him with false accusations.” And when I say he was a pig, I mean it in the worst meaning of the word. He used to go to the bathroom and urinate all over the floor. He would then leave his disgusting mess to others to clean up after him. Namely me.

    What was surprising was that Ron was constantly complaining about the way he was treated, despite the extra care he received from his superiors, from the medical liaison personnel, from the staff training department personnel, and even by cooks, stewards and anybody who had the misfortune to have to deal with him. I personally witnessed this many, many times throughout the years I worked with him.

    Just to put things in perspective, Ron had a great life here. In addition to the extra care he always received, he had the opportunity to work in a professional environment with state-of-the-art equipment that any musician would dream of. He was surrounded by beautiful facilities and a totally distraction-free environment, all to make it possible for an artist to express himself and create freely.

    He had fellow musicians that treated him with deference and consideration, despite his incompetence and offensive behavior, always extending a friendly hand when he needed help—and all because of the respect and affection we all have toward his son.

    It’s very clear to me that he saw his son’s prominence and the admiration and respect that his son inspires in others as a means to avoid working, get out of studying, and not contributing in any way from his position as a musician and a band member. I remember that he used to ask: “Do you know who I am?” every time he felt he wasn’t being treated with the respect and consideration he deserved. I can’t imagine how he deals with similar situations now that he can’t use his son’s name anymore.

    I can sadly say that while he was busy complaining about how badly he was treated, while ignoring what he was doing to the people that had to work with him, I am actually glad he is not here anymore. Without him poisoning the area with his enmity, malcontent, crude and obscene manners, and violent behavior, the atmosphere is way lighter, calmer, more productive and distraction-free.

    And now he has written a book about his life, positioning himself as the father of the Church’s leader, someone who knew the most intimate data and all the inside activities of Church management. When I heard this, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing–and I mean laughing really hard, despite the implications I can clearly see behind this outrageous assertion. If it weren’t so sick, it would be utterly ludicrous.

    Ron had no idea what was going on in Church management. His only relationship with Mr. David Miscavige was that of a family member. I worked with Ron so I know what I am saying. I don’t understand why Ron doesn’t write about his true experience in the Church instead of dreaming up things that can be easily exposed as lies? Probably because no one would read it. Who cares about Ron Miscavige? No one. But once again, he is using his son’s name. The only interest anyone has is in his son and Ron is exploiting his son’s name with lies. No father could be more revolting.

    I can’t believe he keeps portraying himself as “the inside man” that “knows” everything that was going on in the Church! He had no say to any decision—important or trivial, and that’s because he was not on any management line whatsoever. My point is that it’s so delusional and so easy to expose as a lie, I can’t believe he truly thinks he can get away with this.

    Actually, I am sick of him. I was happy when he was gone even though he left without saying anything to any of us. My life got much better after he left. And now this? At what point does he stop his bullying? He has never had any intention to help others in any way. His priority is, and always will be himself, and if in the process of trying to get what he wants he hurts someone or many people, “why is that such a big deal?” That’s Ron’s motto.

    Per what I can see, his decision to write this book is just that, an attempt to hurt the very people that have always tried to help him, all out of some sick feeling of revenge for wrongs that only happened in his head.

    I hope you will take into account my view and my testimony, as publishing his book will only forward his lies and his sick intention to hurt others.

    Thank you for your time in reading this. 

    Sincerely,

    Gabriella Saccomanno
    Keyboardist