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Greta and Me Part 4

GRETA AND ME – Part Four

Greta made her vaunted move in the middle of August 1990 by filing an 11-page motion that would force the D.C. U.S. Attorney’s office to release the names of my clientele, which had been seized by the Secret Service via search warrants, but Strasser stonewalled her motion. He refused to release my client lists, because “he fears intimidation of government witnesses due to the embarrassing nature of the case.” The government had been the primary intimidator of my clientele, so I found Strasser’s rationale for quashing Greta’s motion to be extremely ironic. If the government was unwilling to release the names of my clientele, Greta put forth an alternative motion that would prohibit prosecutors from entering the seized items into evidence for the trial.

In early October, Judge Greene ruled on Greta’s motions. He released the documentation to Greta, but he banned its public disclosure. After the ruling, Greta started to undergo a metamorphosis. She eventually advised me to start cooperating with the government. I found her change in strategy to be perplexing. I’ve since wondered if Greta’s maneuver to publicly expose my clientele had been her one-trick pony or if she had sub rosa motivations. By that time, however, I was utterly spent because of the government’s terrorizing of my family and me, and I obsequiously complied with her counsel. If she had recommended that I jump off the Empire State Building, I would’ve booked the next flight to New York and taken the leap.

I ultimately pled guilty to conspiring to violate the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act and credit card fraud, and I agreed to “cooperate” with the government. Although those two counts carried a maximum aggregate sentence of 25 years, Greta assured me that my cooperation would result in a “downward departure” from the sentencing guidelines and probation was the likely outcome.

My cooperation entailed a series of debriefings in December of 1990 at the Secret Service’s D.C. headquarters. Several men sat around a conference table as I was debriefed. I was told that they were affiliated with the D.C. Metro Police, U.S. Postal Service, and the Internal Revenue Service, even though my intuition is that they most likely provided false affiliations. As I reflect on my debriefings in retrospect, I find it astonishing that Greta, acting as my attorney, didn’t accompany me to a single debriefing. At the time, however, I was very naïve, and I was merely following directions to avoid imprisonment.

After my “debriefings,” I met with Greta approximately once a week. Our discussions gradually began to transcend my legal predicament, and we started to talk about various aspects of our personal lives. Greta eventually told me that she was a Scientologist. I had never met a Scientologist before, so I was both surprised and intrigued by her disclosures about Scientology. At Greta’s behest, I found myself on an Oklahoma-bound flight to Scientology’s Narconon rehab in early 1991. Scientology’s Narconon rehab was located near Newkirk, Oklahoma. Although I’ve never suffered from chemically dependency, I had a well-founded distrust of the government’s intent. So I hoped that graduating from Scientology’s Narconon program would demonstrate to Judge Greene that I had made an assiduous effort to turn around my life, and I would receive leniency from him even if the government reneged on its proposed agreement with me.

I was on the plains of Oklahoma for approximately seven months, and Narcanon ultimately turned out to be a Scientology boot camp, which started to thoroughly brain wash me. I’ll admit that my brain needed a little washing, but I liken Scientology to very high-powered bleach. (My sojourn through Scientology will be addressed in a separate blog.)