Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

it reminded him of something to do with the service. It was the colour that disturbed him. He said,
"I'm paying you a very good salary - I think you can afford to throw away that jacket."
Second interview - Los Angeles, 21 Aug 86
Notes from Barbara's journal:
Sept 12. 1950: "Mrs Hubbard arrived in town today unexpectedly and moved into our apartment with
the baby. I keep thinking of Ron's and my first night together and how he puts his hands on my
shoulders and led me into the bedroom and, opening a door, uttered softly, "This is your closet",
and steered me to the vanity unit, "This is your dressing table", then to the bathroom, "This is your
toothbrush"."
Then after hearing of Mrs H's arrival the inconspicuous but decisive arrival on my desk at the
Foundation of my perfume replaced in its blue velvet box and my toothbrush carefully snapped into
its plastic case. Even in the office while she was there at the Foundation he came to my desk and
whispered, "I miss you." He called her Bitchy and looks at her like a little boy who has been in the
cookie jar. He actually had the audacity to invite me to dinner with them. He kept barbing her.
Sept 18: "Not a word from him all weekend. Coolness in the office, almost rudeness." Hired $40 a
week receptionist - she bought cage for parakeet on basis of first pay cheque, then Ron didn't want
her and had her fired.
Oct 15: Train to San Francisco on 20 Sept for a speaking engagement. He had sent an advance
man up. There was a ruddy faced guy hired as an advance man to set up arrangements for a
lecture in SF. "Wife kissed him at the station. At first mutually ill at ease and strained. He was
drinking a lot in the club car." In SF he went to a barbecue party at attorney's; his wife made a pass
at Ron in the kitchen and he reciprocated. We had separate rooms - he wanted her to come down,
she refused, and his response was sudden and violent, very paranoid. He lost his temper. He said,
"They're all against me."
"I see him now as vain, arrogant and self centred and unable to tolerate any frustration," I noted.
Then I felt sorry for him. I called and said I would be coming down. There was a scene in the
bedroom - I said how hurt I had been; he laughed and said why didn't he have the right to kiss
host's wife? He was unbelievably nasty and cool.
Things were better in Oakland. He took a penthouse apartment - I was with him constantly and he
fell in love with me a little again and I felt closer to him than ever. He drank excessively and talked in
proportion to his intake. He told grotesque tales about his family mostly and his hatred of his
mother, who he said was a lesbian and a whore. He was fond of his grandfather, a heavy drinker
who played a fiddle with the head of a negro carved in the handle. His father was a sailor - a radio
man who sent out communications on the ship, who got on the Kansas City Star. He suspected his
father was illegitimate. His mother had been thrown on charity when the baby was born. Tilden
Nebraska was ranch of mother's family. "He is a deeply unhappy man. Said the only thing he has
had to show affection on for the last few years has been a calico cat, before he met me." Although
he was married to Sara at the time, "He buried his head in my neck in one of his deep drunk
periods of depression and dreamed of empire, to rule by idea, he did own the world. One only had
to believe that he did and he did. But he did not want to own the world any more, he said, he was
not especially elated about his success."