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Part 7: Frame-up: The Big Grand JuryNot surprisingly, I was petrified when I went off to the Grand Jury. My lawyers and I still had no idea what the evidence was, although we pretty much thought it had been my typewriter that had been used. [Addendum 97: for the bomb threats the Scientology PR director in New York claimed to have received].That whole afternoon, [addendum 97: at the Grand Jury] I tried desperately hard to answer every question as truthfully as I could, foolishly believing that if I did that, any idiot could see that I was innocent. (I also foolishly believed I couldn't be indicted for perjury if I told the truth). It was the first time I saw the actual letters themselves (the previous evening had been a photocopy) and had never seen that type of airmail stationery before (and wondered also why air mail stationery had been used to mail a letter from one place in New York to another) [1] I kept being asked if I had seen the stationery (no), touched it (no) typed it (no) had any idea who wrote it (Meisler), etc. I answered all questions truthfully for hours and never took the 5th. But I knew I was in trouble nonetheless when Gordon [addendum 97: the Assistant U.S. Prosecutor on this case] asked later for my social security number, whether I was on drugs, whether I understood what was going on, etc. Then he leaned forward and asked something like "well then, could you explain how your fingerprint got on the second letter?" I almost collapsed. I felt like a grand piano collapsed on my head and the room actually turned upside down (I sort of fainted sitting up). Still, I kept my external composure but was so totally unprepared for this, that I really had no explanation. (Although I wished later that I had said that a fingerprint on a piece of paper is not like a fingerprint on a piano at the scene of a crime. A piece of paper can be moved around, and fingerprints obtained before someone writes something on it.) Instead, I began to express my suspicions about Nibs [addendum 97: L Ron Hubbard, Jr., with whom I had spent a month working on some writing about six months earlier] and explained how he had access to my apartment. That evening, I was greatly relieved, despite the disaster of the day, convinced that since I so obviously told the truth, all would be OK. Thus, I was horrified and petrified the next day when Gordon told Jay [addendum 97: my main lawyer] that he thought I was lying and I was going to be indicted for perjury as well as for sending the two bomb threats. Gordon also offered to drop the whole case however if I would go back in to the Grand Jury and change my testimony, and he promised that everything would be sealed and secret forever. [2] Footnotes
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