All of them, those in power, and those who want the power, would pamper us, if we agreed to overlook their crookedness by wilfully restricting our activities.
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THE WHOLE idea of moral obligation and responsibility for one's fellow man, as well as responsibility to oneself, fills up a great deal of Boyd's conversation. He speaks of co-workers as if they were close relatives, not just contractual partners.
"I was a guest on one of those New York radio panel shows and they were talking about Judy Garland," he says, "one fellow, I won't mention his name it's so sickening, was carrying on about how she was a no-talent, a faggot hero. It's disgusting what some people will say in public."
In an attempt to find his own mind amidst such goings-on, Boyd has turned to scientology, a voguish new faith whose speakers turn up regularly on college campuses to lecture for $2.50 a throw.
"I don't think anything should be suspect because it costs money," he says. He calls scientology "a process used to make you capable of learning."
"Scientology is nothing. It means only what you want it to. It is not a church that you go to to pray, but a church that you go to to learn. It is no good unless you apply it. It is the application."
Basically, scientologists meditate, usually in the presence of a spiritual supervisor, teaching themselves to be open in order to learn. One who has truly opened himself can be elevated to the position of Clear. Stephen Boyd has elevated himself to OC 6, a position beneath that of Clear. It took him nine months.
They gave my part to a fellow named Richard Burton. They even gave him my costume, and to this day, every time he ssees me, he says 'Jesus, you've got big feet!' "
"He doesn't even mention my chest," Stephen Boyd says, with that serene scientologist's smile.