Re: LRH in Asia
[02 Feb 1998]

LRH is not a person. LRH is above that. He is to be air-brushed and praised and adored to the point that finally you throw up from the amount of sugar that goes down with the crap that goes with it.

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From: writer@eskimo.com (Robert Vaughn Young)
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Subject: Re: LRH in Asia
Date: 2 Feb 1998 21:41:28 GMT
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Tilman Hausherr (tilman@berlin.snafu.de) wrote:
: "The problem with China is that there are too many Chinks"

: L. Ron Hubbard in his diary

I am one of the few people who saw this in LRH's handwriting, in the
"diary" he kept. I'd like to comment on it and put it into perspective a
bit more.

I was able to see the material when I took over what are sometimes called
the "Armstrong Archives" in late 1981.

I don't recall the year that he made the China trip but he was a very
young lad. He had gone to Guam with his mother to vist his father who was
based (as a US Naval officer) on the Pacific island. The family traveled
to China and this is when the young L. Ron Hubbard made his much-noted
excursions. Since then, he made various claims about how he was involved
in serious philosophical studies of Eastern cultures but he was nothing
more than a young lad, on a trip with his folks.

But LRH was - and I will give him credit for this - a writer. He loved to
write. He had a ledger book that some might know. It was perhaps 14 inches
high and 9 inches wide and had a green cloth cover. It was intended as a
financial ledger but it was sturdy enough to be carried about and the
yougn LRH used it for notes, story ideas, diary entries and some actual
fiction writings (a few pages of a scene). These fiction writings were
always of the "pulp" variety: dramatic, with a heroine, bandits or some
threatening situation. Even as a young teen, he was showing promise as a
good hack pulp writer.

This particular diary (for want of a better word) contained his
observations about China and there is not one shred of philosophy. They
were the writings of a young teen and if they are taken as that, they are
humorous and benign. For example, he likened the Great Wall to a roller
coaster. He said the chanting of the monks sounded like bull frogs.

These comments were not made inside of longer writings. They were
stand-alones. The quote that Tilman cites was all by itself. That was how
the young LRH was writing. A few lines down would come another remark,
perhaps how he was stricken that there were camels on the streets of
Shanghai.

He saved his words/writing for the fiction or for when he was finally
saling again. He loved the sea and when he took to the sea, his writing
began to flow again. I think the name of the ship he left on was the "Gold
Star" and his remarks on leaving were moving, about how he loved the sound
of the engines and the swell of the sea. It was clearly the writings of a
young man in love with the sea. When he was on land, he was unhappy and
his writing was terse, short blurbs such as the above.

The idea that he was traveling about China to gather ideas is completely
ridiculous. There was nothing I saw in the two volumes that supported any
of it. But there was much to the contrary that was fully consistent with a
young teen enjoying a foreign culture as only young, irreverent kids can
be.

But LRH didn't want to be seen that way. He wanted the world to think that
every moment of his life was spent in some high philosophical pursuit.
Why? Beats me! You'll see it in all of the writings about him. Me, I
thought it was great that he was an irreverent kid who likened the Great
Wall to a roller coaster. It made him human. It made him a kid of the
time. But that is not allowed. LRH is not a person. LRH is above that. He
is to be air-brushed and praised and adored to the point that finally you
throw up from the amount of sugar that goes down with the crap that goes
with it.


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