Jenny Good is a Scientologist and professional writer. She was born in California, raised in Utah and now lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three children.
Few organizations endure beyond their founder. Thanks to Mr. Miscavige, Scientology is one of them. That is no small feat. It’s a gift, and a responsibility, carried with unwavering dedication.
Two things happened today that prompted this blog. 1. My Mormon neighbors invited me to a Christmas service. Of course I accepted the invitation. 2. And an article came out claiming that the Mormons have squirreled away some 100 billion dollars for charitable purposes. And holy moly good on them.
You are an actor with some serious clout. You can open a movie, your co-stars cannot. You can force a re-write, a script revision, a slight edit because producers and studios want to make you happy. You make them money. You are a bankable star.
So November is right around the corner and with it… one of my least favorites days… the annual Kick a Ginger Day. Now, let’s just establish this right up front: no one kicks me and gets away with it. I’m a redhead after all and I’m done taking crap over the color of my hair.
I honestly don’t know how she does it. It takes commitment to be on call the way she is. It takes commitment to travel away from the warmth and comfort of her own home to a place where hurricanes have uprooted families and lives.
We as Scientologists have worked hard to demonstrate our values to the world. We help. We are first responders to world disasters. We are mothers and fathers, neighbors and tutors. Nice people, moral people. We have faces and names. We have rights. And one of them is the right to practice our religion.
I took a survey yesterday about my recent experience in the hospital. I was there for a C-section for my third baby. One of the questions gave me startled pause. She asked me if I experienced any kind of discrimination for my race or culture. As a white-bread American, definitely not.
I don’t know Leah. I didn’t know Leah. I have no interest in ever knowing Leah. But we share many connections, and friends, or rather I know many of her former friends. I say former because they have—as you may have suspected—cut ties with her. Now, let’s talk about friendship.