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The Jane Doe victim statements at Danny Masterson’s sentencing: The transcript

[Listen well, Danny]

On the day of Thursday’s sentencing, we couldn’t be in Los Angeles, but we had several correspondents letting us know what was going on, including one who took detailed notes.

We were most curious, of course, about the victim statements made by the three Jane Does, and our correspondent did their best to keep up. But that was just a close approximation, and we wanted to get a more exact record of these important statements.

Now, we’ve obtained a court transcript of the hearing, so we can give you those more accurate versions of what was said. We include all three Jane Doe statements, as well as Judge Olmedo’s own comments before she sentenced Masterson to 30 years to life in prison.

And brace yourself. These statements are devastating.

JANE DOE 3, read by Deputy DA Ariel Anson


Dear Honorable Judge Olmedo, before I begin, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me the freedom of choice to use my voice today.

You will never know how much this means to me, and my hope is that it helps me in my healing. Thank you, your Honor.

I understand that, for many, it’s difficult to believe that anyone would stay in a relationship like the one I was in with Danny Masterson. That difficulty was at the forefront of my mind when I spoke to detectives, it was at the forefront of my mind when I spoke to the prosecutors, and it’s at the forefront of my mind as I stand here today.

How can I tell anyone that had I gotten myself into a situation where I was regularly mentally and emotionally abused and raped repeatedly. That’s partly why I focused on the one rape that I reported to Scientology.

Certainly, I answered every question that was asked of me by the detectives to the best of my ability. However, there was one question that I wished I had been asked that I never was, one question that perhaps would make people understand. And the question I needed someone, anyone, to ask me was: Why did you hide from Danny Masterson for over two hours in your roommate’s bedroom the day after he came to your house party? Because there was a reason, and Mr. Masterson knows that reason. He always has.

And I know the reason for why I ultimately ignored my intuition and forced myself to view what he did to me not actually as it was. Because Mr. Masterson was very charming, so charming. In fact, he convinced my roommates that, perhaps, what he had done to me the night before wasn’t so bad.

After he left, after waiting the two hours while I hid, my roommates told me: How sweet is he? How romantic is it that this poor guy waited for you for over two hours? Who does this? Give him a chance. Apologize to him.

And so I abandoned my intuition and did just that. When he called me, I apologized to him and accepted a date. Two weeks later, I moved in with him.

I was ordered to no longer be friends with my roommates and my friend who was present that night, the night he first sexually assaulted me. The very act that made me fear him and hide, the very thing that I forced myself to view not as it actually was. For now I saw him as someone who loved me, someone I trusted, someone I quickly loved back.

I entered that relationship an 18-year-old girl with very little life experience. I was extremely naïve and trusting. I entered that relationship with friends, family, a career, money, and dreams. Within a short period, I was stripped of every friend I knew, my family, my job and a belief that my dreams could never be realized because I trusted him.

I believed him when he called me stupid, untalented, embarrassing trash. I believed him, but I never stopped trying to make him proud of me. I never stopped trying to think of ways to earn his kindness. When he was kind to me, it gave me hope. It gave me promise that maybe if I can just endure what I cannot forgive now that maybe he could return to the person he showed me at the beginning of our relationship.

I now know that was his game, the cycle of abuse. He’d hurt me. He’d ignore me. I’d grovel at his feet apologizing to him for what he did to hurt me, then he’d show me kindness.

It’s incredibly difficult for me to talk about the trauma and abuse I’ve experienced in my life. I have realized through the last few years that the reason is Danny Masterson.

Early on in our relationship, Mr. Masterson would ask me about certain traumatic things that happened to me. He wanted all the details. In Scientology, it’s called finding a person’s ruin.


Mr. Masterson wanted to know anything and everything that I believed had ever ruined me. Later, once I got good and trapped, he would re-enact those traumatic experiences on me.

To speak of the impact of the rape for me is viewing my body as a crime scene my entire life and never being ale to call out for help out of fear and shame and not wanting people to see me the way I see me: Broken, deformed.

When you’re raped, it’s not your surface that’s the most defiled. It damages you on a cellular level. I honestly still don’t even have the words to properly describe what being raped does to you. I just know the symptoms. I’ve suffered insomnia. I would oftentimes stay awake for 24-hour periods. I hate the dark.

I cannot sleep next to anyone, not even my husband, my sweet husband. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a good and decent and gentle man, always patient and never questioning. He’s never, in 14 years of marriage, ever made me think he would harm me in any way. Yet, I cannot sleep in bed next to him.

I harm myself in my sleep. I regularly wake up with deep bruises and scratches on my hands and arms. In 2017, I punched a hole in the wall behind my bed during my sleep. I’m always fighting monsters. In 2016, after finding out I wasn’t the only victim, I had my first panic attack. I went to the emergency room because I thought I was dying.

I remember forcing them to run all these tests. The doctor came back and told me this is one of the worst panic attacks he had ever witnessed. He told me I needed to take a pill. I remember sitting there on oxygen and still not being able to breathe with my heart beating out of my chest. And I told the doctor that I couldn’t take psychiatric medication because Scientology believed psychiatry is the root cause of all evil.

The doctor told me I had to take the pill. I took it, and 20 minutes later my symptoms went away. I could breathe. I wasn’t having a heart attack. I wasn’t dying. I had my first panic attack.

After reporting Mr. Masterson to law enforcement, me and my family started being Fair Gamed by Scientology just as they had threatened they would back in 2002.

I had been diagnosed with PTSD, general anxiety and panic disorder. I have also developed severe trichotillomania. I haven’t been diagnosed agoraphobic, but I can count on two hands the amount of times I’ve left my home in the last few years.

I have physical health issues. I throw up. I started getting blinding migraines accompanied by visual auras. I go through phases where I have severe body pains like my nerves and part of my body are on fire.

This and so much more is the life sentence Mr. Masterson and Scientology have given me.


Hello, my name is Niesha Trout.

Thank you, your honor for giving me the opportunity to be heard here today. I am deeply appreciative for the privilege.


I struggled in writing this for a lot of reasons. Mainly, it makes me feel exhibited in ways I am loathe to, but also because I didn’t want to have this public account of my private and abject pain be mistaken for concerning myself on any level with what my rapist or the adamantly lying defense things or feels about what’s happened to me, because I don’t.

I say all of this for myself, for my family, for my dearest friends, for my sister survivors and for all of Danny’s victims who were not heard and for any rape or sexual assault victim anywhere who finds some kinship in my story, no matter how slight. No one is alone.

Danny, the day you were convicted, my mom came over to take me to dinner in a part of the town, a little part of town where I’ve lived for two decades that has often felt a little dangerous for me, a part of the town that you and your army hold as a kind of territory.

I hadn’t really felt allowed to be over there without some amount of vigilance. And as we ate our food, I quietly began to feel lighter. I started to feel soft. I told my mom, “Something has shifted. Something I’ve been so used to carrying was falling away or hissing slowly out of me like air from a tire.”

I described that old, bad feeling as a dense cube or jagged stone of fear and shame lodged inside my chest that turned on a terrible axis in me that snagged persistently at my life force. Now, all at once, this stone was leaving me.

I didn’t entirely understand it at the time. But that stone was you, Danny. Now. just to walk around town freely that I’ve lived in for years without the lingering anxiety of seeing you or your minions meant I was no longer in your proxy, that I don’t have to carry your shame around with me anymore.

And now, you have to carry it. You have to sit in a cell and hold it. It was always your shame anyway, Danny. Now you will come to see how heavy it is.

Without it, I might have the possibility of healing, but healing is not some linear, simple thing. The lasting effects of rape are pernicious as they hack silently away at the daily efforts one tried to make toward a life with meaning.

Do not confuse it. Even though it was so long ago, what you did to me by emotionally, mentally, and physically injuring me in this brutal manner still reverberates and lives on in my body as corporeal pain. The body is a relentless witness. I still have to contend with what you did to me that night, to take a life’s worth of therapy of repair because every time I think I’m OK, that rape comes back to throw that night around me, around in me as actual physical pain to say Hi, Niesha, you’re not done with me yet.

Still, for 13 years I was resigned and outright to deny to myself, blame myself or try and forget it and move on but always sure to never seek justice.

I knew seeking it came with its own dire consequences by both society and especially by your enabler and protector Scientology, of which I had ben a brainwashed member for seven years at the time of the sexual assault.

Scientology, who knew you had been raping its members but made concerted efforts to not only punish your victims for being assaulted by you but to cover up all the rapes leading to even more victims made by you.

In late 2016, a year before the MeToo movement ever began and more than a decade of having been out of the cult, I found out, for the first time, there were other victims of yours, something that had never once occurred to me.

And I was horrified, enraged and then I could not let it go. I could not sit with this secret and tough it out, knowing you’d strike again, knowing the danger women were in and that many others needed justice too. In my heart, I had no choice but to come forward.


And because of already having been threatened with Scientology’s strict policies against reporting members to law enforcement and deliberately being shown their extensive policies in exacting ruinous punishment on defectors who speak out against its prized members, I decided to report my rape to law enforcement anyway, with the full understanding that my life could be demolished again in a new way for doing so.

Like clockwork, since the week I came forward to police, I have been terrorized, harassed and had my privacy invaded daily by the cult of Scientology for almost seven years now. But I don’t regret it.

Being a truthful, sturdy person is its own reward. You wouldn’t know. When you raped me, you stole from me. That is what rape is. A theft of the spirit.

You disfigured my life. You stole some crucial pieces of my self-worth and lessened my capacity for joy. You made every part of me turn on myself, worst of all, for so many years afterwards.

The rape deformed my capacity to trust others and warped my ability to discern danger or goodness appropriately since life was now in the more active prison of hatred, shame and fear you forced into me that night.

And you were someone in my community who I peripherally knew that my close friends vouched for. Danny is a great guy, they said.

This stolen trust part is the most crippling because now my internal gauge was broken. Whatever condition it was in before, you broke it completely. Think of trust like a gas tank light in a car. Mine doesn’t work at all now.

After the rape, I get into my life and start moving, but I couldn’t tell what was going on in my interactions in terms of security or distance. I didn’t know how far to protect myself. So I over- or underdid it to the point of it breaking down all the time.

That made life, which is, at its core, about connection of all kinds, untenable. Try, if you’re brave enough at all, to truly see the scope of what you’ve done.

See how it fractures a life. See it. Own it. I can assure you, that where you’re going all of your mechanisms for safety will be firing off at all times.

When you raped me, you stole my ability to create any sort of real stability in my life in innumerable ways for well over a decade, Danny. My relationships with boyfriends, family, friends were increasingly fraught and suffered from the distortion this event made of me. I had to go into such denial to survive it. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me.

I became increasingly vexed and unstable. My promising acting career, which had been ascending nicely at the time, nosedived within a couple months after the rape. My career never recovered and ended shortly thereafter.

My life became cut with an invisible tension that made no sense to anyone around me. No one and nowhere felt safe. In hurting me this way, you also hurt the people who love me because everything is delicately connected.

But you will likely never have the courage it takes to see how your actions affect other people. Your heinous attack on me snuck its way through my body and my experiences, so stealthily high-jacking the life I was building diligently for myself.


I have severe PTSD, reoccurring panic attacks and waves of debilitating depression. It’s true, I did have anxiety and insecurities before the rape. But I was still thriving, working and existing with a sense of normality. After you raped me, I stopped living and was in full-blown survival mode 24/7.

It is worth noting since I know you take pride in hurting women, you never took my integrity. Nothing and no one ever could.

Hear me, or don’t, when I say: You did this to me and all of your victims intentionally. You wanted my light. You steal women’s radiance. You treated us like we were less than trash, beneath you. But deep down, you coveted precisely those beautiful things in us that you could not find in yourself.

That is why you try to destroy women’s lives with such ferocity and delight. There is no other reason. You do it to fill the gaping abyss within you. Your affliction isn’t interesting. Slap any label on it you want. Your emptiness and cowardice will be your true legacy.

The way rape and many other traumas take shape in human beings, years later, is in the body again or eventually. The mind refuses, but the body knows all. I have severe fibromyalgia that flares up whenever it pleases.

For years, my muscles turn on fiery aching that can last days, weeks or months at a time. More recently an entire year worth of pain was so potent in my legs I could not walk.

Since the rape, my intimacy with men was often riddled with issues and actual, acute stabbing pain that can suddenly reappear from that night by you.

This is a common issue for rape and sexual assault survivors, psychosomatic pain. That part is by design. That is what you wanted me to feel as you pounded away despite my pleading, like I was subhuman.

It only makes perfect sense that you named yourself “DJ Donkey Punch.” A sex slang term that implies vicious assault as well as a deadly act of rape. You relish in hurting women. It is your addiction.

It is, without question, your favorite thing to do. You lived your life behind a mask as two people, but the real one sits here now for its reckoning. You are pathetic, disturbed and extremely violent and the world is safer with you in prison.

I know you refuse to admit it to yourself, but I am a human being. I absolutely see you as human, Danny. Just missing the compassion or innate decency or any decency.

I’d never want you to be raped or attacked in any way where you’re headed now. I wouldn’t wish rape on my worst enemy. I only wish for the impossible, for you to see yourself with searing clarity, to see all of your actions and sit there with the unassailable deafening truth for as long as it takes to rehabilitate.

I close now to say I have not in any way ruined your life, nor did I put you in prison. None of the incredibly brave, beautiful, strong women you raped who testified here put you in prison. You, all by yourself, made all of the craven, abominable choices that put you squarely in this seat.

It never once dawned on you that you’d be held accountable. You’ve glided easily through your life as a depraved criminal without consequence for so long that you thought, not only the law didn’t apply to you but the karma had no eye on you either.


You move in smugness and spite while the spirit of life itself watches you. You live and breathe without humility or tenderness in the gift of your life that God gave you, that God gives us all.

Life is precious and fragile. Find your heart. Earn something. Read books. Listen to the brightness of nothing and get well. I forgive you. Your sickness is no longer my burden to bear.


Good morning, your honor. Thank you for giving us this time today. Thank you for letting me read this and allowing me to hear from my fellow survivors.

Twenty years. I was raped 20 years ago on my father’s 55th birthday, April 25th, 2003. I love my father very much, and I still recall the last time I spoke to him and what he said.

It was August 13th, 2010, my birthday. And he called to wish me happy birthday, and the last thing we said to each other was, “I love you.”

He passed away that weekend. I also recall the last time I heard from my mother and what her last words to me were.

It was February 2020. She texted me and told me to never contact her again. She had warned me ahead of time she wanted to see Danny Masterson brought to justice for raping me but not at the expense of her religion — their religion, Scientology.

She explained clearly in texts that she was coordinating with her Scientology handlers and their legal department and she would happily cooperate and testify here in this court, but Scientology was not to be dragged into it.

She had firm rules, and I had to choose between cooperating fully with law enforcement and the courts or shielding Scientology and keeping my mother in my life.

To my knowledge, my mom is still alive but not in my life because the defendant raped me and I reported him to the police. That is strictly forbidden in Scientology. It is considered a high crime.

And this past nearly seven years after my case was reopened from my 2004 original police report, I fully cooperated in the investigations of the multiple rapes and victims that he was ultimately charged and convicted for.

I have a letter of my mother’s where she wrote to the leader of the Church of Scientology, David Miscavige, and demanded justice for me. Even if it was just the Scientology version of it, a different version of justice.

I sometimes read what she wrote back then while I was still in the good graces of Scientology, back when I mattered. She loved me then, I think. She seemed to care what happened to her daughter. I read it sometimes on Mother’s Day or times just to remember how it felt to have a mom.


I didn’t choose to be born into Scientology and their rules, just as I didn’t choose to be raped by Danny Masterson.

I’m going to read a portion later for a different reason. Unlike the defense’s attempt to have my case dismissed before the trial based on a letter filed in this court from one of Danny’s best friends, a letter that was not signed, was utterly unverifiable, that man had passed away nearly 20 years ago.

This letter that I read — that I will read later was forensically authenticated along with the metadata showing that my mother had written it from her login. This letter was verified as authored and unaltered since March of 2004 when it was written and sent to David Miscavige.

I know this letter was written by her as she showed it to me after she sent it in 2004 so I wouldn’t get in trouble with Scientology for helping her to write it.

I became acquainted with the defendant, Mr. Masterson, through the church that we were both members of, Scientology. I was born into it, and Mr. Masterson and I were what is commonly referred to as second generation Scientologists.

Our families know one another. We attended parties, barbecues at his parents’ house or my parents’ house or his home. We shared mutual friends, many of whom I had to walk by in the hall not just today but at every attempted arraignment, every day of trial.

I’m not going to speak to their behavior. I understand the code in Scientology. I understand the devotion that this celebrity, as he was, can garner in that religion.

We both went to Scientology schools as kids. It was the only community I knew my whole life until I was raped by Mr. Masterson. April 24th, 2003, I worked half a day, picked up my daughter from her school carpool, dropped her off at my parents’ house.

I then packed an overnight bag and went to my friend Brie Shaffer’s house. She was Mr. Masterson’s assistant and also a Scientologist. I got to Brie’s house around 5:00. And sometime after midnight, so April 25th officially, I would end up being raped by her boss.

After being drugged and raped and then waking up, I got dressed. I still don’t recall what I wore out the door, Mr. Cohen. But I do know one thing you didn’t ask me. I never could find my underwear. I know this because when I got home, I didn’t have any on.

And I remember being upset and embarrassed about the idea that my underwear were somewhere at Danny’s house. At some point, I recall making it downstairs that day to the exit of his house to that front patio.

I saw Luke Watson, Danny’s best friend. Luke ordered me to report straight to the Scientology Celebrity Centre International, to Susan. She was both the president of the Celebrity Centre and Luke Watson’s mother. Luke told me that Danny had been to CC that morning. They were expecting me.

Luke wouldn’t speak or help me, even as I begged him. He just kept repeating the demand that I report to the president’s office. I did not comply and, instead, rushed to where I had left my car at Brie’s and then to my parents’ house as fast as I could.

That’s all I could think about. That was my home. I was safe there. My parents were probably very worried. I should have been home hours before.


I remember getting home sometime in the afternoon of April 25th, my dad’s birthday. We had out big annual family trip to celebrate him. That was our tradition, and that entailed my parents flying about 12 of us to Florida to spend the week of his birthday at his favorite hotel.

I recall getting home after Danny’s house and slumping into the first chair I encountered. I was home. I wanted to be safe. I was in a daze. I stared into space for a long time. My mother was in a frenzy. There were about a dozen people, mostly family, coming in and out of the house. I just stared into space.

I managed to get to the airport with my family that night and make our flight. That was a painful five hours as I sat on the plane, my hair still smelling of vomit. And the smell of vomit can remind me of it to this day.

I guess Dany hadn’t been very thorough when he attempted to shower the vomit off of me before raping me. I never even packed my bag for that week-long vacation. And, instead, I wore my mother’s clothes all that week.

Yes, that was her bathing suit I was wearing in the photos that the defense blew up and paraded in front of the jury saying, look at this girl in the bikini with the drink in her hands, smiling. Clearly, she wanted it. Clearly, she is a party girl. Clearly, she wasn’t raped.

Well, in fact, that girl in that photo was wearing her mother’s borrowe bathing suit, drinking an iced coffee and wondering how she was going to hide the fact that she was just raped from her family, that she was just raped by a fellow member of Scientology, the church who proclaims its members to be the most ethical people on the planet.

When we returned back to Los Angeles a week later, I reported what Danny did to me to my church, just as their strict policies demanded and I was trained to do. And I followed this kind of rules and policies my whole life. There are consequences when you don’t.

I reported to a man named Julian. It was very intimidating. He is tall. He sometimes walked around the building with a stick in his hand, and he seemed to take pleasure of reminding me and others why he was allowed to have it and what he was permitted to do with it.

This was the man who decided what I could write or not write and made it very clear Danny was untouchable. And, again, don’t say rape. This man had the power in Scientology. He held the power to expel me, to excommunicate me should he find fit. He made my life hell from that day on. Danny was a celebrity and, therefore, heavily protected from Scientology.

I spent the year following the policies of Scientology and went through everything Danny demanded and our church enforced. A year later and tens of thousands of dollars from my bank accounts paid to Scientology for dozens of hours of interrogations performed by the staff of Scientology.

Then one day in May 2004 — and I’m only, I’m not going to say specifics — I’ll say I was told about a girl named Lily, and it shook me to my core. And I had to say her name because that’s what I was told, and that’s when I decided to take a stop that would destroy my life.

I knew Danny wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. So I reported my rape to LAPD in June of 2004. But before that, there was a meeting I was to attend with my rapist.

As Danny demanded in April 2004, I was forced by Scientology executive Kirsten Caetano to sit across from him in a meeting at a conference table where he claimed he would apologize and make a promise to never repeat such a crime on any woman if he would just hear me describe in detail how awful and violent the assault had been for me.

I naively believed in the possibility of redemption, and I agreed to speak about the whole ordeal. However, it soon became clear this wasn’t real. The defendant, along with his friend Luke Watson, turned the meeting into a mockery.


They laughed and treated the situation as a big joke, showing no genuine remorse with no intention to change. It was heart-breaking, the realization that the defendant’s callousness and lack of empathy and everything I said made no difference.

What makes this situation even more distressing is the defendant’s refusal to acknowledge the gravity of his actions, not just to me but to so many. He’s not shown an ounce of remorse for the pain he caused me.

Instead, he chose to laugh at my suffering and the horrors I told him about. To compound matters, he utilized our shared faith, our community, our religion as a means to cover up his crime and silence me.

It’s deeply troubling that an institution of faith which should stand for justice and compassion was manipulated to shield a perpetrator from accountability. The second time he laughed at me in that final meeting as I was describing reaching towards the nightstand, I still remember him laughing and saying he was afraid I might knock over the lamp on his nightstand and he loved that lamp.

I told Kirsten the meeting was over. I’m sorry. Yeah. I saw, I saw the defendant when Jane Doe 2 was speaking. I looked over. I knew her pain, and I knew what she was looking at and what was looking at her.

I, I’ve, OK. I knew he belonged behind bars for the safety of all women. And I’m so sorry because, why I am so upset is that I spent a year doing what I did and I know yours was after mine. So it was really painful today but, I think, necessary. I wish I had reported him sooner to the police.

I knew he belonged behind bars for the safety of all women should they come in contact with him in an isolated setting, isolated from those who could protect them from, him isolated from those who now so easily claim they never saw that kind of behavior of the defendant.

Of course, there are many cowards who can claim they just never saw him rape anyone. Yeah, that’s generally not how sexual assault or rape works. We know that. For those of you living under a rock who might have publicly stated before this trial they hoped he’d be found innocent, let me state this: I read that, and my own daughters could read that too.

I have three daughters, but I wonder if Danny’s co-star knows that Danny Masterson had my nine-year-old daughter’s name put on an NDA and stated it forbid her to disclose anything to do with Danny or raping or assaulting her mother, me.

Yes, it was my child’s name on it, and it includes her as a party and requires her not to disclose. The reason she knew about what this monster did to her mom was the monster himself arranged for the son of one of his friends, one of his homies, one of my daughter’s classmantes to tell my daughter, to tell her, to shame her and say her mommy was a liar and Danny didn’t rape her mommy.

I still remember the day I picked her up from school and from the back seat my child asked, “Mommy, what is rape?” She was nine years old. I mentioned that in my letter to the IJC.

In September 2004, Danny had his attorney, Marty Singer, threatened me with what my daughter would read in the rag magazines at the grocery store line should I back out of signing the NDA that afternoon. How do I know it was Danny who arranged for my daughter to hear that the rape? Well, Danny came to the meeting with Kirsten from Scientology, and he opened up with admitting that what he did with my kid was just taking it too far and that the church had him put money in my daughter’s name to receive Scientology counseling to help her with her emotional upset.

I refused. He smiled when he explained that he bought the little boy’s entire box of fundraiser candy bars in exchange for that message being delivered to my child. That was like a hundred dollars.

It wasn’t easy, every step of the most recent police investigation into the crime of the past seven years. It’s been filled with attempts to silence us all, to intimidate us and even obstruct.


Danny had his attorney, Marty Singer, let me know I was in serious breach of the NDA that I was forced to enter in 20 years ago. The NDA explicity stated it had to do with rape and assault.

Not just an NDA — and all of the steps I must take to make sure Danny and his team knew if law enforcement ever came sniffing around this whole crime or if I intended to initiate recontact and I was to send a certified letter to an address to Marty Singer.

Well, I’m here today to say I did not govern myself accordingly. I went to law enforcement. I did not notify you. I have no regrets.

And about that NDA, the same man who had my nine-year-old daughter included by her full name in a rape cover-up NDA didn’t have the nerve to use his own name. Danny used an alias, “David Duncan,” a true coward and heartless monster.

Testifying in court was not easy. From day one of his appearance in September 2020, he packed the halls with his neighbors and so many of the people who covered for him.

There was a South African man who assaulted me when I was a teen training in Scientology headquarters in Florida. He came to court despite my protest, and he was aware of him. And he did what he could to intimidate and harass me.

There was the defendant’s sister in the bathroom. When I had my panic attack on the stand and I ran to the bathroom with my C.A. advocate Rosario, she was in the bathroom, but we didn’t see her feet. The room was cleared for jurors, we thought.

I pressed my face against the tiles, and I screamed into the corner of that bathroom into the white tiles, “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t do this.” I started splashing water on my face. It was pouring down my face and my hair.

And then I see one black loafer and a second come down, and the door opens. And I recognized the girl smiling at me, and Rosario looked at her and said “We have to leave” and pushed me into the hallway. Because she didn’t have the space, or grace to give me that space. With my face wet, my hair disheveled, that’s where I went.

I don’t know if this is a game to them, but this is a real court. This is not the Celebrity Centre.

I just really, I’m about to share something, and I’m really hoping you can read it. It’s the last bit to describe. I’m just not sure I want to say it out loud. I’m so sorry. OK.

The first couple of years post the attack and rape were really dark. I lost everything pretty much that I knew. I lost my religion. I lost the ability to be in contact with almost every person I had known or loved my entire life because I was deemed an enemy to the group having been declared by Scientology for reporting the rape to the LAPD.

I was given one concession. I was able to remain in contact with my parents in consideration for the millions they donated to Scientology. I had to find an apartment with little to no references. I didn’t exist outside of the Scientology world.

I had to find employment outside of the Scientology dominated industry that I worked with, my parents’ business. I worked three jobs, sometimes four at a time. I had to start my life all over at 29. And the ugly truth is, I didn’t want to live. And it seemed the world I knew didn’t want me to live.


I remember crying myself to sleep and wishing I could not wake up. That was the first time. For most of ’05 and ’06, it was a regular occurrence. I had extreme suicide ideation but too much love and concern for my daughter and parents to hurt them that way; or else I wouuld have done it, I think.

I would sob in my bed alone in my apartment and even started to pray to God, which I had never done in my life, and beg, if you are real, please don’t let me wake up. I would bawl and let the tears roll down my face and soak the pillow for hours sometimes and pass out into a deep sleep only to wake up hours sometime later, disappointed.

I really thought it would solve all the problems for everyone and my daughter could have her friends and school and life back should I pass.

I’m here to say that I overcame that, and I hope anyone who ever feels that way knows they can get help and that things do get better.

While I have not suffered from that for over 15 years, I carry other scars and I may or may not ever really get over them.

I spent the last 20 years with a super extreme fear of the dark. It can be so much of a social handicap and issue for others around me. I need a night light. I prefer all of the lights on in the house if have my druthers.

If the lights are out and I can’t see a light or a guiding light, I can wake up very disoriented. If there is no light in the room I fall asleep in, I can wake up in either fight mode or flight mode if my husband should accidentally roll over or touch me.

He knows I sometimes hide in the closet. He has to repeat, “It’s me, it’s me.” He can see my eyes when it registers finally and calm down. I can’t believe I’m saying and sharing these things, but they are what I believe needs to be considered about the true or sometimes hidden effects of forcible rapes.

These are not weekly or even regular occurrences where I hide in the closet or get disoriented, but even the dozen-plus my husband has to deal with these past many years, it’s too many.

I have another issue, and I also can’t believe I’m going to share. I just want to normalize. I can get so disoriented in this state that I will urinate in the corner of the room. I can’t shower in peace. That’s a bad place.

The shower is a place, my husband knows better than to even come into the bathroom when I shower. So he frequently draws me baths in the claw tub where I’m not triggered as it bears no resemblance to the bathroom that night. I would compare it to pool spooks, if that helps anyone understand what it’s like.

I wish I could shower with my husband, but that will likely never happen. I have panic attacks that can trigger my breathing that can become so shallow I can’t seem to get air. My husband knows to get cold on my face in the way of freezing water or cold night air if it’s not too extreme.

I have screamed out the windows of our bedroom in the middle of the night in tears, “I’m not OK, I’m not OK,” sobbing uncontrollably. I don’t even know what the neighbors think.

I have medicine that can get ahead of one of these if I take it at the early onset. My husband knows what to look for, as does my service dog.


I was once a very outgoing, trusting person. I have trust issues that are so extreme, it poses real challenges just in this investigation and the trust I needed to reach deep down and find.

I still remember one call with DDA Mueller where I will forever be ashamed of not trusting him. He was truly one of the most honorable men I have ever met. I’m sorry.

I had a list of more to share, but I don’t think I’m required to rip my soul completely open to illustrate just how much the actions of the defendant can both nearly end a life or destroy so many aspects of one’s life. And we who do survive to fight back are left shattered in a billion pieces.

I would like to, I would like to thank people who made this possible. I won’t be able to, but I wanted to say thank you to Leah Remini for lending me her full support, giving me safe passage to and from the halls.

There is so much more I won’t begin to tell everybody. I wanted to say that safe passage in something like this, and I really hope our advocates, who work in the courts, can get more support maybe and resources because it can be harrowing out there. Actually, sometimes in here.

And I had quit, I like to think I’m a fighter, but I had quit. In 2016, I think I had given up hope. Then Jane Doe 3 tweeted my name, said something and we spoke. And she got me back in the fight because there was another one.

I’d only ever heard of her. My mother has written about her in 2004, and I have a copy of that report. So to anyone who dares to say anything about this woman and what she’s shared, they can come up to me and get a copy of this report. And it is also forensically researched.

And my mother, a Scientologist in good standing, talks about Brie laughing at her being sodomized by him when she was passed out drunk. That’s January 2004.

So, sorry, Leah is not behind this.

In closing, I decided not to share my mother’s letter. I really wish I could, but I’m just, it’s not a good idea.

All I would like to say about it is, I wish I could do this. I can’t do this.

In closing, on sentencing I just wanted to say one thing. I lost my family. Our lives were destroyed. He took lives. But there is something that I think is really telling, and I agree with him as to the sentence he should face.

This is a report written by Daniel Masterson, signed, dated December 9th, 2003. In closing after he describes what he did to me that night and complained that the condoms were becoming dry, he closed with “Rape, which I am being accused of, is a felony in the State of California and in the United States, punishable for up a life sentence in prison. [Redacted] is claiming in this report, being CC’d to over a dozen people, that I have committed a felony.”

The defendant has been convicted by a jury of his peers. I think I agree with him that life is an appropriate sentence.


Thank you, that’s it.


Mr. Masterson, I know that you’re sitting here steadfast in your claims of innocence and, thus, no doubt feeling victimized by a justice system that you feel has failed you. And I’m sure you’re asking yourself how you can be convicted of each charge of a sexual incident occurring 20 years ago based on the testimony of a woman that you believe is disgruntled and has a vendetta against you.

But you were not convicted of the testimony on one person, although the testimony of one person is sufficient evidence to sustain a conviction. And you were not convicted based upon rumors, innuendo, gossip, or speculation.

You were convicted based upon the testimony and evidence that 12 people from the community found to be credible. You were convicted because the victims testified about what occurred back in 2001 and 2003.

You were convicted because each of the victims reported the rapes to someone shortly after the rapes occurred, also back in 2001 and 2003.

Jane Doe 2 told her mother and friends; thus reporting the rape. Jane Doe 1 reported the rape to Scientology officials an also wrote letters to Scientology’s International Justice Chief reporting the rape.

They also reported the rape to Los Angeles Police Department almost, approximately a year later. And Jane Doe 3 reported the rape to Scientology ethics officers and higher officials within the Scientology organization shortly after the rape.

In addition, shortly after the rape, you paid Jane Doe 1 approximatly $400,000 to keep quiet about the charged sexual incident. And while some may argue that whether you believed her story was true or not, you just didn’t want the bad publicity, she was seeking money from you, close to half a million dollars is an awful lot ot pay for the silence about an incident that you claimed never happened.

The events as relayed by the victims were similar to each other. And during the time that victims told other people about the rapes shortly after the rapes had occurred, the victims were still Scienotlogists. They had not left the organization yet.

So the argument that they only colluded with each other decades later after leaving Scientology to get money from you does not make sense in light of their earlier reporting, nor does it diminish the truth or impact of the earlier statements made at or near the time of the rapes when they had no motive to life, retaliate or gain money.

In addition to what I have just mentioned, there was further testimony and evidence presented at trial And after hearing all of the evidence, the jury from the community found you guilty of counts 1 and 2 by proof beyond a reasonable doubt.

Mr. Masterson, you are not the victim here. Your actions 20 years ago took away another person’s voice and choice. Your actions 20 years ago were criminal, and that is why you are here.

Ultimately, one way or another, you will have to come to terms with both your prior actions and the subsequent consequences. To quote Martin Luther King, quote, the ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.


As to count 1, a violation of penal code section 261 (A)(2) of the penal code, I order Mr. Masterson to be imprisoned in state prison for a term of 15 years to life.

As to count 2, also a violation of penal code section 261 (A)(2), I order Mr. Masterson to be imprisoned for a term of 15 years to life. I order the sentences to run consecutive…

The total sentence is 30 years to life with actual conduct, I’m sorry, with actual custody credit of 100 days and conduct credit of 15 days for a total credit of 115 days.


Technology Cocktail

“Every time we get up to a high roar, such as now when we’re clearing people as never before, we measure our progress by the violence of reaction in squirreldom. They come down from the trees and start looking for nuts to convince how we’re all wrong. If they weren’t paid to do it I’d be happier. The latest brainwave to greet our highest peak of helping Man is rumors of ‘PDH.’ This is Pain-DrugHypnotism as practiced by the Communists. Brainwashing, in fact. It is interesting that when the Commies fight you, they try to convince people that you’re guilty of their own overts. It is also fascinating that a Commie rumor line is international in scope. The same rumor bursts out in a dozen quarters around the world, spread by paid agents at the same time.” — L. Ron Hubbard, 1961



We first broke the news of the LAPD’s investigation of Scientology celebrity Danny Masterson on rape allegations in 2017, and we’ve been covering the story every step of the way since then. At this page we’ve collected our most important links as Danny faces a potential sentence of 45 years to life in prison. NOW WITH TRIAL INDEX.



THE PODCAST: How many have you heard?

[1] Marc Headley [2] Claire Headley [3] Jeffrey Augustine [4] Bruce Hines [5] Sunny Pereira [6] Pete Griffiths [7] Geoff Levin [8] Patty Moher [9] Marc Headley [10] Jefferson Hawkins [11] Michelle ‘Emma’ Ryan [12] Paulette Cooper [13] Jesse Prince [14] Mark Bunker [15] Jon Atack [16] Mirriam Francis [17] Bruce Hines on MSH

— SPECIAL: The best TV show on Scientology you never got to see

[1] Phil Jones [2] Derek Bloch [3] Carol Nyburg [4] Katrina Reyes [5] Jamie DeWolf

— The first Danny Masterson trial and beyond

[18] Trial special with Chris Shelton [19] Trial week one [20] Marc Headley on the spy in the hallway [21] Trial week two [22] Trial week three [23] Trial week four [24] Leah Remini on LAPD Corruption [25] Mike Rinder 2022 Thanksgiving Special [26] Jane Doe 4 (Tricia Vessey), Part One [27] Jane Doe 4 (Tricia Vessey), Part Two [28] Claire Headley on the trial [29] Tory Christman [30] Bruce Hines on spying [31] Karen de la Carriere [32] Ron Miscavige on Shelly Miscavige [33] Karen de la Carriere on the L’s [34] Mark Bunker on Miscavige hiding [35] Mark Plummer [36] Mark Ebner [37] Karen Pressley [38] Steve Cannane [39] Fredrick Brennan [40] Clarissa Adams [41] Louise Shekter [42] John Sweeney [43] Tory Christman [44] Kate Bornstein [45] Christian Stolte [46] Mark Bunker [47] Jon Atack [48] Luke Y. Thompson [49] Mark Ebner [50] Bruce Hines [51] Spanky Taylor and Karen Pressley [51] Geoff and Robbie Levin [52] Sands Hall [53] Jonny Jacobsen [54] Sandy Holeman


Source Code

“As you look over the history of Dianetics and Scientology you’ll see a cycle is in operation. We get more and more complicated, more and more complicated, more and more complicated and then suddenly we get to a new, higher level of simplicity. And then this simplicity gets complicated and more complicated and more complicated and then we get to a new, higher level of simplicity. That’s just a history of me outguessing you.” — L. Ron Hubbard, September 12, 1961


Avast, Ye Mateys

“DAVID MURDOCK McBRIDE is assigned to Div IV as deckhand. He is to be grooved in on his post by John Wilson. His buddy is Arthur Hubbard. DAVID LEE FARRELL is assigned to Division III as to be Stores In Training. He is to be grooved in by Jay Hurwitz. His buddy is Paul Preston. DEKKI LE MOATE is assigned to Org Bureau Mimeo Files to be grooved in by Mimeo I/C R. Stone. Her buddy is Liz Ausley. HUGH HARRISON is assigned to Div III, Steward. He is to be grooved in by Linda Cusworth. His buddy is Bertie van Hoecke. ROBERT WILLIAMSON is assigned to Org Bu Mimeo Files. He is to be grooved in by Mimeo I/C R. Stone. His buddy is changed to David Ziff. RON STRAUS is assigned to Mimeo Files. He is to be grooved in by Mimeo I/C R. STone. His buddy is Ens. Des Popham.” — The Commodore, September 12, 1970



Overheard in the FreeZone

“Many things have happened throughout time which have landed us here, many civilizations have crashed and been condensed, implanters are here on Earth implanting people every day. The way out is to handle Earth. Many people feel that there has to be a techno-space expansion for things to go right, but statistically on the track these civilizations are very degraded and they collapse, only ethical expansion is correct.”


Past is Prologue

1996: Worldwide protests were held last weekend outside Scientology locations, and many of the protesters posted picket reports. Here are excerpts from some of them:
Modemac from Boston: “Evidently Scientology has been looking at my Web page and seeing my promotion for…and from this, they obviously assumed I’m gay. This same fellow also said as he passed by, ‘Got AIDS yet?’ They brought out a video camera and tripod, and kept trying to focus on pertinent parts of the protest. Not that it mattered much. Everyone was polite, and many leaflets were handed out. The threat of bad weather kept some people away from the protest, so that during the high point of the afternoon there were between 10-15 people present from both sides of the controversy. One tall middle-aged guy came out to shadow me, trying to engage me in conversation, though I think I managed to avoid it. He was determined to pinhole me as being an ‘anti-religious bigot,’ and he thought he had me when I stated that I feel that *all* religions are in it for the money. He tried repeating what I said to a passerby as a way to dead-agent me, but I said it first and confirmed it, and that was all he said about that. He also asked questions like, ‘Do you consider yourself an atheist?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Have you ever been to a psychiatrist?’ ‘Nope.'” Ron Newman, also from Boston, reported “we know where you live” harassment from Scientology. “Some time on Friday, September 6, the day before the Boston picket, someone dropped about 30 ‘Citizens Commission for Human Rights’ leaflets in the lobby of my apartment building, as well as on the windshields of about 10 cars parked on the street immediately outside. No leaflets were dropped in any other buildings on the street, nor on any cars that were further away (such as my own, which happened to be parked on the next block). I understand that this happened to at least one other Boston picketer.”


Random Howdy

“The trick for recognizing an Aussie accent is that they always sound like they’re asking a question.”


Full Court Press: What we’re watching at the Underground Bunker

Criminal prosecutions:
Danny Masterson charged for raping three women: Found guilty on two counts on May 31, remanded to custody. Sentencing on Sep 7.
‘Lafayette Ronald Hubbard’ (a/k/a Justin Craig), aggravated assault, plus drug charges: Grand jury indictments include charges from an assault while in custody. Trial scheduled for August 15.
David Gentile, GPB Capital, fraud.

Civil litigation:
Leah Remini v. Scientology, alleging ‘Fair Game’ harassment and defamation: Complaint filed August 2, first hearing set for Dec 4.
Baxter, Baxter, and Paris v. Scientology, alleging labor trafficking: Forced to arbitration. Plaintiffs allowed interlocutory appeal to Eleventh Circuit.
Valerie Haney v. Scientology: Forced to ‘religious arbitration.’
Chrissie Bixler et al. v. Scientology and Danny Masterson: Appellate court removes requirement of arbitration on January 19, case remanded back to Superior Court. Stay in place at least through sentencing of Masterson on Sep 7. Next hearing set for Sept 26.
Jane Doe 1 v. Scientology, David Miscavige, and Gavin Potter: Case unsealed and second amended complaint filed. Next hearing Nov 6.
Chiropractors Steve Peyroux and Brent Detelich, stem cell fraud: Ordered to mediation.



After the success of their double-Emmy-winning, three-season A&E series ‘Scientology and the Aftermath,’ Leah Remini and Mike Rinder continue the conversation on their podcast, ‘Scientology: Fair Game.’ We’ve created a landing page where you can hear all of the episodes so far.


An episode-by-episode guide to Leah Remini’s three-season, double-Emmy winning series that changed everything for Scientology watching. Originally aired from 2016 to 2019 on the A&E network, and now on Netflix.


Find your favorite Hubbardite celeb at this index page — or suggest someone to add to the list!

Other links: SCIENTOLOGY BLACK OPS: Tom Cruise and dirty tricks. Scientology’s Ideal Orgs, from one end of the planet to the other. Scientology’s sneaky front groups, spreading the good news about L. Ron Hubbard while pretending to benefit society. Scientology Lit: Books reviewed or excerpted in a weekly series. How many have you read?


[ONE year ago] Court agrees to issue summons for Scientology leader David Miscavige in trafficking lawsuit
[TWO years ago] Scientology’s new campaign to get you to sign its billion-year contract is here!
[THREE years ago] RIFFER: David Miscavige too busy saving Scientology from Covid to be served lawsuit
[FOUR years ago] Hey, kids! It’s open mic night at your local Scientology spaceport!
[FIVE years ago] FLORIDA IS IDEAL: Scientology ushers in glorious new civilization in country’s wang
[SIX years ago] Tonight on ‘Leah Remini’: Two witnesses detail David Miscavige’s ruthless Scientology takeover
[SEVEN years ago] Steve Cannane’s Oz-flavored Scientology history ‘Fair Game’ gets a UK-US-Canada publisher
[EIGHT years ago] ‘Going Clear’ wins Outstanding Documentary Emmy, also for writing, directing
[NINE years ago] Escaping from a Scientology drug rehab center: A transcript
[TEN years ago] LIVE FROM TEXAS: The Monique Rathbun vs. Scientology Temporary Injunction Hearing
[ELEVEN years ago] Scientology Chooses an Odd Time to Open a “National Affairs” Office in DC
[TWELVE years ago] The Top 25 People Crippling Scientology, No. 9: Jason Beghe


Scientology disconnection, a reminder

Bernie Headley (1952-2019) did not see his daughter Stephanie in his final 5,667 days.
Valerie Haney has not seen her mother Lynne in 3,150 days.
Katrina Reyes has not seen her mother Yelena in 3,665 days
Sylvia Wagner DeWall has not seen her brother Randy in 3,215 days.
Brian Sheen has not seen his grandson Leo in 2,205 days.
Geoff Levin has not seen his son Collin and daughter Savannah in 2,086 days.
Christie Collbran has not seen her mother Liz King in 5,390 days.
Clarissa Adams has not seen her parents Walter and Irmin Huber in 3,261 days.
Doug Kramer has not seen his parents Linda and Norm in 2,366 days.
Jamie Sorrentini Lugli has not seen her father Irving in 4,813 days.
Quailynn McDaniel has not seen her brother Sean in 4,155 days.
Dylan Gill has not seen his father Russell in 12,721 days.
Melissa Paris has not seen her father Jean-Francois in 8,640 days.
Valeska Paris has not seen her brother Raphael in 4,807 days.
Mirriam Francis has not seen her brother Ben in 4,389 days.
Claudio and Renata Lugli have not seen their son Flavio in 4,650 days.
Sara Goldberg has not seen her daughter Ashley in 3,686 days.
Lori Hodgson has not seen her son Jeremy and daughter Jessica in 3,402 days.
Marie Bilheimer has not seen her mother June in 2,966 days.
Julian Wain has not seen his brother Joseph or mother Susan in 1,281 days.
Charley Updegrove has not seen his son Toby in 2,456 days.
Joe Reaiche has not seen his daughter Alanna Masterson in 7,007 days
Derek Bloch has not seen his father Darren in 4,138 days.
Cindy Plahuta has not seen her daughter Kara in 4,476 days.
Roger Weller has not seen his daughter Alyssa in 9,331 days.
Claire Headley has not seen her mother Gen in 4,450 days.
Ramana Dienes-Browning has not seen her mother Jancis in 2,806 days.
Mike Rinder has not seen his son Benjamin and daughter Taryn in 7,109 days.
Brian Sheen has not seen his daughter Spring in 3,215 days.
Skip Young has not seen his daughters Megan and Alexis in 3,613 days.
Mary Kahn has not seen her son Sammy in 3,489 days.
Lois Reisdorf has not seen her son Craig in 3,054 days.
Phil and Willie Jones have not seen their son Mike and daughter Emily in 3,567 days.
Mary Jane Barry has not seen her daughter Samantha in 3,821 days.
Kate Bornstein has not seen her daughter Jessica in 14,930 days.


Posted by Tony Ortega on September 12, 2023 at 07:00

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