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At any rate, they wanted to see if there was some way to get me out
before the lawsuit hit and they also had some very uncomplimentary
things to say about another individual named Helge, because you see,
he'd throw up quite a bit of resistance also.
Now the letter that Mr. Armstrong wrote was written to me 48 hours after
we had a little argument on the phone. Apparently what they had told
Mr. Armstrong was bothering him a little bit and he happened to call in
on a Sunday and there was one person working in the Administration
building that day. It happened to be Virginia Kineston. She just
happened to be working there that day. And he had called in. See,
he doesn't remember too well that Sunday is a "day of rest." And as
far as he was concerned, he had just finished writing another article
and he was going to dictate it to somebody. And he got her on the phone
and after he got finished working with her, she made a mistake,
apparently. She said, "And by the way, Mr. Armstrong, the cover for
The PLAIN TRUTH February number was delivered here Friday."
And out of the clear blue sky, he exploded! Because, you see, Mr. Cole
had told him that Mrs. Kineston was selecting the covers for The PLAIN
TRUTH magazine. It was not enough to say I was running the work. That
portion that I was not running obviously Mrs. Kineston was running.
She came over to my house in the afternoon, and that was New Years Eve,
the 31st, and it was a Sunday. And she came over in tears. And I felt
that she had been unfairly attacked. And I called Mr. Armstrong and
I did the unforgivable again. I again blew my top.
But Mr. Armstrong is pretty accustomed to that, and he knows that I do
not have anything in mind that is really disrespectful of him and his
authority, but I get it off my chest, and I guess that means I will
not have an ulcer. And when we got all through he had said he did not
know why Mrs. Kineston was upset and then he said, "Well, I guess
I said more than I should have," and I should tell her that it was
quite all right and he did not mean it and so on. But I could tell
that he could tell that there were things under the surface.
So I sent him another letter telling him that the more I thought about
it, the more I felt that my feelings for the past eight months, which
were becoming a little bit more acute in the last quarter o{ the year,
were such that within a reasonable period of time I would want to go
back to doing what we were doing before -- as his chief advisor,
traveling with him, the Foundation, and helping in the legal and
financial end of things. And he said, "Well, we will talk about that
later. There is no rush. But Stan, you may be more right than wrong."
The next day was New Years and that was a Monday, and then the follow
ing day was Tuesday which, of all days, was the day before the Wednes
day when all of this other activity began. And Mel Olinger rang my
doorbell that evening at about 9 o'clock, I believe. And I would like
to read this letter with you, because it will show you just how Mr.
Armstrong and I deal with one another openly, although we do not often
share the letters that we write to one another. It was dated January 1.
He had written it on New Years day, for he had prayed about it, as he
told me, and he did not have it sent in with Mel until Tuesday. He
did not want to send it in by the "QUIP" machine that we had, because
he wanted it to be a private letter to me. This is what he said: