Death and Chocolate
Written by Jeri Massi
A.V. Ballenger, a deacon and bus route driver at Hyles' First Baptist Church Hammond, was convicted in March of 1993 for molesting a seven year old girl.
Jack Hyles' protégé Earl Reeves, pastor of Lighthouse Baptist Temple in San Diego, served eight years in prison for molesting young women and grade school girls from his congregation.
Hyles-Anderson Bible College graduate Jeffrey Jerrell pleaded guilty to having sex with eleven young girls from his youth congregation at Calvary Park Baptist Church's (Petersburg, VA)
David Hyles, Jack Hyles' son, was expelled from the pulpit and pastorate at Miller Road Baptist Church in Garland, Texas. He was charged with having committd adultery with 19 different women at the church. The story broke when a janitor found pornographic photos of Hyles having sex with a deacon's daughter. David, whose wife divorced him, later lived with Brenda Stevens and was charged in abusing her year-old son, Brent. Brent was found dead in his crib at the age of 15 months. At the coroner's inquest in 1985, Brenda was a no-show, while David Hyles pleaded the Fifth Amendment. David and Brenda Hyles later conceived a son, and named him Jack David Hyles. In March of 1999, Brenda Hyles ran him over with the family car, killing the 5-year-old boy. Brenda claimed that Jack David had fallen out of the car and she could not avoid running over him (3/25/99, St. Petersburg Times).] Many IFB pulpits are still open to Dave Hyles, in spite of his history of gross sin.
William S. Beith, a Hyles-Anderson College grad, founded Liberty Baptist Church in Lake Station (formerly East Gary), Indiana, and later was founder and principal of Liberty Baptist Academy (a private "Christian" school with about 160 students). He was arrested for soliciting a male prostitute.
Andy Beith, William's son and a former HAC student, took over as principal in 2000. He was later charged with coercing and enticing a minor, and transporting a minor across state lines to engage in sexual activity. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison.
Jim Vineyard, former bus ministry director at First Baptist of Hammond (FBC) has been charged by a pastor with describing lewd sexual acts to a young lady (sexual harassment; not a crime because Vineyard "counseled" in private, although the Scripture clearly directs that private counseling is to be from older women to younger women). Vineyard has yet to deny the charge, but he did call the preacher who confronted him "buzzard puke". This story has made the news in Oklahoma City, where Vineyard currently pastors. One young lady has come forward to accuse him of lewd speech.
Kerry Martin, HAC graduate and missionary who went to prison for molesting a little girl. Calvin Stone, a HAC short timer sent to prison for molesting a little girl. Russell K Overla, a HAC grad/pastor who pleaded guilty to molesting an 8 year old girl Chester Mulligan, a Jack Hyles follower (not HAC graduate) who is charged with molesting a 14 year old girl.
Former Pastor Joe Combs, former Bible teacher at HAC, currently serving time for the repeated rape and abuse of his adopted daughter (found guilty, also defended by officials from Hyles-Anderson College)
Former Associate Pastor Timothy Lee Leonard, HAC Grad, (charged with child molestation but acquitted because child-witnesses unable to testify; one child in the chuch had venereal disease, however)
Deacon Mark Foeller, HAC Grad, (indicted for child molestation but acquitted because witnesses refused to testify)
|Last November, after Chicago TARDIS 2003, I came up with the idea of satirizing the gross corruption. I decided to depict a chocolate factory--a place where one expects innocent pleasures to abound----that claims to be the greatest Chocolate House in the world. But bodies of dead children keep coming to the surface on the grounds. |
I knew I wanted a Sarah Jane story for this, and I knew that she would become addicted to the deadly chocolates. Right after Chicago TARDIS I wrote the first episode, but then it became clear that the story would fall into a "helpless companion" piece and that was not appropriate for Sarah Jane.
Here's a play-by-play of some of the double meanings:
"Sweet Sorrow, an Account of the Tears I Shed at Royalty House, by Stephan Ischink."
"I'm trying to get the picture," she said, a vague answer that sounded very journalistic and often worked. It worked now. "Were you a street vendor for him?"
Ischink nodded. "Highlers called it 'Open air clerks'" And he laughed. "Yes, I started at age 17, selling to school friends and did pretty well. So I launched out and sold them while I was studying business courses. I met my wife when she joined our cadre of Open Air Clerks. We worked together well, and we married within a year."
Lawman, Sarah Jane thought, had the ruddy cheeks, blue eyes, and snow white hair of a Christmas elf. But the effect was offset by broad shoulders and a powerful build. He led them into a wide, brightly lit back room that was the size of the front room shop.
The Doctor stared around at the gleaming stainless steel fixtures and white cabinets, deeply impressed. Lawman understood the look.
"Yes, I specialize in hand crafted chocolates," Lawman said. He nodded at a 50 liter tank, a long, shallow, open trough, and a cylinder that lay on its side. All of these were connected by pipes, and everything was stainless steel. The cylinder, Sarah Jane noticed, sat on rockers and could be separated from the piping by a series of clamps.
"I'm sure you understand chocolate processing, Lawman said, almost apologetically. "But I'll explain how it works."
"He snatched up the book too," Sarah Jane said as she saw that the man had grabbed both.
"He did ey?" Lawman asked, and his glance suddenly became sharp.
"You think that's significant?" the Doctor asked.
"It could be."
The children, who were five or six years old at the very most, saw the two uniformed men holding the luggage and sang out, "Thank you sir, Thank you sir!" as though rehearsed, their voices happy and almost triumphant.
"Oh, you're very welcome children!" one of the men called back to them as the other smiled. "You be good boys and girls, and we'll have you back soon. Did you get your chocolates?"
And each child held up his or her free fist, in which was clutched a narrow, oblong box. "Goodbye! Goodbye!" they called to the luggage clerks as they continued to the doors.
"Goodbye children!" The attendant turned and smiled at the Doctor and Sarah Jane. "Happy kids, eh?"
"Are they from a school?" the Doctor asked.
"No, St. Nick's, sir," he said as he took the lead to guide them to their room. "This way of you will. Royalty House is a sponsor and contributor to Saint Nicholas' hospital for children. We usually have half a dozen to a dozen of them here any given weekend. He nodded back as they walked down the hall. "That lot there are outpatients for epilepsy. They have hard lives. Difficult already for them to keep friends. So the quacks at the hospital thought giving them time together might make things easier for them. They all understand if somebody has a seizure."
"It's a child's body, Doctor. A little boy. And he was----treated badly." And now the Brigadier took out a handkerchief and wiped it across his own forehead. "Not like anything I'd ever seen. The worst thing was done to him---I mean, the worst----"
"It was only water!" Highlers exclaimed. "She was doused with water from the sprinklers, that's----"
Benton didn't miss a stride. His fist abruptly connected with the face of Dave Highlers. The young production manager hit the ground. He didn't try to stand up as Benton and the other soldier helped Sarah Jane to her feet.
"Yes just stay there, unless you want another," Benton told him.
"She went in against my directions." But Highlers still didn't stand up. "She got a good lesson in safety---and obedience."
"Save it for someone who works for you, mate. Let me help you, Miss Smith."
"We've uncovered eight distinct bodies so far," Lyons said. "We are assuming that we will find between 15 and 30. Mostly young boys."
"Six, six boys. Two girls," the pathologist said. He got hold of himself and looked at Lethbridge Stewart. "Not like the first. Not frozen. These bodies have decomposed." But he spread his arm to indicate the length of the fringe of trees.
"It's all a bone yard," he said. "All of it. There are bodies buried all through it. All children."
"Hello! You know, those chandeliers are so lovely; were they made for Royalty House?" And she pointed upward.
He beamed, at once on familiar ground. "Actually Miss, three of them came from an estate sale of a grand old house about thirty miles from here. Mr. Highlers purchased them at a very low price and then had the others made as imitations."
Highlers burst out with a laugh. "Now look young people. Let me help you with a little quality I call determination," he said. "You see that door way back there? Way in the back?"
About four hundred heads turned to see the back double doors. They turned back to him and nodded.
"Now this room is packed wall to wall," he said. "But I'm determined to get back to that door, so here I go. On nothing but determination!" He came around the podium, leaped to the floor, and then started climbing directly over the seated young men. The entire crowd burst out laughing.
"Here I go! I'm a third of the way!" he shouted.
"That's right!" several emboldened people called from the edges.
As Mr. Evans removed the reel of film from the machine and turned it round to take up the leader tape, he continued to talk about Jack Highlers. The training film had acted as a tonic to him, animating him to talk about his beloved chief financial officer. Sarah Jane didn't interrupt.
"You see it's all in determination, Miss Smith," he said. "And a good company like this one requires loyalty. That's a virtue that's become quite temporary out in the world---"
Sarah Jane flipped through to the correct tab. Then she read aloud:People respond to women who are ladylike and feminine. Women who serve in the Royalty House/Harbor Chocolates Sales Division must appear feminine. They are encouraged to have long hair and to wear lace and ribbons. Customers respond to women who allow them to feel like they are in charge; therefore women in the sales force must adhere to proper, demure, behavior. When dealing with in-house directives, women employees must obey immediately, without question, and without argument. Appeals may be made in writing, but women employees who display resentment or dominating behavior shall be terminated.
Women who excel in sports develop innate leadership qualities that run contrary to a good sales representation. Therefore, women employees shall not be retained who participate in organized athletic programs or events. Male customers do not respond to masculine women, and little boys and little girls alike respond best to maternal figures who maintain a gentle and feminine demeanor. [etc.]
"That's a good assessment." And he inclined his head. "But you don’t know the half of it. At the courtesy and deportment training classes, women were made to pass an inspection. They were humiliated by senior staff. If a woman's hair were not feminine enough, she was brought onto the stage and the errors pointed out. If her skirt were too tight, she was paraded before the audience and made to walk and sit to show the problem. And then they were all expected to be at the rallies for Highlers----"
She was writing speedily. "Rallies? Like the training meetings?"
"Women only, Miss Smith. The women were coached to sing to Highlers as he entered the room. They had women-only cheers that they did for him. One time, they made him a throne. He would come in, supposedly to talk about the latest sales issues and the numbers, but over time it became a bizarre sort of parade. He would throw money to them, and give out presents. He knew quite a lot about many of them, and he would talk about their financial needs from the microphone, even their marital problems, and praise them and hand out prizes."
"Don't think the police will ever link Stevie to me," he said. "I know that's what you wanted. You revengeful idiot. Steven ran away. Somebody killed him. I had nothing to do with it." He grabbed her hair in back and pulled back her head, his other hand forcing her gun hand to stay in place with the muzzle under her chin. "Pull the trigger!"
"I can't," she gasped.
"Are you going to beg me?"
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Still saying no. Still resentful. Still clinging to----what?" he demanded. She didn't answer. He shook her by her hair. "So do you want to live?"
The Ten Rules of Developing Manhood
1. Teach a boy strict obedience. A young boy must learn to be an obedient follower, or else he will never be worthy of leadership. He must learn how to handle followers, and so following comes first. Make your son live by strict discipline and obedience.
2. Punish him immediately and properly. Make a big ordeal out of it. Make the punishment private, but make it immediate, proper, and plain.
3. Insist that he participate in athletics. It is a grave danger for a boy to be indoors too much and grow up not knowing how to coordinate his body properly. This will make him effeminate. [Etc]
"Let me tell you something. We have a few problems here," Highlers snapped. He thrust a finger at the man. "But if those hospital people are trying to say that every single chocolate salesman is some sort of monster who preys on children, well, they're painting with too broad a brush!"
"Oh yes sir," the man agreed. "We got a lot of fine folk out there, putting in an honest day's work every single day of the week."
"Only a small minority ever lifted a hand against any children, and you listen to me!" And suddenly Dave Highlers was in his face.
"Yes sir Mr. Highlers." The man had that look on his face that betrayed a worry about a certain bicycle chain, but Highlers ignored it. "There are child killers among tobacco processors, and rum distributors, and even in the banking industry!" he yelled.
"Oh, right you are sir!"
"I just want to know what spaceship dropped this Jack Highlers fellow off here!" she exclaimed, and she burst out with giggling. She leaned back in her chair, laughing with a contagious and oddly innocent merriment. "Boy, what a piece of work! A piece of work!" She looked at him in open merriment, her blue eyes dancing. She had a few freckles on her cheeks, and they contributed to the image of youth.