This felt like a calling that I had to complete, but it was also a curse. Calling or curse, I was driven to try to stop the harm that was being done. It seemed impossible. The adversaries were so large, powerful, wealthy and well connected. We were completely broke. We had no social or political influence. We were mentally and psychologically drained. We did not even know who we were. Our personalities had been lost in the cult.

This was the hardest struggle of our lives. We were out of the Amway motivational cult but in many ways were still prisoners. When we shopped for non-Amway products, I still felt a mixture of euphoric freedom and guilt. We were fearful that a distributor might see us with a cart full of negative products (products not from Amway). It was not rational, but these thoughts and emotions had been hard-wired into us after thousands of hours of tape and seminar indoctrination. We were trying to find our place in our relationship and in our new lives.

Our children were having the hardest time in their young lives changing to a public school where they knew no one. They, too, were very much strangers in a world they had been taught to fear. Undoing the programming will take time for all of us. Josh, Ashley and Mckenzie all had wonderful public school teachers, and an incredible guidance counselor, Jennifer Drury, helped our entire family make this difficult transition. She has such a peaceful, calming, sincere way about her. Maybe that’s it. She was sincere. There is something wonderful about how genuine she was. These are the things we began to cherish.

I called all over the country to find a firm that would take our case to file a lawsuit against our upline, Rich DeVos and Amway for the hell that their business had made of our lives. I was turned down again and again and again. No one wants to represent a destitute client against a towering multi-billion-dollar giant. If I had a $10,000 retainer and could pay $100-300 an hour, most could put aside their objections and take our case. But we had no money. I was just trying to keep up with my now enormous mortgage and IRS payments. Despite the documentation I possessed and my background as a Federal Auditor, I learned that no money means no legal representation. Justice does appear to have a price tag. Amway could drag a case out until anyone determined to fight them would have well over $100,000 in legal bills. Gerry Hayden warned me that he had far more than that into his case before it settled. This entire scheme was extremely well done, when you think it through. People were bled to financial ruin and then cast off like rubbish, in no position to file a case against the wealthy people who plundered them. No wonder the abuses had gone on for so long.

The reality of the situation was that we had no way to be compensated for what happened to us. In light of this, I gave up on the thought and contacted current litigants against Amway and their attorneys to provide testimony and documentation. If I was unable to help us, at least I could, perhaps, help others.

Through the Internet underground, I learned that an attorney named James Meade was representing Sidney Schwartz pro bono, as Amway had sucked Sidney into the legal process. It seemed obvious to me that they just wanted to crank up his legal bills until he had no more money and then close his web site, Amway: The Untold Story. After he could no longer afford legal counsel, he had to shut his site down. He had also been named in a suit involving Proctor and Gamble. During our Amway indoctrination period, Zack and others had told us that the CEO of Proctor and Gamble was a Satanist and had admitted it on national television. This made distributors even more loyal to their "own" Amway brand of soaps and cleaners. This current lawsuit involving Proctor and Gamble concerned the dissemination of this rumor by high-level Amway distributors.

I contacted James (J.B.) Meade in his Tacoma, Washington office and found him to be a very friendly man. I told him my story and that I had a huge cache of documentation that he would find useful in Sidney’s case. After asking what I had, he decided to fly out to Pennsylvania to look at it. It took about a week before he made the trip. I greeted him at the door, and he met Kathy briefly. By this time, she had no interest in anything that had to do with Amway, so J.B. and I met for hours in my small home office. We talked at great length, and again it was reassuring just to talk to someone that understood the whole situation. Over that day and the next, he collected a large amount of documentation from me and allowed me to rant and rave, as I related my experience to him. It was cathartic to have someone to talk to.

I was shocked when, at the end of one of our meetings, J.B. told me that he might be able to take my case on a contingency basis. This was the first glimmer of hope we had in quite a while. I was absolutely elated when he called back in a few weeks and announced that he had the green light from his firm to take our case. It was nothing short of a miracle in the David and Goliath battle our lives had become.

About this time, I received a contact from a man named David Brear in France. He sent me a manuscript for a book he was writing titled Amway The American Dream Made Nightmare. It systematically chronicled identical fraud, theft by deception, and cultism throughout Amway’s European motivational organizations. Zack had advised us that he had over 40,000 Distributors in the UK alone, so this news did not surprise me. I found David adamant in his will to make this public, and we began to encourage each other in sporadic communications. He became a treasured resource for me, calling with uncanny timing, right when I would feel as though I could bear no more.

I was having a hard time holding it together at times, as was Kathy. It had been close to two years since we had left the group and been "excommunicated." We would see people from The Business who had been like family members to us for years, and they would walk away to avoid us. This made us feel like lepers or social outcasts, and at times the isolation would take its toll. We were still unable to open up emotionally and develop new friendships. Kathy and I did not talk about how to overcome this, but we found a therapeutic satisfaction from throwing ourselves into our kids’ lives. We worked hard to develop a shield of normalcy around them, despite what was happening to us. We focused on helping them develop friends and become active in sports. Starting with Josh, they all became active in soccer. Over a period of several seasons, they each became very good at the sport. It began to build their self-esteem and opened them up to new friendships. We, too, began to meet nice adult couples: the other soccer parents. The relationships were superficial at first but hey! It was a start. Virtually no one from this group had known us, as we had existed in our community in near isolation for almost ten years. People asked if we had just moved into the area. I began to coach some of the kids’ soccer teams and really took great joy in working with and encouraging the children.

My life seemed at times to be normal but then often eroded into a ballet of the bizarre. I had a regular job and family and was a soccer coach. That was all fairly normal. On the other hand, I was working with a few trusted people across the country and now in Europe to develop more and more documentation to stop a global fraud. We used fully encrypted, web-based e-mails and aliases, since we discovered that Amway was getting personal computer hard drive data by subpoena. They could then use information obtained from that computer to go after others who had "fallen from grace." We were a powerful force, in that we held each other together when the pressure became too great. For a five-month period, I had been in such a dark depression that I couldn’t even communicate. As I emerged from that darkness, I found myself being accepted back immediately by this supportive group. We agreed to tell each other when we were failing from the enormous pressures. We offered free counseling to singles and couples that were emerging from the Amway cult group(s) shattered. It helped us to help them get back on their feet.

Over the next several months, more and more distributors began dropping out and calling me, half terrified to even talk, because they knew it violated the "rules" of the secretive Amway world. Some alerted us to the existence of many more rumors that were being used to discredit me. One of the reasons that I had no money as an Emerald, distributors had been informed, was that I had lost millions gambling on the Internet. This was, of course, in addition to being a cocaine addict and an alcoholic. Some were told that Kathy and I were each having an affair, and we were getting divorced. This helps to explain why most of the people that dropped out were fearful. They were partially fearful of us and what would be said about them. People must have their character destroyed upon exiting a cult group as internally, there is no legitimate reason to leave. They also came out at varying levels of understanding of what had happened to them. Because I was expecting Amway or Zack to send a "mole" to me feigning a need for help, I devised a series of questions that I fired off at anyone who tried to contact me. If they were still in the organization, they would have almost no knowledge of the fraud, the lawsuits, and other events. I quizzed each one thoroughly until it was clear they legitimately were "out."

One such contact was a couple that were Directs in Zack’s organization. They had researched the lawsuits posted on the Internet and were enraged after learning what had happened to them. Another was a young couple from New York, who worked with Zack directly. Zack had gotten a little over $30,000 in book, tape and seminar money from them. Yet another was a relatively high-level distributor who agreed to act as a mole in order to provide me with a constant stream of current information on Zack’s business and recruitment activities. These contacts proved to be invaluable, as they in turn obtained information from others that they knew. Their partnership enabled me to cull larger amounts of information without the direct risk of exposure. I continued to fax this updated information to the FBI and to meet with special agent Lou Glodek in person.

As people dropped out, I asked them to write testimonials regarding their recruitment and subsequent losses. Some included their tax returns for documentation. It destroyed me to read their letters. They were my friends. It was heart wrenching to read about the magnitude of the devastation in only a dozen or so families in the first set of testimonials. There were literally hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses, an IRS audit with a $5,000 penalty (after years of Amway business losses), and one family who had lost their home. We had brought in thousands of good people. Do the math. This human toll was enormous.

Perhaps now you understand why I could not walk away. This has been a journey to hell itself. I am neither a hero nor a martyr. I wish I had not been the one called to do this, but I was. I could not turn my back on the people I loved as family, even those who have been induced to despise me.

The momentum increased as JB, our attorney, filed a lawsuit on our behalf against members of our upline, Zack and Molly, Amway, and Rich DeVos. They, of course, immediately attempted to push it into arbitration with the Arbitration document that we had been forced to sign, at the peril of losing our business and sole source of income years earlier. Arbitration would have been good for them, because they could have simply written us a check and kept on doing what they were doing. We would have been barred from making the public aware of the scheme.

I mentioned to JB that I had heard Amway was filing harassment suits against attorneys and law firms who dared represent clients against them. This would most likely put enough fear into a small firm to never take another anti-Amway client. What firm could prevail in a legal and financial battle with a multi billion dollar giant? He then told me that Amway was suing him. JB, his wife and his firm were all named as defendants in a trumped up suit that looks like nothing but an abuse of the legal process. He had taken quite a few clients and had represented them in court cases against Amway and it’s motivational organizations. How many victims would this beast claim?

Soon, a police car pulled up to our home and a sheriff gave Kathy and I notice that we were subpoenaed in the case by the Amway’s dreaded legal counsel, Norbert Kugele. He was the one who filed legal motions that had caused web site hosts Sidney Schwartz, Ruth Carter, Ashley Wilkes and others to run up combined legal expenses of tens of thousands of dollars. If this continued, I knew it would soon be difficult for victims to even obtain a firm willing to represent them. We showed up at the deposition with our Attorney’s attorney and submitted to a videotaped deposition. Norbert was not a monster in appearance and was actually soft spoken in manner. I still despised him for what he was part of.

The questioning centered on whether JB had used confidential information from a prior case to induce us to use him to file a lawsuit against Amway. This was preposterous, as I was the one who tracked him down to give him information to help defend Sidney Schwartz. I used this opportunity to personally advise Norbert of the near two decade long fraud, illegalities and systematic distributor abuses, perpetrated by the now collaborative efforts of Amway, Dexter Yager, Zack Walters and members of the DeVos family. Once again, Amway’s own legal counsel was directly advised of these wrong doings. I believed Norbert’s firm may actually have been in jeopardy of facing legal action by the Michigan bar, in that their actions make it seem that they are almost complicit in actively perpetuating a criminal activity. Every client deserved fair legal representation. However, taking legal actions that silence and financially punish those who speak out against the fraud prolonged its existence.

We, too, felt the full brunt of Amway’s legal muscle early into the process of our case. We went to the first deposition and were greeted by an intimidating wall of "suits." Attorneys had been brought in from Michigan, two cities in Pennsylvania, Washington DC and Ohio. It was just Kathy and I and JB opposing a solid wall of defendants and their legal extensive team(s). JB performed incredibly under this pressure.

The next night, I was in his hotel room going over tapes and other documentation when Kathy called terror-stricken. Our 12-year-old son Josh had answered the phone and heard a man ranting on and on about killing people. Wide eyed, he just handed the telephone to Kathy who listened to the same insane tirade about "killing people" and "solving things himself and it not going to court." They did not recognize the voice. I called 911 and drove frantically to the house, a loaded gun in my lap. My heart was racing as fast as my car, as I thought about McKay Everett, the distributor’s boy who was murdered in Texas. Thankfully, all was well when I got to our home. But our entire experience had shown that these people clearly had no limits. Even the Mafia has limits. They have a code of honor. These people had none. The state police responded, took a report and were very helpful. I would be in ongoing contact with them.

I called the FBI from work and left a message for Lou the next morning. He returned the call at my office at work, and I relayed the details of the incident to him. He agreed to look into it but didn’t seem overly concerned. I had already been told directly which gun would be used to kill me. With my wife and son now threatened, and even though I had provided documentation of massive, systematic, global fraud, it still sounded as if nothing was going to happen. That did it! I completely snapped and started shouting at him. I wanted to know how many dead people the FBI needed in order for them to do something. I was in my office in a little cubicle screaming. People were standing up and looking at me. He started shouting back. This scream fest continued for a minute or two and then simmered down. He wasn’t apathetic; he had been up all night working, was exhausted and had a huge caseload. We both apologized, and he came to our home later that day to meet with us again. I continued to meet him at home, in a parking lot and at a restaurant to provide him with more and more documentation as I obtained it from various sources. Eventually, Lou seemed like a friend, and I came to trust him completely.

Yet more distributors dropped out and brought me volumes of documentation. There were several new tapes by the Diamond who had threatened to kill me with a Mac 10. The contents of one tape, produced by I.C.C.A. and copyrighted by Internet Services Corporation, revealed how far these people were willing to go. The Amway Diamond on the tape was discussing loyalty before a large audience and described in detail how he told a guy backstage that he would "take him out" if he was even disrespectful of Zack. He relayed the whole conversation and was bragging about the time that he threatened to kill me! He said he was not afraid of going to prison. His wife spoke, remarking that she would never leave him, because he told her he would shoot her through the back if she did. He also bragged about carrying a gun with a 15 round clip. I am dumbfounded that they would make these statements from stage. It is even worse that huge volumes of copies of this were made and sold as a teaching tool! Zack distributed these tapes to his organization. To defy him meant death. All of these tapes were immediately provided to the FBI.

Most of the people who dropped out wanted to talk once and then vanished to forever forget what had happened. At first I was enraged at those who were unwilling to stand and fight. Kathy helped me to understand that we all had to recover in different ways and at different rates, and I came to respect the road they had to travel. When I was honest with myself, many times I wished I could join them. All seemed terrified at the possibility of retribution. A few were fearful but strong enough to stay and help.

This well-networked group of former distributors brought about a pivotal turning point in this thing our lives had become. They assisted me in locating and contacting Sally Porter^*, Zack’s niece. Not only was she his niece, she worked in his warehouse for years and was an Amway distributor, personally sponsored by Zack. She was eager to talk and informed me that her "Uncle Zack" had completely destroyed her life. This was becoming a familiar sounding story. She and her husband had moved here to work for Zack. They worked as domestic help around his mansion, on his properties and most importantly in his warehouse. She described the secret, off-limit, tape room where she and other employees made tens of thousands of tapes. I had heard rumors of this, but she was the first to verify it. We had been told all the tapes came from Dexter. Despite his ceaseless talks on loyalty, Zack was making his own tapes and screwing Dexter out of the profits.

Sally related that Zack had told offensive racial jokes in front of her children. She also informed me that no black employees would be hired to work at the warehouse. As a family member, employee and distributor, she had been privy to more truthful information than anyone. Sally remarked on an ongoing situation where Zack would give Molly’s mother a $5,000 or more Christmas gift and then a 1099 form. If this was true, he was writing his elderly mother-in-law off as a business expense! I was sickened by these revelations. This was the man I had taught my children to honor and respect! She made me aware of other situations involving Zack that I will not even commit to print. Nothing shocked me at this point. I was numb.

Sally remarked that on multiple occasions, Zack had her use one of Dexter’s copyrighted tapes as a master and would have her run off high volumes of copies to market to the group at retail. This way, he could make a tape of Dexter for twenty or thirty cents instead of paying Dexter for it. These would then be retailed to thousands weekly at $6.00 each. She described Zack as charming at first but then demeaning and abusive after she had given him years of service. She provided some critical information, in that she and her husband would pack up a truck full of tapes, books, and videos, and they would stock and man the tool tables at large seminars. There, she related, they would sell as much as $10,000 a day in cash sales. A three-day weekend seminar could bring in as much as $30,000 in cash sales. Even though thousands of people had paid as much as $400 a couple for a weekend seminar, the convention hall would be emptied on Sunday, and each had to pay $10 to get back in for the Sunday "leadership" session. On a group of 2,000, you were now looking at an additional $20,000 in cash, in addition to the normal walk in door sales. Kerry usually ran these sales and spirited that cash away to the secret counting room. With door and tool table sales, Zack may have left these seminars with well over $50,000 in cash for a single weekend. Do you wonder what happened to all that cash? After much digging, that question was also answered.

This explained the huge amounts of "flash cash" that Zack waved at us as young Amway distributors. He would be doing a training session on building our Amway business and pull out anywhere from $10,000-$25,000 in cash as a visual example that the Amway business worked. Now I knew where it came from, and it was not Amway. But where did the cash go? With Sally’s help, I was able to track down Zack’s former bookkeeper, Laura Dean*, to a mid western state. She was very nervous at first and obviously fearful of Zack. I had known her but only by her first name, as we were to have almost no contact with Zack’s staff. She was fearful of Zack and his business operations and had left his employment with some of his 1995 financial statements to use as an insurance policy of sorts, as she was not comfortable with the business operation.

During our conversations, Laura would go from helpful to angry to fearful. Both she and her husband were kind and wanted to help but were fearful of having Zack drawn back into their lives. At first Laura agreed to send me copies of the financial statements and then decided not to for fear that Zack could take legal action against her for taking it. I hated to do it, but our law firm subpoenaed the documents, in order to keep them from being destroyed. Laura spoke with JB and agreed to fly to his office in Tacoma to give a deposition of what she knew of Zack’s operations. I had no idea we would ever get this much information, but Zack seems not to have made a lot of friends along the way.

One of the most shocking revelations she made to me was that she took care of all his business accounts and personal checkbook. During her six years there, she confirmed that she did not make cash deposits in the business or personal accounts. This is startling, considering from what Sally had shared; as much as $50,000 can come in, in a single weekend. Over two decades, Zack may have spirited off millions in cash sales. Laura affirmed that when the entire distributor organization was forced to book rooms through Walters International, Zack was making $10-$15 a room profit. He had a tough refund policy and rarely would return seminar money for any reason. She relayed the story of one woman who had paid almost $400 for a weekend seminar but could not attend when her father was tragically burned to death in a house fire. She commented that Zack would not authorize a refund, as the "food and room" was already paid for. This was despite the fact that we always had walk-ins that could have filled the spot on site.

Convention Concepts Unlimited^* was a company run by Ben Novack out of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He handled the booking and hotel arrangements for many of the Amway Diamonds major seminars. He has likely handled tens of millions of dollars of the Diamonds’ seminar money. Laura advised that after once such event, Ben owed Zack nearly $30,000. Laura described the instance, in which she was instructed to call Ben and have him send half in cash and half in a check. She never saw the $15,000 cash to deposit. The documents she turned over were terribly incriminating, in spite of both Zack and Molly’s public profession of decades of success in Amway. Their financials from 1995 show that an estimated 94% of their nearly $3,000,000 reported net income came not from Amway but from their secret motivation business. In fact, if he did not have his tools business, and you applied his business expenses against his Amway income alone, his Amway business would show a six figure net loss. Despite the verbal floggings I took from him about being a real man and making my business profitable, as a destitute Emerald, I was making more net income from Amway than he was. If we removed Zack’s tool income, a 16 year old flipping burgers at McDonald’s made more net income than this mega successful Amway Double Diamond. How pathetic!

This information only fueled the fire to get to the bottom of all the money laundering. After this discovery, I was then able to track down William Pearson^*, Zack’s former personal limousine driver, who had moved to Alabama. William was extremely friendly and not fearful of Zack at all. He seemed eager to assist in any way he could. Guess what! He, too, had been screwed by Zack and acknowledged that he had left being owed a large amount of back pay. What a shock. I knew that the seminar cash was secretly counted in a room, supervised by Kerry, and then placed in suitcases or briefcases and then transported to Zack’s limousine, Mercedes or coach. He told me that it was stashed in briefcases and that he handled them and watched Zack load them into the safe off his garage or in Molly’s office in their home.

But where did all the money go? I was at Zack’s mansion on one occasion when the doorbell rang. He motioned for me to get it. I went to the front of the home and greeted the Fed-Ex deliveryman. I signed for the package and brought it to Zack. He was not happy that I had signed for it without his consent. He looked at it for a minute and then opened it, deciding to share its contents to motivate us. It was a shipment of gold bullion, coins that were non-traceable and as good as cash in any country in the world. When I remembered this incident, I discussed this with several trusted people in the underground network. Sally told me that her father was at Zack’s mansion one day when he produced a large envelope from the safe off the garage and proceeded to dump diamonds all over a table. According to Sally, Zack bragged, "This is how I hide my money." Again, money was converted to a non-traceable equivalent good in any country in the world. It looked like my former hero may be guilty of fraud, tax evasion and possibly money laundering.

I provided all of this information to the FBI as soon as I obtained it, and this information may have been what ultimately tipped the scales. Lou was tight lipped and could tell me nothing about the FBI investigation, except that there was one underway, and I was listed as a cooperative witness. We were talking one day, and he said the words that I thought I might never hear. He said, "So how soon do you want to testify before a Grand Jury?"

"Tomorrow," was my immediate reply. I felt certain that the whole house of cards would come crashing down if even only Zack is indicted and convicted by a jury. This very well may have been the beginning of the end.

My work could soon be over, and I could have a life again. I was fearfully elated, if that makes sense. The end was in sight; yet the danger level just increased, with me being the key witness for the Grand Jury. This book had been provided to both the FBI and the U.S. Assistant Attorney to be used as the backbone of their case. There was a small but very real chance I would be killed for this prior to publication. In that event, I made arrangements for its immediate, electronic global distribution. My death would not have been in vain. I was but one person; yet I was the spokesperson for millions who have been silenced. I had not chosen this role; yet it is mine. If I were murdered now, the voice would simply scream louder. This genie will never be shoved back into the bottle.

Further investigative efforts revealed a political action committee that had raised hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to give to republican candidates. It was called Restoring The American Dream. Dick DeVos was the Chairman, according to stationery sent to the Federal Election Commission dated May 21, 2001. It was funded, in part, by a large number $5,000 donations from Zack, Dexter, Birdie, Doyle, Holly, Jeff, Lorryn, Rhonda and Steven Yager, Bill and Peggy Britt, many other Amway Diamonds and DeVos family members. The funds were distributed to conservatives with John Ashcroft (R-MO) landing a whopping $10,000 donation in the 1999-2000 cycle. Perhaps the PAC considers this insurance against regulatory action.

Did I believe that past president George Bush, Billy Zeoli, Senator Rick Santorum, Shad Helmstetter, John Ashcroft and others referenced in this book are "in on it" and corrupt? No, I believed that many good people have had their credibility used to promote something that has none. Their reaction to these revelations will reveal their true character. When President-elect George Bush was running for President, his opponents said he was a candidate of the rich elite, not of the people. I did not believe this, but the proof will be in his reaction to these revelations. Will he look out for the many honest, hard working people who put him in office? Although he and Attorney General John Ashcroft had taken campaign contributions from Amway related people or entities, I believed they would do the right thing. This certainly may be a defining moment of his presidency. It is time to clean house. I would be glad to meet with them if it will help end this.

Is there punishment for white collar, systematic fraud in America? There was a case of this recently. William McCorkle and his wife, Chantal, had run a very successful infomercial since 1992 on real estate investing. They shot film clips in front of a luxury home, on a yacht, with a Lamborghini Diablo and on a private jet. This gave the illusion that they had created tremendous wealth at a young age, investing in real estate. The problem is that they made very little at all in real estate. What they did was sell an estimated $72 million dollars¹ in videotapes, audiotapes and seminars. Is this sounding familiar? Seventy two million dollars is a lot, but it is child’s play, compared to the billions Amway has reaped in collaboration with its kingpin distributors. Apparently, the initial seminar courses were just a "come on" to buy more and more books, tapes and videos in McCorkle’s system of success until many had nothing left. For all their crimes, William and Chantal were sentenced to a harsh 24 years in prison with no possibility for parole, due to stiff Federal guidelines. The global fraud revealed in this book is nearly identical in nature to that committed by the McCorkles. The only difference seems to be that the McCorkles have been stopped from plundering the public and have had to face justice. Perhaps they should have spent more time with religious and political leaders.

What is the truth here? I do not expect you to robotically accept everything that you have read. I challenge you to accept none of it on face value. Think for yourself! Draw your own conclusions. Go to www.Amway.com and see what they have to offer. Go to an e-commerce recruitment meeting for Quixtar. Talk to distributors. Ask to see their last three years’ tax returns. A good accountant would insist that you check the financial history of any business before making a lifetime investment of your time and money. Don’t accept any lame excuses such as, "Well, you can make more than me, so I won’t show you." Demand to see the real tax returns and figures or walk away. Amway and Quixtar would both most likely close their doors if they were ever forced to publish the true net income of their distributors.

Knowing all that has been revealed in these pages, I still am an unlikely whistle blower. I am non-confrontational in nature. Perhaps I have taken this punishing course of action because I still embrace the qualities this business claimed it stood for: character, integrity, free enterprise, and success through servant hood to others. I brought many people that I loved, including my own father, into this business predicated upon those qualities. Unfortunately, it appears that the Amway business has long since been devoid of any of these characteristics. In my opinion, many of the people involved with the Amway, Quixtar and their related motivational organizations are some of the most dishonest, wholly corrupt, morally bankrupt people I have ever been associated with. It seems clear that Amway and Quixtar are knowingly the gatekeepers for highly destructive cults. They are collaboratively, with their Kingpin distributors, Merchants of Deception.

Not long ago, rescuers were searching the smoldering carnage left in the wake of the World Trade Center and Pentagon terrorist attacks. This violent terrorist group attempted to destroy our hope and our freedoms. America will respond and hunt down those responsible and will make every effort to protect us from these foreign evildoers. However, most great civilizations have fallen from within. Families, who lost loved ones, and those being laid off in varying sectors of our economy, now, have a very real economic need. They are prime targets for repulsively twisted, flag waving, "God loving" motivational organizations with a wonderful, new "opportunity to share". Will our government allow these poor people to once again be victimized?

There is now another scourge sweeping our nation. It is domestic, financial terrorism. In a single moment, we are seeing entire lifetimes of savings wiped out by corrupt corporate thieves. Some have amassed billions through fraud. As each company like Enron, Worldcom, Adelphia Cable, Global Crossing falls, so does the livelihood and savings of thousands. Something far more sinister is occurring in light of this. Faith in our stocks and the free market, capitalist system that built this country is eroding. Will this administration continue to "look the other way" since the Republicans have been the largest political benefactors of the Amway and Quixtar motivational fraud? The FBI and the prosecutor’s office have had the information contained in this book for three years as of this writing. Pennsylvania Attorney General Mike Fisher’s staff has refused to take any action on this fraud despite formal complaints I have made along with the documentation provided in this book. Mike Fisher is now running for governor. Perhaps his donation record is loaded with Amway Kingpin funds as was Senator Rick Santorum’s. Perhaps a full disclosure running platform for re-election should be "Donations accepted-hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil".

The individuals and entities involved are far from nameless or faceless. They are not a cunning foe that need to be tracked down at night in the caves of Tora Bora. We know who they are and what they do. They are truly American economic terrorists and their activities threaten our very way of life. Through the Amway and Quixtar motivational organizations, will we knowingly allow fraud and cultism to be an ongoing American export to the very countries that look to us for hope?

They stand metaphorically before you now. Some of the Diamonds are crowded onto a walled playground. They have a bag of candy in one hand and a Bible and an American flag in the other. Their pants and skirts are down around their ankles. They are panting and drooling in anticipation. The school bell rings and ownership family members come in from Amway/Quixtar to pull the heavy gates open and kindly greet the children as they come running and laughing into the playground. Their warm smiles vanish as they slam the steel doors shut as the frenzied, terror-filled screaming begins. The local politicians close their windows to drown out the annoying sound of their constituents screaming for help. When the children have been abused to the point that they are completely silent, the gatekeepers swing the heavy doors open. They walk happily to the shower rooms with the Diamonds to change out of their blood-spattered clothing. They can be heard humming "God Bless America" from the playground. Soon they emerge in tuxedos and gowns and disappear into waiting limousines for the $10,000-a-plate fund-raisers with local political and religious leaders. The children crawl alone, quietly away. The final chapter of this story has yet to be written. The playground is open and the silent children can only hope for help.

When the playground is closed I will find peace.