I would certainly like to see what this organization has in my personal file. I seriously doubt that I could view its, unadulterated, contents under any circumstance. Other than, breaking and entering.
A little more than a year ago I was DF'd by the most ignorant assemblage of uneducated and unenlightened committee of clowns that ever slithered into the back room of a Kingdom Hall.
After a serious encounter between an elder's son and my four year old boy, who was seriously and deliberately injured, I was admonished to keep my mouth shut, stay away from the police, and not let the incident be known to any other members of the congregation who may have other small children at risk of harm by the eldere's sadistic son. I was guaranteed that justice would be forthcoming, within the congregation. After waiting for more than six months I asked the P.O. what had been done. He informed me, "This elder and the rest of the elder-body was not accountable to me for anything!" That's when "it" hit the fan.
I was in college at that time, and writing a regular editorial and opinion column for a local newspaper. I was summoned into the back room of the Kingdom Hall for erroneous purpose and charged with "Serving two masters" because I was a Witnees who was writing opinion, and only the Governing Body was authorized and ordained to issue opinion on anything. I asked the committee of elders if they had ever read any of my columns. I couldn't believe it when they all said, "No!"
It took severeal months but, my anger at their abject stupidity changed to JOY! All of my family is either now inactive or disassociated from this entire congregation and organization of morons. I was DF'd for exercising the same First Amendment Rights that insures their very existence.
Was I apostate? No! Am I now? Vociferously so!
I may write a book on this Organization, but it could never compare to "Crisis of Conscience."
But, my basic instinct for truth and justice might compell me to seek out my personal information secretly cloistered in the Hallowed Kingdom Hall. My grandparents were Sicilian, from the old country. I learned how to make people "offers they can't refuse" at a very early age. But, it's really not worth the effort. Because, "They can't hurt me anymore!"