Williams Expounds...

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Deputation 1986: Notice the increase from 62 supporting churches to 129, while the number of students decreased.

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Beth Williams

I was a student at HH in August of 1981. I was the girl that ran away during the transportation process from the new house he was building to the School Street house.
I do feel lucky after I read some of these stories and see the duration that some people were at HH. It was about 10PM on a Saturday night, we were holding hands getting out of a van in the driveway of the School Street house, I broke away and ran. I remember staff member keys clanking and dangling as they ran after me yelling, get her, get her, etc. I ran through back yards, jumped fences, etc. The next day I could not walk. I ran into a couple who had been in bed, but decided to get up and go out to get a soda from the pop machine that was near a park at the bottom of a hill. I ran to them, screaming help me, help me, and they took me into their home, cared for me, and let me use their phone, etc. so I could make contact with family and friends who did not know where I had disappeared to. I think it was a miracle that they happened to come along, after going to bed but for some reason, they decided to go outside. They were my angels and helped me. I am forever thankful because I was only 17, desperate and full of panic, in a dark city two or three states away from my home, and who knows where I would have ended up if it would not have been for them.

Tracy Cormack

I was a student at HH from 1989-1990. I was sent there by my adoptive mom who had abused me since I was 4. She broke my arm 3-4 times and disfigured my arm so that now it is 3 inches shorter. That isn’t even the worst of it all. Anyways, I was sent there when I was 13 and I might as well have been home with my mother. I was spanked regularly. Remember me stating about my arm well the chair was shoved on me and pushed up so that my arm was above my head and my arm does not have that kind of range of motion. So before the beatings start I was already in pain. I remember my head being shoved onto the floor because I didn’t see the peice of dust that the staff member saw because I questioned her on why I failed. Food was withheld if chores were not and we forced to drink so broth looking junk. We had millions of pills to take. My period did not come for 6 months at least. BM charts were filled out. We also had to fill out period charts of when we started and stopped. No privacy at all. I was held back in school because I was not up to the grade level that I should have been. Then to beat all one of the former staff members moved back home to my hometown and became a member of my church. Every time I saw her I was lectured on what I was taught at HH and was drilled on why I was not following Ron Williams teachings. Then was told I was a sinner still and going to hell because God didn’t approve of me wandering away from what I taught. I guess if the williams knew that I am divorced and gay then I would be on the fast track to hell. I know what God says and is about. He is about love and forgiveness not pain and retribution. He doesn’t think women are second class citizens and I really doubt he thinks you should beat an infant into submission. Maybe Ron’s problem is that he didn’t get beat enough when he was a kid. What’s up with the money thing? Is that how they supported their brewed of children? I often wandered how they got to eat meat every night while we ate salads, swiss chard, and mystery soup. Now I know. I do remember some of the williams children being nice like Daniel and Aaron but the rest were something else.