| Dear devotees, pamho, agtSP I hope you don't mind that I share this letter with you (I got Adama'spermission). Y.s. Hariballabha dd luxury boutique hotels Chania---------- Forwarded Message ---------- Letter COM:2099273 (50 lines) From: Internet: Adam and Easter Christopher Date: 16-Feb-99 07:06 Reading accommodationTo: VY (Vaisnava Youth) [1886] Cc: Hariballabha (dd) HKS (Berlin - D) [7250] Reference: Text COM:2095099 by Internet: Radharani McAlpine Subject: Dhanurdhar Beating ------------------------------------------------------------ Hi everyone, I just got back from India. I went (paid for by CKI) to present to theGBC why they should continue to support CKI and the office of childprotection in ISKCON. While I was in Mayapur I discovered an old aquantance of mine and manyof yours. Dhanurdhar was staying in an apartment directly across from meand I saw him on his balcony one day. A few hours later I went over totalk to him at the apartment which belonged to one of his disciples. Irequested to speak privately and we went to Dhanurdhar's room. Alonetogether, I began telling him all the shit I'd wanted to tell him foryears. How his actions toward us fomented a deepseated hatred againsthim. How his actions were EVIL and by his own philosophy a person isjudged by his actions, so that makes him an evil person. Allowing forthe possibility that a person can change, he still has not adequatelyatoned for his actions in the past. I told him about the various ways inwhich he abused me directly and indirectly and how it continued toaffect me to this day. Over all I was yelling at him for over an hour.Then I brought up the subject of my sexual abuser. They found out that abrahmachari in Vrindavan was molesting me. Dhanurdhar and Niragadev cameand confronted me with it. I refused at the time to admit to anythingfor fear of being beaten. Within a month, the guy was gone fromVrindavan. I hadn't known where he'd gone to until this trip. He'd beensent from Vrindavan where he'd molested at least one kid for over a yearcontinuously to New Mayapur, France where he was made a teacher andcontinued to molest and rape children (girls and boys). Dhanurdhartreated this subject, which was a total surprise to him, withcallousness. (My impression is that he had calculated responses to thevarious issues he expected to face and was delivering them at me withsurprising effectiveness. I almost believed the guy was sincere untilthis.) I lost my temper, grabbed his walking stick (which was about thesize of a kids baseball bat) and hit him with it. I hit him twice, onceon each leg, all the while yelling at him. At this point, the guy in theother room comes running and opens the door and tries to intervene. Ishoved him out of the room and kicked the door shut so hard it crackedthe frame. I then hit Dhanurdhar one more time as hard as I could in thearm, threw the stick down and left in disgust. I did not try to kill Dhanurdhar. I did not hit him in the head or face.I delivered to him as he'd done to me many times over the years. It wascathartic for me and now I feel that my business with him is finished.I wish you all the best in your lives. Adam In another statement Adam (Bhakta Visvareta) wrote: The whole reason I posted as soon as I got home was because I knew someone would hash rumours without knowing the true story. There were only 2 people in the room, me and Dhanurdhara Swami. What I posted is exactly how it occurred. My vision may have been blurred by rage, but I certainly did not attempt to kill him: I didn't hit him anywhere vital, nor did I attempt to. A further point that I made before is that he would do that kind of beating to me and worse in a day. In Dallas, every kid would get beaten with a stick 10 whacks every day to help burn karma faster and punish us for the stuff we did and got away with. When I first got to Vrindavan, he would beat me every day because I wouldn't obey him fast enough. It turned out that I could barely function because I was suffering from an accute case of jaundice. Basically I got beaten every day by this guy because I was ill. |