Word: rayner
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Yager started Children of the Underground in the late '80s when she parted ways with another underground, based in Mississippi and run by Lydia Rayner. Like Rabun, Rayner loves Faye's passion and deplores her methods. Hiding children is discreet business, but Faye is a moth after the hot lights of news and talk shows. Geraldo, Sally Jessy Raphael, you name a show and she was there in Fabulous Faye getups, ranting not just about pervert dads but at times including homosexuals, Masons, judges and satanic cults on her list of unholy conspirators. She once said 70% of her cases...
...When she did media, some of the things she said were exaggerated," Rayner says. "Like extremely exaggerated, and I said, 'You can't do this, Faye. You can't say something that's not true, then change the story. You have to have credibility.'" Faye says Rayner's exaggerations, not her own, got them in trouble...
...bigger concern, Rayner says, echoing Rabun, was that Faye took on cases indiscriminately, and as a consequence the organization drew lashes from screaming dads, the FBI and attorneys who slapped huge lawsuits on them. It was important, Rayner says, that they harbor only women and children in the most obvious cases of horrible sexual abuse and judicial malpractice. About 350,000 cases of in-family abductions are reported each year in the U.S.--nearly 1,000 a day--and almost every one of them is a complicated mess that can't be easily judged by anyone, as Rayner sees...
...clashed repeatedly before Faye departed. "A couple of times she actually had a molester in hiding," Rayner says. Faye doesn't deny that, but says she turned the bad apples in when she learned the truth about them...
...secrets are as various as the exorcists. In The Blue Suit: A Memoir of Crime, just published by Houghton Mifflin (216 pages; $19.95), Richard Rayner, a British writer now living in Los Angeles, tells of how, while a Cambridge University undergaduate in the 1970s, he drifted into a yearlong crime spree of shoplifting, check forgery, housebreaking and bank fraud--following the mysterious disappearance of his father, who had been sent to jail for embezzlement. The writing is stripped-down Dostoyevsky ("My head itched. Cold sweat ran down my flesh...."), the overall effect as unnerving and oddly exhilarating as the life...