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"At last evil and corruption take over," Mearth laughed icily, her eyes filled with a wild glow. "Someday you'll become so unstable that you'll kill anyone you've ever cared about in your life, and when that happens I only hope that you leave any outsider witnesses alone as you fade out of the world." Alecto froze for a moment, completely silent, setting the camera down on the fence and thinking things over. Mandy could see him clearly now that he was on the video, but he looked obscure. "What's on your corrupted mind, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds?" Mearth asked, dropping the wire cutters and stepping closer to him. "I hate you," he answered icily. "Oh, no you don't, you just think you hate me," Mearth insisted, her voice kind, caring, almost loving. "You didn't mean to try and kill me, you've been worn-out by life, you've been alive a very long time, your mind is a storm and your usual insight is gone." Mandy was inclined to agree with Mearth; he looked like a storm, his eyes had dark shadows under them, he was limping when he walked, he was shivering and coughing and his head was leaning to one side slightly. Nonetheless, he still seemed to be able to reason, because when he noticed Mearth's falsely cheerful words he glared at her hatefully, smoke trailing from his cigarette. "I'm going to tell Cheryl what you've done, all those times you tried to kill me, I'll tell her and she'll know what you did," he threatened. "No Sydney Tar Ponds, you won't," Mearth replied softly, "because if you tell her, I'll kill her and you'll have a few more super 8 home videos to add to the collection of celluloid memories." "...You wouldn't," Alecto exclaimed. "If you really do love her, if you really care about her and she's your friend, you'll stay silent," Mearth told him. "You think what I'm doing is cruel, sadistic, but it isn't... you aren't even a real person, you don't understand." Alecto said nothing back to her. The television screen faded to black and Mandy just sat there in the darkness, her expression blank."
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"It was after a Frontline television documentary screened in the US in 1995 that the Freyds' public profile as aggrieved parents provoked another rupture within the Freyd family, when William Freyd made public his own discomfort. 'Peter Freyd is my brother, Pamela Freyd is both my stepsister and sister-in-law,' he explained. Peter and Pamela had grown up together as step-siblings. 'There is no doubt in my mind that there was severe abuse in the home of Peter and Pam, while they were raising their daughters,' he wrote. He challenged Peter Freyd's claims that he had been misunderstood, that he merely had a 'ribald' sense of humour. 'Those of us who had to endure it, remember it as abusive at best and viciously sadistic at worst.' He added that, in his view, 'The False memory Syndrome Foundation is designed to deny a reality that Peter and Pam have spent most of their lives trying to escape.' He felt that there is no such thing as a false memory syndrome.' Criticising the media for its uncritical embrace of the Freyds' campaign, he cautioned:
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