Child XEvocative . . . Intimate yet universally resonant . . . a powerful memoir that takes us down the darkest corridors of Scientology. Kirkus Reviews Hey, kid. Kid. A voice in the darkness of the slum dorm. I awoke to my stale, bare mattress. It was midnight. The arm of a male nanny reached into the closet where my bed was, roughly jostling me. You have to get up. Theyre coming. A prosperous Black family that rose from the ashes of American slavery. A