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The is a little bit of the book proposal and sum up of what it’s about…

Mr Oculus


Mr Oculus

 

The tower was sleek and black and glistened in the sun and held the dreams and secrets of many children who had come into the lobby before me.

It was a New York skyscraper next to the freeway, a Yankee tower out of place and wearing all black in the summer in Los Angeles.

The courtyard was dark and cool and a perpetual breeze came in from the 101 and through the mountain pass freeway and through the Cahuenga natural pass.

The tower and studios were built on the side of the old El Camino Real road, on small hills where ghosts of the Spanish missionaries and before them the Indian tribes who had lived there since the ice age still tread.

Every now and then, artifacts are found at excavation sites and on million dollar property remodels left behind by the people who were there before them.

The causeway brought in fresh ocean air from West Los Angeles and then blew into the small pass between the valleys.

On the hotter days, the fresh and cool Santa Monica wind met with the dry and burnt chaparral Mediterranean smoke-smog air trying to escape from the San Fernando Valley.

On the top, a glittering neon amusement park and village promenade with air conditioned theatres and shops, arcades and restaurants beamed down below like a proud electric stage mother holding her hostage to fortune.

The slope of the freeway connected Burbank and the valley and then lowered down as it made its way south and parts split off east to Los Feliz and westward it split off into old side roads near the natural amphitheater of the Hollywood Bowl and finally merging into streets in the city of Hollywood.

 

I looked up at the black tower as I walked in with Mom through the cool and dark windy courtyard towards its belly and the building seem to breathe us in deep and smell us before we came in.

The sky above it was bright, bright denim blue above the dark shadow it threw over the happy entrance to the fun park up the hill.

 

We walked inside.

 

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Dear Lawyers,


 

Ben Stein & George Bush

The man on the left tried to rape me when I was 12.

I told my school in 1988.

I think they covered it up.

 

Per District Attorney Erica Hutchcraft, the FBI took over my case regarding theses child sex crimes. See letter attached. Nobody will call me back.

 

 

Dear Lawyers,

 

LAW OFFICES
GORDON BRAIKER-GORDON
ERIC S. GORDON
BONNIE-BRAIKER GORDON
SPENCER B. GORDON
5308 ALHAMA DRIVE
WOODLAND HILLS, CALIFORNIA 91364-2013

TELEPHONE (818) 710-1511
FACSIMILE (818) 710-1514
SENDER’S E-MAIL:
spencerbgordon@me.com

 

Hi Spencer Gordon,
I stand by my statements.
I will send Linda Hernandez at the City Attorney’s office a copy of this too.
Attached is her correspondence below.
My constitutional rights (state & federal) as the survivor of two violent child sex crimes have been violated repeatedly.
Attached are documents & notations of professionals in California required to report child sex crimes under California state law.
 
Jim is a certified police instructor as well as an expert in Child Sex Crimes.
Francey Hakes is also a child sex crimes expert and I believe she was required to report these crimes as well.
 
I think he was required to report all of these crimes in 2011 when I sent him my book proposal and he gave me a quote for my book.
 
Also, I told him again about my two child sex assaults in 2014 when the Bill Cosby story broke & a possible child kidnapping story that I heard when I was 6 years old but I was not sure if the story was true and I wanted him to check it out.
 
As professional child sex crimes experts & public figures, Jim Clemente & (and I think) Francey Hakes were required to report these crimes in California both in 2011 (*when I sent him my book proposal with the two child sex crimes in 1980 & 1986)  & also in 2014 when I emailed him on Facebook & he replied & then we had a phone conversation & then I sent him a follow up email about the Birch & Steve rape/kidnapping story I told him on the phone & the Ben Stein attempted rape & stalking of a 12 year old & telling my school about it in 1988 at Tomlinson Middle School in Fairfield, CT.
 
I also sent Francey Hakes several emails after I reported Ben Stein regarding Birch & Steve & the similar rape MO of my crimes when I read about the East Area Rapist & asked her to help me.
 
I also emailed Francey in 2017 about the photos I found on Ben Stein’s Facebook account and I believe she was required to report that as well.
 
He led me to believe from that phone call in 2014 that he would report both assaults to the FBI and it was taken care of and they would investigate.
 
I do not remember him telling me to go to the Police immediately & emphatically like Allison Hope Weiner did in 2016 when I told her the Ben Stein story. She told me to file a police report immediately and emphatically in about May 2016
 
I only went in to the police & filed a report in June 2016 after Allison Hope Weiner demanded I go & then I called Jim Clemente to ask him what was going on & told him I was hesitant to go in and it was only then I believe in 2016 that he told me law enforcement couldn’t do anything until I filed a police report.
 
I thought because he was a professional he was required to report these crimes in 2011 & again in 2014 until present & would do the best job he could to help me. 
 
He is an expert witness in child sex crimes and his & Francey’s behavior was horrific to me & I believe I have PTSD from their intimidation and witness tampering.
I have the right to free speech & opinion of my interaction with them as the survivor of a violent child sex crime  ( I came to them for help & the FBI took over that part of my case, see letter from the DA below)  & the state of California has a law called Marsy’s Law.
Please see documents and police reports below & emails to Jim Clemente & Francey Hakes.
Here’s a letter from District Attorney Erika Hutchcraft attached & my police report from both child sex crime attacks & Linda Hernandez of the LA City Attorney’s office Victim’s program Devonshire LAPD division.
With an open case at the FBI, I’m not sure what’s going on but I know I am a child sex crime survivor of two violent child sex crimes.
Jim & Francey’s behavior has horrified/devastated me and I am seeking intense therapy because I think I have PTSD from their & law enforcement’s mistreatment of me & have already been in the emergency room once already this year due to stress regarding Jim Clemente’s misleading behavior over the years & the violations of my Marsy’s rights regarding both of my cases.
I’m seeking legal consul right now regarding my two open child sexual assault cases with the LAPD, FBI & Jim & Francey’s behavior.
Per District Attorney Erica Hutchcraft, the FBI took over my case regarding theses child sex crimes.
I have attached copies from the LA City Attorney’s office regarding my cases & am filing a notice with the LAPD about their behavior as I still am not sure of the status of my attackers who violently assaulted me in 1980 & again in 1986 when Ben Stein stalked me for 2 years.
Jim & Francey’s corruption has devastated my life & they both gave me a lot of misleading information as a mandatory reporters of child sex crimes in California & presented themselves to me & to the public as a child sex crime survivor advocates.
The FBI took over my case (See letter from District Attorney Erika Hutchcraft attached). I  am going to consult with an attorney regarding my Marsy’s rights as a witness/survivor of a what now I think is a federal case & my freedom of speech regarding my rights to tell my story & as a violent child sex crime survivor in a federal case.
  I came to Jim and Francey Hakes for help as they presented themselves to me as child sex crime victim right’s advocates & Jim mislead me for years regarding my cases.
(See my blog for statement,  Erika Hutchcraft’s letter on my twitter timeline re: & Jim & Francey’s behavior with my cases)  & will have my legal consul respond to you.
 Morgain  McGovern
Morgain McGovern
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This letter is addressed to me from Erika Hutchcraft, District Attorney regarding William Birch Davis, Steven Brett Davis’s brother who is still on the loose

 

My 1980 rape by Steven Brett Davis reported 2009

This attack was reported in 1980 by Boston Children’s Hospital & again I reported it in 2009 with LAPD Devonshire with Detective January and again in 2016 at LAPD Van Nuys Courthouse Div with Officer Brandstetter.  I told Jim Clemente about this in 2011 in my book proposal and in 2014 in an email and phone call when I reached out to him. This is the one that the FBI took over; per District Attorney Erika Hutchcraft, June 2017.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Professionals Required to report under CA State Law

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also told Emily Vacher, head of Facebook Child security on twitter about the child photos I found tagged to Ben Stein’s Facebook account and she blocked me. She is also on the board of the NCMEC (National Center for Missing & Exploited Children) I notified them too of Ben Stein’s attempted rape & photos I found & have not had a response .

 

 

Here’s Emily Vacher with one of the Keating 5, Dennis Deconcini.

 

 

 

 

 

Birch & Steve’s case * (*Erika Hutchcraft’s email re FBI looking for Birch)  & Ben Stein’s stalking & assault  are both in this police report filed June 2016 at LAPD Van Nuys East with Officer Brandstetter.  I’ve never met Detective Householder)

 

 

 

September 2009 I filed a police report with Detective January at the LAPD Devonshire division near Northridge, CA where the crime happened in 1980 with William Birch Davis & Steven Brett Davis

Erika Hutchcraft found them in one day in June 2017. On her day off.

She finally found the right family.

 

 

I also adopted an orange cat from the Clemente family & I named him George McGovern.

 

I also adopted an orange cat from the Clemente family & I named him George McGovern.

 

George Jones McGovern

Justice And A Dictionary


brothers grimm tree girl fairy tale

 

 

*Update* August 2017

They told me the wrong man was dead.

Twice.

His brother William Birch Davis is still on the loose.

 

This letter is addressed to me from Erika Hutchcraft, District Attorney regarding William Birch Davis, Steven Brett Davis’s brother who is still on the loose

Viola Beth Davis died July 27th 1975
His father died June 18th, 1972

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Webster’s Dictionary 1947

Justice; jus’tis n. (L. justitia, from justus, just.) The quality of being just; justness; propriety; correctness; rightfulness; just treatment; vindication of right; requital of desert; merited reward or punishment.

“Justice is just a word in the dictionary, Morgain.” A lawyer once told me. He continued, “You can go look it up in a dictionary if it makes you feel better.”

The man named Steve who molested me and attacked the eight year old in front of me when I was six is dead. I am free. Or supposed to be.

The detective in California who is hunting the serial killer told me the man who attacked the eight year old girl in front of me did horrific things to other children. He did terrible things to a lot of people, before and after us.

The other detective got quiet and looked me in the eye and he said, “I believe you.”

He told me he believed me and I started crying in that little room. At forty two, it was the first time I had ever heard anyone tell me that they believed me and that I was doing the right thing. He told me it good thing that I was reporting the attack. It was documented. It happened and I had survived it.

He came back into the little office interview room, the kind you see on Dateline with the weird acoustic polka dots in the walls and handed me a brown paper towel roll, the kind they have at school that cuts your face, to clean up all the tears.

They told me things I intuitively knew, but things I needed to hear that my family refused or was unable to say to me.

The detectives told me he did terrible things before and after us and was a horrible person and as bad as the serial killer they are hunting, he said, but alas, not the same man.

Their stories fit and overlapped each other. They both moved around, they destroyed lives, they attacked people and violated them wherever they went, and they continued to destroy. They did horrific things to people and then they died.

“You let them in your head.” My sister told me. “You weren’t raped.” She said

It was my fault I couldn’t let it go. I let them in my head, it was my fault for not forgetting. I wasn’t a good forgetter. I had a good memory and I remember every horrific thing that happened and the damage that happened.

“Let’s go to Chico’s !!” My aunt said when I told her I wanted to tell the police, just so it was documented and to find out what happened to him and to prevent it from happening to another child. “Nobody will believe the word of a six year old, Morgain.” She said. Then she gave me some Suzanne Somers books.

Some nights I wake up and I feel his hand on my throat, I hold my breath and I am six again.  He’s kneeling by the bed with a flashlight and he looks like Jesus. I’m too scared to move, too scared to breathe, holding my breath so I die so I don’t have to hear the sounds of the eight year old girl being attacked next to me.

He was living in our garage and our mother was in the next room sleeping. He was another drifter my mother had picked up and she already knew he had molested other children, but she needed him to do insurance scams for her. So, it was a tradeoff. He got to attack children and my mom got a proficient henchman.

My aunts lived nearby and visited frequently and they told me when I was an adult that this man terrified them. He terrified me too, but since I was six I couldn’t drive away and go back to my own safe home like they could, I tried to hide in the backseat of their cars when they left so they would take me with them.

Every time my aunt visited our house with her kids, we’d hide with our cousins in the back seat of her car on the floorboards under a blanket and try to go home with her when she was leaving. But she’d learn to check the backseat and halfway back to Aunt Peggy’s house, she’d flip a u turn and we were always marched back up to our own front door, back into the house with the madwoman and the scary pedophile man and whomever else was living with us at the time.

The attack I witnessed changed my view of the world when I was six. Before then, I felt safe when I slept. My cat would sleep on my chest, my sisters and I would snuggle like kittens and fall asleep laughing and whispering, but after the night he came into my bedroom with a flashlight, I never slept well again.

But he is dead. He died two years ago. I am free, or supposed to be.

Owning Your Part, Owning Your Story


Owning Your Part, Owning Your Story

 

(Healing from child abuse when the family is still sick)

More than anything, I would like to erase all of these terrible things that happened from my mind. If I could erase some of these memories right now, I would.

 

But I cannot. Sometimes they come into my bedroom at 4 AM just like the man who lived in the garage did when I was six years old.

 

If anyone who has untreated child abuse issues, know that you are not alone and I hope my story can help you heal, I’m still a work in progress.

 

You know who your friends and advocates are when they’re horrified by the abuse that happened and not the fact that you’re writing about it.

My spitefulness and rebellion saved my life a few times so I think there are some flaws that serve you and some you don’t need anymore as you heal and time goes one.

 

 

Some of my flaws will always be there. I’m okay with my flaws, some I want to get rid of right now but I don’t know if I ever will. They saved my life more than once.

 

 

I’ll never get the apology from my abusers that I want, and I’m learning to live with that and finding healthy people who are good examples of kind and decent human beings.

 

Looking at my own flaws in the stories I write, why I’m angry and how to let that go have been a big part in piecing back together my psyche.

 

 

A big part of my healing is owning my own story and realizing that it takes more than one crazy mother to create this kind of damage, it takes enablers.

 

Holding those who participated in the child abuse accountable is a really important part of healing because you need to cut loose anyone who can’t apologize or acknowledge their parts in family dysfunction.

 

 

My mother’s family willfully looked the other way rather than acknowledge the crimes she was committing against her children and innocent people in society.

 

They still refuse to acknowledge that something really horrific happened and going to the police with these stories was the right thing for me to do. The people my mother associated with were really dangerous and the FBI has taken over one part of my child abuse case.

My aunts still haven’t called me or given the police a statement regarding what they know of my attackers. It would help. But they have not reached out to me regarding the child sex abuse cases and my uncle Bob has written me a letter telling me to never contact him or my aunt again. This was after I told them the FBI took over my child sex abuse case.

 

 

My mother’s family knew of her actions and they had the money to get her the mental help she needed and find us a safe home or placement in a safe foster care. They knew how crazy and dangerous she was before any of us were ever born. My fathers’ family was broken and abusive and lived on the East coast and were not part of our lives.

 

 

My mothers’ family was close by and in our lives and knew of her criminal behavior for years and did nothing.

 

 

It takes a whole family to enable a woman who created such enormous damage, and I knew the family was sick for a long time but decided to detach when her enablers tried to shame her abused children into silence.

 

 

Her family enabled her to create so much more damage than was normal because instead of stepping in and calling child welfare, they were more concerned with people finding out they had a crazy sister. They would’ve had to help her four children or possibly raise them or make the decision to find safe care for them.

 

 

My mother’s sister lived with us for years and also her other sister lived a few miles away and visited weekly. They knew and they came from a family with money with a house in Scarsdale and the means to help us yet they chose not to step in and save us from this madwoman.

 

Watch out for anyone that can’t apologize for horrible behavior or acknowledge their years of dysfunction and/or addiction issues.

 

We all have ugly things we aren’t proud of that weren’t our finest moment…..but accepting our parts and flaws and trying to do better is different than denying any abuse ever happened.

 

 

 

Telling your niece not to go to the police to report a child sex crime from when she was six years old because nobody would believe her was wrong.
I’m glad I didn’t listen to my aunt when she told me not to report these crimes and tuned into my rebellious nature instead.
My flaws have saved me from more danger than my family ever did.

 

 

~Morgain McGovern

Open Letter To “Victims Advocates”


An Open Letter To “Victims Advocates”

Next time a child sex assault survivor comes to you for help or guidance tell them this, “I’m not really a victim’s advocate, I just play one on TV….Like a spokesperson or Access Hollywood host. I have no intention of getting involved authentically and risk losing out on my gravy train, but here’s a list of 5 resources you can call for actual help.”

There. It’s easy. You didn’t have to do anything and you didn’t waste their time.

Also, if you want find out what they know and use sexual assault victims to further your agenda, and pretend like you’re going to help them, please follow the basic decency rules below. 

  1. Don’t interrupt survivors while they’re trying to read their sexual assault statement out loud to you for the first time to tell them their child rape story is boring and to take parts out.

2. Don’t call sexual assault victims “conspiracy theorists” if they’ve been attacked as a child by someone who is from Washington D.C. and by someone who has worked in the White House.

3. Don’t string someone along or give them misleading cues that you actually are going to do something worthwhile to stop evil with your vast resources, privilege, connections and professional experience.

        4. Do tell sexual assault victims who come to you for help that you’re not going to help them or do anything to jeopardize your narrative, ego or cash flow from the studios immediately so they can move on and find someone who can.

There’s a bunch of good lawyers and advocates in the world who’ve accomplished great things for America and democracy, but it’s not you.

Thank you,
Morgain

 

 

Open Letter To Press And Law Enforcement Regarding Ben Stein The Pedophile


 

 

All the crazy Pizzagate people are confused because my story is real with witnesses & it’s a Republican pedophile.

Again.

 

This letter is addressed to me from Erika Hutchcraft, District Attorney regarding William Birch Davis, Steven Brett Davis’s brother who is still on the loose

McGovernFamilyArticleBenStein

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jim Clemente Angel List

I think he was going to make me an offer. He strung me along for 2 years and kept me quiet.

 

Rainbow Jim C Text Dec 2016

 

 

 

*Update* July 2017

I found out Jim Clemente has a multi- podcast deal with Wondery Media which is owned by Fox News Corp (Ben Stein’s longtime Network).

I think this is why he gave me misleading information and waited two years (after I told him about the attacks) to tell me that I needed to report Ben Stein to the police, and that was only after I told him that I told his colleague Allison Hope Weiner the Ben Stein story.

 

 

 

I am okay with not being okay with any part of this situation.

 

If anyone thinks I’m crazy, it’s ok.

 

Trying to tell this story is not easy. 

 

Telling this story is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. 

 

 

 

 

 

Me&Mom1984

Here is my public statement regarding my experiences with Ben
 Stein when I was 12 and 13 years old as a child actor and recently trying to
 report him and another sexual assault to law enforcement starting in 2009

 

 

Everyone told me coming forward about Ben Stein

would ruin my acting career and life.

 

 

 

 

*Update* May 19th, 2017 12:47 PM

2 more people have come forward with similar stories of Ben Stein stalking underage girls, total of 4  (Four total) people with disturbing stories of his predatory behavior.

 

March 25th, 2017 6PM PST

*Update* Two people have come forward to me since I went public.

Any information will be kept confidential and/or I urge all people to go to the police first with whatever information they have about Ben Stein.

Either way I stand with you. I will tell you what my experience has been like dealing with the cops and Feds and press.

I honestly don’t know what the laws are regarding all of this stuff.

If you don’t want to come forward and have had a horrific experience like mine and you see a piece of shit like him on TV and you know who they really are, know you are not alone and all survivors of child sexual assault are with you.

RAINN has resources and also try your local colleges for backup therapy on a sliding scale.

But if it’s 3AM and If it brings up bad memories, I suggest cranking music and singing or writing or try refinishing the kitchen cabinets, do it as loud as you can, it helps.
Thank you,

Morgain

 

 

 

I had a traumatic experience when I was 12 and 13 
years old from 1986-1987 in California and Connecticut with a
 celebrity pedophile who used his status to groom, stalk and exploit me and later on asked me to sleep with him when I was in the 7th grade. He knew how old I was.

He is an economist/political speechwriter/pundit/
journalist named Ben Stein who is currently a correspondent
 with CBS Sunday Morning News.

A police report was filed in June of 2016 at the Van Nuys Police station regarding the child sex crimes committed by Ben Stein in California  (with Officer Brandstetter and I spoke briefly on the phone with a Det Housefelder) and info is above and on file with the LAPD.

I would like law enforcement or a children’s advocacy group/
union/SAG to start an investigation of Ben Stein and his
 ongoing predatory, pedophiliac behavior.

 I want to make sure that I clarify this in my statement and make 
as clear as possible the urgency of this situation after what I 
discovered recently with photos posted of children overseas
 linked to his Facebook account. I found photos of infants and children. The girls were about 6-10 years old and had a lot of makeup on.

 The recently tagged children’s photos of children and 
infants in other countries that link to Ben Stein’s personal Facebook page and
 several articles about a pregnant woman he harassed on
 social media and the internet recently are disturbing and
 have all documented and can upload to you.

 

 

 

 

This story and situation affects a lot of industries and 
institutions. In my part of this story, we moved a lot and it’s over 
a long period of time. I tried to edit this as clearly as I can and
 cut down as much as possible.

This all started coming out when I started writing and  got a
 literary agent (Jill Marr, at Sandra Dijkstra in Del Mar) in 2010 and finally reported Ben Stein in
 2014 to Jim Clemente and told him about my experiences with Ben Stein.

I have written about my experiences online on my blog 
with Ben Stein at first not naming him due to fear, and 
reported him to a retired FBI Agent Jim Clemente in
 November of 2014 when the Bill Cosby story came out.

I met/worked Jim Clemente  sometime in 2007 when I was a stand in for the character 
Garcia on Criminal Minds for four years; from 2007-2011. He and Kirsten Vangsness both were supportive and 
gave me a quote for my book and blog after I got a literary
 agent.

I started writing about Ben Stein privately in 2009, but emailed
 a retired FBI agent and former co-worker named Jim Clemente 
in Nov 2014 about my experiences being groomed and stalked 
by Ben Stein when the Bill Cosby story came out.

I came forward to Jim Clemente in 2014 when the Bill
 Cosby story came out because he was an expert in child sex
 crimes and dealing with pedophiles.

Jim Clemente told me he would report Ben Stein to the FBI in 2014. I do not remember him telling me to file a police report in 2014, he may have but I don’t think he did, he told me he would notify the FBI during that phone call.

A year and a half later, he told me to file a police report in 2016 after I commented on Allison Hope Wiener’s show “Crime Time” did a report on Elijah Wood, child actors & pedophiles. She replied and was adamant that I go to the police ASAP and file a report. I did not want to file one and he spoke to me on the phone and told me I needed to go in in June 2016.

I feel like Jim Clemente completely failed me after my experiences coming to him as an adult survivor of child sex abuse after what happened from 2014-2017.

He told me my child rape story was boring in June of 2016 when I called him to read him my statement.  I called him to read this to him because I thought he was a friend and advocate; and he interrupted me and told me to leave parts out.  I was trying to read him my sex abuse statement to him out loud for the first time ever, to anyone, before I went to the police in 2016 to file a police report.

Jim Clemente is not a bad person, he just has a different personality and one you need to do the kind of job he does, but I was shocked and really upset with the way he handled the phone conversation.

They should have a survivor’s advocate take the statement from people who come forward and not people who aren’t good with victims/survivors because someone else would’ve hung up and not gone back and never trusted a cop or Fed again.

The LAPD guy (Brandstetter)  at the station was the same gruff way and attitude, but he also tried to be kind in his own way.

Jim C. recently told me that he is busy with other projects and has health issues and cannot help me with this case.

After I found out about the Paterno report he did, I got really angry & we had a falling out. I feel that Paterno knew and covered for Sandusky and I did not know that he endorsed Paterno and his behavior with his report when I came to him. I never would have come to Jim Clemente if I had known about the report he did for Sandusky/Paterno case but I thought he was a victims advocate and my faith in him has been completely shattered.

Jim Clemente and Ben Stein both work for CBS and other major studios so I also think there’s a conflict of interest & creates problems and I believe the studios already know about Ben Stein and his predatory behavior.

I wish him the best with his life and health and am thankful for the time he spent on this but it’s not enough. Ben Stein is still on TV on CBS and FOX news.

I am reaching out so law enforcement or the press can investigate what I found online linked to Ben Stein’s Facebook pages and make sure he is exposed for what is his.

I want to protect other child actors and children in the
 entertainment  industry and expose his predatory behavior.

I want to change the way children audition in the entertainment industry,
 and also with the people who immediately surround them in the
 casting process and at all times on set.
I believe he is still targeting children and/or child actors and he still has predatory behavior due to my recent discoveries online.

Another person came forward to me (via Twitter when I 
went public with his name in January 2017) with their 
experiences with him as well and her account of Ben Stein’s
 stalking of she and her friends.

I believe that he’s a pedophile and/or predator and should be 
evaluated by a professional and/or law enforcement and he and 
his wife should never work with children. Ever.
I believe his predatory behavior and status conferral of the
 media have given him an exploitative advantage over children,
 because of my personal experiences with him

A thorough investigation should be done with the photos I 
discovered online linked to him, his background and his
 employers and colleagues and especially any children or
 children’s shows who have worked with him in the
 entertainment industry.

 

When I was 12 & 13 years old and in the 6th & 7th grades, Ben Stein groomed me, took photos of me at his home and paid 
me $50 with a personal check for them, brought me in for auditions at Universal 
Studios in a quid pro quo situation with the photos, stalked me
 over state lines, sent my mother cash to fly me out alone to
 California, offered me gifts and shopping, and then asked me to 
have sex with him and spend the night overnight at his hotel with him when he was visiting a nearby city (Manhattan) when I
 was 13 years old in the 7th grade.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Details and timeline

Sherman Oaks, CA
House on Morrison Street by the
 Galleria 1986
This all took place from about

May-December 1986

We were on the road by Dec 15th from California to  Connecticut, because
 on my thirteenth birthday and we stopped in Albuquerque, NM  on 
12/15/86 and my sister bought me a ring from the Indians.

 

May-June 1986
Sherman Oaks

Los Angeles Herald Tribune Article

Ben Stein wrote two separate articles that were published in the Los Angeles Herald 
Tribune about my mother and our family in 1986  (Articles I can
 email you or at LA Downtown Library on microfilm which is where some of these articles were found) and I have
 documentation and photos I can email you.

There were other adults, my mother’s friend from Balcom Street, Jodie Avery, who was there when he came over.

I think Ben Stein came over once or maybe twice to our house on Morrison Street.
After I met him when he came to our house to interview my
 mother and our family and some of the random people living at 
our house, he offered to help me become a working actor and 
told me he could get me a job on a TV show like Charles in
 Charge.

When I was 12,  Ben Stein brought 
me in to Universal to Al Burton’s office at the bottom of
 Universal Studios.

I thought getting a job as an actor on a TV when I was 12 would help my family out of poverty.

A lot of checks started coming in from people who read the
 articles and thought my mom was a saint for taking care of all 
these unwanted kids.

Checks started coming to our house because he wrote an article about how great my mother was and took care of vulnerable children when in reality she was a con artist and exploited teenage kids to do her scams for her.

My mother knew he was a pedophile and used me as bait to extort money from him.
I was born in Los Angeles, California to a performing family.
 My father was a Broadway actor which is how I became a child 
actor.

Most of my parent’s friends and all people I knew as a
 child and my friends and siblings all went to auditions and were 
performers and/or worked in the entertainment business or arts 
so I have been going to child acting auditions since infancy and
 performing is part of my human fabric.
My mother has borderline personality disorder and was
 frequently arrested. My father was on theatre tours mostly and/
or working or not home and we moved frequently and
 she was in and out of jails (and later prisons).

I have participated in arts and the performing arts since I was an 
infant and later on was represented by a SAG child agent and
 performed in an early Disney kid’s game show in 1983.
My love for acting is how Ben Stein exploited me, in the 
beginning.

There was an enormous amount of dysfunction at my home at 
the time and my mother was frequently arrested and mentally ill
 and also had untreated pill addictions. We moved about every three
 months to a new house or state.

Sometimes we would live in motels or hotels and on stolen credit cards or stolen rental cars.
He only brought me in to audition at Universal Studios after I
 had let him take photos of me at his home in the hills and his 
wife (Alexandra Denman) was home that day and I met her.
  She did not look me in the eye. She was in the kitchen.

My sister Nora and mother came to the “photo shoot” too.

Taking Photos at his house in the hills of Sherman Oaks, CA 
June-July 1986

I think it was June of 1986 when this happened.
He took a special interest in me at the original interview of our
 family at our house on Morrison street with my sisters and my 
mother for the article in the LA Herald Tribune and I told him I
 wanted to be an actress and he said he had a nephew who lived 
back east who was my age and he would think I was pretty.

I
 was my mother’s “golden child” and pet.

He called our house a few weeks or days after the interview and
 told me that he wanted to show his nephew how pretty
 California girls were and wanted to take photos of me by his
 pool at his house.

It might have been after the article came out and the checks were
 coming in and we had groceries and everyone was happy 
because they thought I was going to get on a TV show and save
 the family from poverty.

He requested that I wear a bikini to take the photos but my
 mother said I must wear shorts and and t shirt and he agreed.

My younger sister Nora came too and he did not take photos of
 her because he didn’t think she was “cute” enough.

Ben Stein’s wife, Alexandra Denman, is on the board of the
 California Children’s Law Center and works with vulnerable 
children and she was home the day he took photos of me by the 
pool and paid me $50 with a personal check when I was 12.

After we left, my mother said I should be grateful because my
 sister worked at Solley’s deli and she had to work really hard for
 $50.

I believe A. Denman is complicit with his exploitation of
 children. His wife should not be working with children because
 she was home the day he took photos of me and it was not
 normal behavior of the auditioning process.
Nor is it professional for any producers or directors when 
working with children to ask of kids in bikini’s at their home and 
not in an office.

 

Universal Studios

Auditons

Al Burton’s Office

 

After I let him take photos of me, he then brought me in for 
auditions at Universal Studios to Al Burton’s office and I also 
met his assistant, Steve Stark, and read with him a few times and 
kept in touch with him as an actor over the years.

I think I came in for 2-3 auditions at Universal in Al Burton’s
 office on the first floor at the base of Universal Studios.

They had an outside office patio where Steve Stark took photos of me at the office for casting in one of their T Shirts for a show called “Together We Stand”.

Mr. Stark was really kind and professional and supportive of my 
book later and tried to help me find a platform but to no avail 
and he said they passed on my story in 2005, this was before I
 started writing my book and I have the email correspondence.

We moved about a month after these auditions because my mother got arrested again and she decided it was time to move across the country to Connecticut.

 

 

 

Sherman Oaks, CA to Westport, CT
 House on Greens Farms Road (243)
by ocean inlet (details in original June 2016 statement given to LAPD)

1986-1987
After we moved to Westport, Connecticut in December 1986
 and into 1987 (about two or three months after the Universal
 auditions)  I was a student in the 7th grade at Long Lots middle
 and elementary school in Westport. CT.
He (Ben Stein) contacted my mother via telephone and she spoke to him mostly. I only spoke to him a few times on the phone and the last time in CT is when he asked me to sleep with him.

The last time I spoke to him in Westport, CT sometime in early
 1987 when it was dark early outside and crowded house was on
 the radio station every 5 minutes, is when he called and asked to
 speak with me and told me he was coming back East to NYC 
and asked me to meet him in the city and “sleep” with him when
 I was 13 years old.

I was in the 7th grade at Long Lots Middle
 School.

I believe he used the words “sleep in the same bed and
sleep at my hotel in the city” or something to those words but
basically I was offered a shopping trip and to sleep with him
overnight in his hotel room in the city with him, by myself and
 nobody else.
He asked me on the phone,  when I was in the 7th grade, in Westport CT, with witnesses in the room, to meet 
with him in Manhattan and offered to take me shopping and buy
 me gifts and asked me if I would like to sleep with him 
overnight in his hotel in Manhattan after we went shopping.

His intent was clear and he was treating me like I was his girlfriend. I was in the 7th grade and he was in his forties.

 

I was really nervous and told him I’d have to ask my mom.

 

 

1987-1988 We moved from Westport to Fairfield 
Connecticut
 Hoydens Hill Lane or Road by the Black Rock Dam and
Golf Course
 Red Farm House


**REPORTED BEN STEIN TO SCHOOL IN 1988
 TOMLINSON MIDDLE SCHOOL, FAIRFIELD CT**


 

I believe I snapped sometime in Spring 1988 when I was 13-14
in the 8th grade at Tomlinson Middle school when my little 
sister was upset in the 7th grade and I didn’t want to leave our 
farmhouse in CT and my mother couldn’t find a job and I knew
she was going to start conning people again. Weird people
 started living in our yard again.

 


I reported Ben Stein’s stalking behavior to my school in
 Connecticut a year later in 1988 at Tomlinson Middle School in
 Fairfield, CT, because there was so much pain and trauma at 
home and my mother was so dangerous, I went to the guidance
 counselors at the school to tell them everything I knew about my
 mother’s illegal activities, arrests, police, child sexual abuse,
 Ben Stein and the trauma at home.


After I burst into the counselors office and told them everything,
the guidance counselors from Tomlinson middle school took us
  (myself, age 13-14 and my little sister Nora 12-13) Got my little 
sister out of class around 1-3pm and drove us from Fairfield to a
 separate admin school building in Bridgeport, CT and were 
upset at what I had told them and what my little sister Nora had 
confirmed.

I think I told them everything and the counselors and 
psychiatrist tape recorded my Ben Stein story, the grooming,
 photos taken that started in Los Angeles and then we moved to
 Connecticut and he continued to pursue me and sent money to
 my mother and asked me on the phone to meet him in the city
 and spend the night with him in Manhattan after he took me 
shopping.

I believe I originally reported Ben Stein’s harassment in the 8th
 grade but due to the chaos at my home and now believe I had
 some sort of trauma and shock and denial going on at the time,
 we moved a few weeks later up to the woods in the Adirondacks 
and not sure what exactly I told them, but I think I told them everything including Ben Stein.

I remember my mom coming to pick us up at the counselors
 office in Bridgeport and she was supposed to go back but we
 moved right after that. I remember her yelling at me on the ride 
home that it was my fault we had to move again but we were 
already getting evicted from the farmhouse.
He contacted my mother via telephone at the Fairfield house and she spoke to him only at that house.

I only spoke to him a few times on the phone and the last time in CT is when he asked me to sleep with him.

 

I confronted Ben Stein later in California when I was 19  via telephone and he pretended like he didn’t remember me or my family after I met with Al Burton again sometime between 1993-1995 for another actor/producer meeting at his office on Miracle Mile when I was about 19-20 years old and lived in Valencia and was a waitress.
At the meeting on Miracle Mile office, Al Burton gave me Ben Stein’s phone number and told me to call him, I hung up the phone after confronting Ben Stein and that was the last time I spoke to him.

 

Everyone told me to let it go because he was really powerful in Hollywood and later on had his own game show on Comedy Central with Jimmy Kimmel.

 

 

 

May-June 2016-

**June 2016**

June, 2016. At the urging of Allison Hope Weiner and after the phone call with Jim Clemente, I went to the Van Nuys Police station and reported to LAPD and filed a police report about Ben Stein’s child aggravation and exploitation in 1986 and 1987 to Detective
 Brandstetter and Housefelder at the Van Nuys LAPD.

When the Elijah Wood comments last year came out in the 
media I contacted Jim Clemente again after a social media post,
 and asked him if I should go to the police and file a report 
because Alison Hope Weiner (a journalist and lawyer) saw my 
comment on social media about being mentally and spiritual
ly violated by a celebrity pedophile when I was a child actor, she
 and said I needed to go to the police and file a report 
immediately.
So I called Jim and asked him if I needed to and he encouraged 
me to go to the police and tell them what happened. He said if there ever was a trial on another child assault case regarding Ben Stein, I would have to testify about my experience.

I read him my statement and then went in and met with Det. Brandstetter and think I spoke to a Det Housefelder, and they gave me a copy of the police report.

I don’t know why  he didn’t tell me to go originally in 2014 when I told him about Ben Stein, I don’t think he is a bad person, Jim Clemente, I think he was busy and I have a really chaotic back story and he also gave me a quote for my book.

I don’t remember him telling me to go file a report when I told him in 2014, only that he would tell the FBI about Ben Stein.
At first I was hesitant and fearful to go to the LAPD and file an 
actual report because of the stress, risk to my new business/pet
 hotel, acting, my book, my friends and family, my reputation,
 stress, stress for my family’s reputation and also my personal 
safety dealing with a man of his status and predatory nature
 because he’s someone that stalked a 12 year old girl from a
 vulnerable, dysfunctional family.
I had finally found happiness in my life and pet sitting business
 and but because of what happened to me I knew I had to come 
forward about this horrible man and his behavior due to my
 conscience and what I discovered recently about him.

This year 2017

I have come forward publicly with his name and
 have tried to email all news outlets that he has worked for and
 also his wife is on the board of the California Children’s Law
 Center and works with vulnerable children.

I have emailed Leslie Hemioff and California Children’s Law Center where Alexandra Denman (Ben Stein’s wife) is on the board and have not heard back from them.
My sister Nora and most of my family relatives have recovered 
from growing up in a dysfunctional family, and will confirm
 what I have written and have become reputable characters and
 are productive, kind members of society.

All of us are triumphing over a lot
 of problems and are survivors of enormous trauma of
 growing up in a dysfunctional family.
I own a pet hotel and have a thriving, happy pet sitting business 
and live on an urban farm in LA and have 5 star reviews on Yelp 
for my business, Moon Dogs Urban Farm.

 

March 2017

So far LAPD have done nothing and not responded to my new information regarding the child photos I found tagged overseas, and they said there is nothing they can do for my case because of the statue of limitations.

Jim Clemente and I had a falling out because I called him a sellout for writing the Paterno report after I found out about it in March of 2017 and he told me not to contact him again.

I wish him the best in his health and life and still believe that Joe Paterno knew those kids were getting raped and did nothing to stop it.

The FBI and the state of Connecticut can do something to stop Ben Stein and also open an investigation. They have not responded to my repeated attempts asking for help and guidance.

I have called the FBI twice and updated them. I have not had anyone call me back or give me a case number or any confirmation or even the names of the women I spoke to on the phone at the FBI’s office.

They will not give my any information on anything at all nor have asked to see the photos I’ve found on Facebook linking to Ben Stein’s account which have since been removed since I went public about him.


Connecticut has a 30 year law of some sort of child
 exploitation law of some sort but not sure and it would have to be
 filed this year because it happened in 1986-1987

I believe I reported this in 1988 to my school counselor’s office in Fairfield, CT in the 8th grade but the statue of limitations runs out this year, 2017.  The Detective I spoke with,(female, I think her name was Serenity) in Westport, Connecticut told me this year, in Feb 2017, that I was not allowed to file a police report because no crime happened in CT, only in California and to focus on CA.

Please let me know the best way to proceed with this and 
making sure he doesn’t work with children and/or can harm any more kids.

 

Two people have come forward to me since I went public.
Thank you,

Morgain McGovern

morgainm@yahoo.com

818-259-9346

Mr Oculus


mr oculus photo

Mr Oculus

I was twelve the first time I was sexually trafficked and exploited. It wasn’t in Cambodia or the Philippines or Thailand or Mexico.

  We were in Sherman Oaks, California and there were five people at the house in the Hollywood Hills.  Two of the adults were lawyers from Washington D.C and one is still considered an advocate for exploited children and is on the board of a state sponsored Children’s Law Center.

But she was there helping her speechwriter/actor husband take photos of me when I was twelve so he could add it to his collection.

I still see him on CNN and Fox News, as an economics professional and commentator, and sometimes late at night,  a commercial will flash by of him hawking eye care products.

 

August, 1986

The tower was sleek and black and glistened in the sun and held the dreams and secrets of many children who had been in the lobby before me.

It was a New York skyscraper next to the freeway, a Yankee tower out of place and wearing all black in the summer in Los Angeles.  The courtyard was dark and cool and a perpetual breeze came in and blew through the Cahuenga pass near us.

The tower and studios were built on the side of the old El Camino Real road, on small hills where ghosts of the Spanish missionaries (and before them the Indian tribes who had lived there since the thaw of the last ice age) still tread. Every now and then, artifacts are found at excavation sites and sometimes on a million dollar property remodel, a piece of history will turn up to remind the people of the new villages that the old tribes had been there.

The causeway brought in fresh ocean air from West Los Angeles and then blew into the small pass between the valleys. On the hotter days, the fresh and cool Santa Monica wind met with the dry and burnt chaparral Mediterranean smoke-smog air trying to escape from the San Fernando Valley.

On the top, overlooking the pass, was a glittering neon amusement park and village promenade with air-conditioned theatres and shops. Arcades and videos and restaurants beamed down below like a proud electric stage mother holding her hostage to fortune.

The slope of the freeway connected Burbank and the Valley and then lowered down as it made its way south and parts of it split off east to Los Feliz and westward it went to other parts and then merged on to old bumpy side roads near the natural amphitheater of the Hollywood Bowl and finally, it turned into the streets in the city of Hollywood.

I looked up at the sleek facade of the high black tower and then up to the sky.

The black doors of the building’s belly opened and above, the sky was a bright, bright denim amusement park blue and shone on the gleaming city on the mountaintop but couldn’t cut through the dark shadow the building threw over the fun park entrance.

Right before we went in to the black doors, the building seem to breathe us in deep and smell us.

I knew he would be in there.

Then we walked inside.

 

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morgain and nora hilton head 1990

Webster’s Dictionary 1947.
Justice; jus’tis n. (L. justitia, from justus, just.) The quality of being just; justness; propriety; correctness; rightfulness; just treatment; vindication of right; requital of desert; merited reward or punishment.

This picture was taken right before everything went from bad to horrific.

If I could tell myself anything in this picture, it would be to run far from my family and never look back. I would tell that sweet 16 year old girl who worked two jobs that summer to run fast and to not look back ever again. To find a new family or some form of family that was safe and who loved her for exactly who she was.

I would tell that sweet 16 year old girl who worked two jobs that summer to save herself 25 more years of grief, scapegoating, gossip and pain from the three adult women in her life who would be the greatest cause of heartache, anger, disillusionment and fear and who caused her the greatest damage.

I would tell that sweet kid that her aunts and her mother would be part of the cause of her mental breakdown in her late 30’s and the cause of the greatest sadness of her life. And I would tell that young girl that her mother only got worse and more dangerous over the years and that she destroyed many more lives and dreams and as many as she could because she enjoyed destroying people and their happiness because she was criminally insane.

There aren’t a lot of pictures of me from when I was a teenager. This picture was taken by a friend from high school who kept it somewhere for the last 26 years. Any pictures I have of me as a child or teenager were given to me my friends or people who kept them over the years.

There aren’t a lot of pictures of us when we were little kids either. My mom was mentally ill and frequently in and out of prison and mental hospitals, so we moved every 3-6 months usually leaving everything behind in a hurry because my mom was wanted by the police so we just split and left everything behind. I have nothing from my childhood and nothing from my teenage years except a Greyhound bus ticket stub from when was 18 and came to Los Angeles.

Mom never took a lot of pictures of us anyway, she was usually in bed in a dark room with 20 bottles of pills next to her bed, so I have no real photos from the past, only bits and pieces of what people have given me over the years or what they shared with me and my sisters on Facebook.

Before this picture was taken, my sisters and I had been homeless living with our mother in various cities and motels ranging from Australia to Los Angeles to Upstate New York and South Carolina. We had been homeless at 13 and 15 when my mother had checked herself into a mental hospital in New York and left us to fend for ourselves a year earlier. Our two older 17 and 19 year old sisters tried to care for us.

I would tell myself to look for happiness elsewhere because no matter how many times I would go back, it would always be the same. They would always accuse me of being my mother and resent me for looking like her and for existing.

At this point in this picture in 1990, I was 16 and working two jobs. We had already lived in three houses in a year on Hilton Head in this picture, and the worst was yet to come. But this summer was fun, when I was off.

My little sister was 14 and after the police started raiding our house shortly after this picture was taken, she moved up north with our older sister and got away from mom. I was the only one delusional enough to believe that Mom was really going to turn things around in England and start a new life.

My Aunt Maggie had already accused me of stealing from her house at this point but I didn’t know it at the time. She didn’t have the courage to ask me or even accuse me outright that something was missing from her house in California when we visited her a year earlier, she did it a cowardly way, they way dysfunctional families operate. With gossip and insinuations and scapegoating behind your back but super friendly to your face.

She had told everyone in the family, except me, that I had stolen a ring from her house but never confronted me or even told me that something was missing. I had no idea. I just remember always wishing she was my mom and that I wished I had a safe bedroom and home to go to like her house.

I didn’t know they had already marked me as bad and that for the next 26 years, the family would dump all of their anger and hatred they had for my mother on my 16 year old shoulders from then on in this picture, and that it had already started and I hadn’t even realized it.

A year later after this picture was taken, when mom went to prison in London and I was starving and homeless in London in 15 degree weather and I called my aunts for help.

They turned me away, asked me where the ring I had stolen from Aunt Maggie was and then left me to fend for myself and deal with their psychotic sister on my own, when they should’ve taken care of this problem 20 years earlier when they had known what a dangerous person she was and how badly her children were being abused. Alone, penniless, homeless, underage and in a foreign country for the next three months. If I could tell myself anything in this picture, it would be to run far from my family and never look back because it would never change.

My Aunt Maggie accused me of stealing from her house again when I was 35 and that’s when I started to realize that my family was dangerous for my health and bad for me spiritually and as a human being. The best thing I’ve ever done is to take necessary legal steps to keep dangerous people with documented histories of mental illness by metal health professionals to keep safe distances from me and my happiness and home.

Over the years running my own business, I’ve created a life for myself working with animals and nature, writing and creating and my life is rewarding and nurturing.

I learned how to put myself first after years of making mistakes. and even though it’s a job where you never get a day off, ever, it’s a job I love doing and it’s incredibly healing.

Being outdoors and nature and trying to disengage from electronics has really helped me overcome having difficulties in life, and I think the more mistakes I make, the more compassion I try to have for others. I think after years of trauma, finding a profession or a job were you have a a steady income is essential for survival and finding areas of my life to enjoy and fun hobbies are necessary for being part of being a human and creating a happy life.

I think I would tell my 16 year old self in this picture that it was going to work out because she was an incredibly resourceful girl who was a hard worker and to pay the food expo guys more to run the food because the hands and wrists give out way too early from waitressing so long. I’d tell myself that I was really proud of her and how hard she came and for how long the road was.

Whenever I’m trying to work on my  most whole and relaxed and confident self, I just remember the warm feelings of love when I’m surrounded by my animals and true friends who support and nurture my spirit.

Learning these things along the way shows you what a bad relationship is; when you’re happier away from them because it’s so painful to be around them.

The put-downs and insults and dysfunction; after awhile it’s not worth the price of your happiness anymore.

Whether it’s with a guy or family members;  I had to learn how to walk away if it doesn’t change. From now now I’m not wasting any more years being mean to myself.