You know what I think you are?
I think you're a program parent who, at the time you posted it, really believed any of us could (but that none of us would) go up to Darrington and see what you believed you saw.
But whenever you're being "had" there's this little tiny awareness in the back of your head that knows you're being foolish, only you almost never listen to it because you're so afraid of whatever disaster the cult has convinced you is going to happen to you if you leave. (My parents' religion wasn't quite a cult, but it had enough of the features that I can relate.)
And so you decided to make what you said sound better by pretending to be just a "neighbor"--maybe you did drive up a neighbor who's also a program parent, too.
Then when I started talking cameras and tape recorders and articles and made it sound as "real" as possible (and I would have gone and done it if you'd set it up--it was a bona fide offer but would have been a real pain in the ass), that little awareness in the back of your head started your adrenaline pumping a bit and came farther forward in your head as you thought twice and realized that maybe Darrington really didn't want that done.
And then you had to back down by either going away silently or saying something, and you had to *almost* face that part of you really knew that they weren't nearly as open as you'd already publicly claimed, and another part of you felt guilty for bending the truth about your relationship to the program but still full of righteous indignation because most of you believes what you're saying----and because you were embarrassed and the choice was either admit what you (on some level) already know or get mad at me, you lashed out at me. And retreated with bad grace.
I might be wrong about some of the details, because at this point I'm building speculation on top of speculation, but I think I've probably mostly got the picture right.
You understated your connection to the Program (this program or *some* program), and you were embarrassed to be caught at it, and some part of you realized that there was no way in hell Darrington would want a critic up there with a camera and a tape recorder who was okay enough at putting what they saw into words that it might actually end up in print somewhere.
I reached that little voice of reality in the back of your head that you're so desperately ignoring, and it pissed you off.
You *could* just quit ignoring it.
Timoclea
History gives us a kind of chart, and we dare not surrender even a small rushlight in the darkness. The hasty reformer who does not remember the past will find himself condemned to repeat it.
--John Buchan