It's a cover-up tone—the most difficult one on the scale to recognize.
After you do spot one, don't expect the next 1.1 you meet to bear much
resemblance.
Wherever he turns up, he'll be in disguise. If you're generous in character, you may be tempted to treat him leniently.
Don't.
At 1.1 we find the emotion Ron Hubbard has described as "the most dangerous and wicked level on the tone scale." (Science of Survival)
He's halfway between Fear (which motivates his tone) and Anger (which he must conceal). His emotion dictates that he smile and put up a good front at all times since he "knows" we mustn't ever become angry. At this position we find flagrant lying in order to avoid real communication. Such lying may be in the form of pretended agreement ("what a marvelous idea"), flattery ("that's a darling dress, my dear") or appeasement ("now don't worry; I'll take care of everything").
The 1.1 constructs a false facade, an artificial personality. He's the
cheerful hypocrite.
The 1.1 expects special privileges or exemptions, He'll be the one most likely to assume that he can break the rules—of a marriage, a company, a group or society.
We often like the 1.1 at first because he pretends to be so high-tone. But eventually (unless we're in Sympathy) we grow to despise him. Our loathing, however, is sometimes hard to explain because we can seldom pin down exactly what this doll is doing that's so despicable.
While he's arrogant, he's such an accomplished actor that we may be deceived by his put-on of humility Having command of all the tones below his, he uses them without conscience to convince us he's harmless and means well. In this way, he manipulates people, always seeking hidden control. He may weep, plead, propitiate or sympathize; he may pose contempt or disdain. But through all the histrionics he is trying to nullify others to get them to the level where they can be used.
If you get mad at him, he usually drops to Propitiation (goes out of
his way to do things for you or brings you gifts) or Grief ("I didn't mean
any harm...") in order to worm his way back into your confidence. Count
on him to know your soft spots and to play on them with consummate skill.
On meeting, the 1.1 nearly always tries to speak first in order to grasp control of the conversation. If he gets his own darts in first, there is less chance for something to be thrown at him. I once introduced two 1.1 men to each other. As I did so, I wondered who would win the inevitable rush to get in the first word. Well, they both started talking at once, and they kept talking for at least a full minute, neither hearing a single word said by the other. They were well-matched.
Covert Hostility fills his conversation with small barbs, thinly veiled as compliments ("this cake is delicious, almost as good as anything you could buy in a store"). It's a 1.1 who uttered the classic put-down: ''That's such a lovely dress you're wearing. I've admired it for years."
He feels a continual nervous necessity to reject almost any remark.
If you're trying to make a sincere statement or present an upscale idea,
he'll query it, "I see what you mean, but..." He'll helpfully correct your
pronunciation and word choices (he's the semantic fanatic), start picking
lint off your shoulder, or interject a joke at your expense (usually with
puns; he loves them). He uses any conceivable method of cutting your communication
to ribbons. Of course (ha ha) he didn't mean any harm. Just being friendly.
If you challenge his lies, he'll probably tell you he was being "subtle."
When there's a straight course for doing something, the 1.1 won't use it; it doesn't occur to him. He'll think of a devious method for doing the same thing. I once worked in an office where the 1.1 office manager forbade dumping ashtrays in the wastebaskets. I assumed this rule was motivated by fastidiousness (or a conscience about fire prevention) until I learned that every night he searched through all the wastebaskets before they were emptied (even piecing together torn bits of paper), so he could find out what was "really going on" in the office. He relished discovering some juicy secret in this manner. Of course, the word got around, so the staff started amusing themselves by planting all sorts of wild, fictitious scraps of "evidence" in with the discards.
Although 1.1 conceals his own motives and activities, he is strongly compelled to reveal secrets of others. This is the tone of the traitor and the subversive. Having no regard for privacy, he thrives on the chance to expose people (this is even more prevalent in the next tone: No Sympathy). The Covert Hostility who is having a "secret" love affair will do his best to see that evidence is left around so that people find out, especially where this creates trouble for his partner.
He's a genius at extracting information from others. Several years ago I worked for a company on some secret research. Only three of us knew the nature of the project and none of us was an indiscriminate talker. Therefore, I was surprised one day, lunching with the switchboard operator, when she casually said, "Well, I understand you found..." She was so nearly right that it was hard to believe she was only guessing. I denied any knowledge of the subject, so she said, "Oh, come on, don't kid me. Everyone knows what you're working on." I realized later that she must have listened in on phone conversations for part of her information; the rest was conjecture.
Even the speculations of a 1.1 are done with a blatant pretense that
he knows all; this way he frequently lures his unsuspecting victim into
telling too much.
This was an insidious blow to the author's pride, but he recovered when I indicated the tone level of his would-be critic. A clever and vicious way to entrap a creative person—pin his attention in a mystery.
Implying hidden knowledge is a common device of the gossip. A person
of higher tone may pass on news of mutual friends, but he tries to stay
with facts. The 1.1, however, embellishes the facts with additives which
sound true. "You know Joe and Phyllis are splitting up?" That may be a
fact. But Mabel (the 1.1) will add: "Just between you and me, it wouldn't
surprise me to hear that she was running around with Bill on the sly."
Her knowing manner suggests that she's certain of more facts than she's
telling.
I nodded and changed the subject. A few minutes later she brought the
conversation back to the furniture: "I understand they were asking fifteen
hundred dollars for it . . . " The statement hung in the air like a question,
creating a perfect opportunity for me to correct or confirm her statement.
Having met her kind before, however, I decided to out 1.1 her, so I simply
murmured, "Really?" and changed the subject.
In the classroom, he's often the first person to pose a question after the lecture (he'll interrupt if permitted): "Professor, don't you think . . ." He's not interested in getting an answer; he merely wants to establish his brilliance. The question is posed for its effect.
Many 1.1s want attention so much they're immune to embarrassment. I once knew one who dressed in the most outlandish clothes imaginable. He drifted around looking like a psychedelic bad trip and frequently bragged: "Everybody noticed me." This same person relished any opportunity to make remarks designed to shock everyone in the room. There are other 1.1s, incidentally, who dress and speak most conservatively.
When he can't get into the limelight himself, he fastens onto creative, successful people and works unceasingly to knock them downscale. We find 1.1s clustered around the perimeter of show business. He is often the non performing critic who seeks hidden control over some area of aesthetics so he can tell the talented person viciously destructive things "for your own good."
When he fails to get close to the winners, he brags that he is anyway.
He knows the big movie stars. The President asks his advice. He pretends
he's having love affairs with the most beautiful women.
He's the dilettante who dabbles in music and gives it up. He studies
painting for a month and loses interest. Too flighty to concentrate on
a subject long enough to become accomplished, he prefers to make a cursory
study after which he uses guile and chicanery to pass himself off as an
expert.
He has a tendency toward suicidal actions; but he is actively seeking
the death of his entire environment ("I guess I'll succumb but maybe I'll
take you with me"). Here we have murder by slow erosion of individuals
and culture, each harmful action slyly masked with lengthy reasoning. Here
we find the people who most promote (and most enjoy pornography.) Here
is the silky pimp who talks the young girl into becoming a prostitute.
Here is the cagey pusher who convinces teenagers that they should "get
with it," and that drugs are harmless anyway.
One morning I observed a 1.1 handling a small business establishment for the absent owner. It was a busy day with customers, orders and inquiries constantly flowing in. An irate workman called; a foreman was not on the job and couldn't be located. A few minutes later the owner phoned in. "Oh boy," our dream girl reported with relish, "things are really a mess around here today. . ."
She dwelled lengthily on the one "trouble" call, completely neglecting
to mention all the good news and normal business.
I've known many 1.1s who were not practical jokers; but I've never known a practical joker who wasn't a 1.1. They delight in making elaborate, secret preparations designed to fool, embarrass, expose, belittle or humiliate the victim. All in fun, of course.
The manager of a local insurance company told me of a time, early in his career, when he was transferred to an office in another state. Apparently some ethnic conviction caused people in that particular area to shun life insurance policies, although they would happily buy annuities. Unaware of this, our man spent two frustrating weeks trying to sell life insurance; but he failed completely. Bewildered and depressed, he described his experiences to the men in the office. Finally, they disclosed the secret of selling in that city. Permitting him to lose for awhile was part of the "initiation" for a new man. Although my friend failed to appreciate the joke, the 1.1 boys in the office considered it hilarious.
He acts amazed when you don't laugh at his sly capers. If you get annoyed,
he expects you to forgive his peccadilloes.
The excessively promiscuous person is nearly always a 1.1. His lack of persistence shows up in the inability to enjoy a long-term, meaningful relationship with one individual. He constantly seeks sexual pleasure through the new and different.
Such people are dangerous to a society because their kinky behavior is contagious. Free love and promiscuity are danger signals which should be heeded if a race is to go forward. Such activities indicate a covert reversal of the sanctity of love and marriage. There are now so many publications devoted exclusively to advocating, encouraging and glamorizing promiscuity, that the upscale person may fee! out-numbered. He begins to question his natural instinct for fidelity and constancy and wonders if he's old-fashioned.
Today's frank confrontation of problems related to abortion, birth control and enlightened sexual adjustment is much saner than the Victorian priggishness that clouded such issues for many years. However, harbingers of the "liberated age" (usually the 1.1s of the press and periodicals) would have us believe that this means anything goes. With glib irresponsibility, they report on man's most debased activities and ignore the possibility that their own choice of "news" will be a corroding influence.
The 1.1 can be the sweetest-talking lover on the tone scale, but as a long-term partner, he's most harmful. Very likely he'll cheat and/or insidiously undermine his spouse's confidence with all manner of subterfuge. He won't be satisfied until his partner is reduced to Apathy and all dreams are gone.
This is the forced "happiness" of the 1.1.
Homosexuals may be fearful, sympathetic, propitiative, griefy or apathetic. Occasionally they manage an ineffectual tantrum. But home base is 1.1.
Homosexuals don't practice love; l.ls can't. Their relationships consist
of: 1) brief, sordid and impersonal meetings or 2) longer arrangements
punctuated by dramatic tirades, discords, jealousies and frequent infidelity.
It could hardly be otherwise since the tone is made up of suspicion and
hate, producing a darling sweetness interspersed with petty peevishness.
Their "love" turns to deep contempt eventually.
Sometimes the 1.1 takes good physical care of a child, but is guilty of emotional and moral neglect. This tone always tries to stop the child from being angry, thus suppressing him below 1.5 on the scale. He's excessively concerned with the child's appearance and manners— his front. Ultimately, he tries to push the child to apathetic compliance. At best, the Covert Hostility parent begets a Covert Hostility child.
Since it's unpopular to dislike children, the 1.1 may hide his cruelty
behind playful jokes. He will tease, criticize and gently harass a child
to the point of tears. One time a saleswoman calling at the door jokingly
said to my youngest son, "I'm going to take you home with me." He looked
at her as if she'd lost her marbles and wandered off to play. She related
that earlier the same day she told a little girl she was going to take
her baby brother home; the little girl burst into tears. It is typical
of the 1.1, that having just produced a totally alarming effect on one
child, she was now attempting to use the same technique on mine. Under
the guise of joking friendliness, she wanted to hurt the youngsters.
If you're uncertain whether a person is 1.1, notice how you feel with him. Do you get thrown off balance? Feel self-conscious? Worry about whether you're witty enough, cool enough, sophisticated enough?
This is a common social tone. People of higher or lower levels will adopt a somewhat false politeness for superficial contacts. Such "good manners," however, do not carry the destructive intention of the chronic 1.1.
The tones below this are more destructive (especially for the poor chaps who are in them); but they are weak. Unless your relationship is very personal, they will have little influence on you. The 1.1, however, can seldom be ignored. He impinges. He makes his presence known. The more able you are, the more likely he will insinuate himself into your space, your time and your life—as jovial as the deadly virus that invades your bloodstream and lays you up in bed for six weeks.
Several ways of handling a 1.1 will be discussed in later chapters, but probably the best advice is this: get him out of your environment. Don't bother being subtle about it. He's insensitive to hints, incapable of embarrassment. He'll keep coming back with the persistence of a fly on a sticky summer day unless you bluntly tell him—perhaps several times—that you don't want his company. Once you do this, naturally, he'll talk about you behind your back. But, don't kid yourself, he's been talking about you all along anyway.
Remember that beneath that pixie twinkle thumps a heart of solid granite.