Moonies I met in the Barrytown, New York, seminary of the Unification Church is a young man I will call Tom Kellogg, now in his mid-twenties. We became friends, and it was when I was talking with Tom that the seriousness of this question struck me with great force. Tom comes from one of New York's prominent families; he graduated, first in his class, from one of New England's most prestigious preparatory schools; and he has a baccalaureate degree in biochemistry. Obviously he is a young man who, by all standards of American culture, has a “future“; one would also think Tom would know that he has a past. In short, he “belongs.” For several minutes I ceased being an investigative researcher and became a father, the father of two sons. If Tom Kellogg could become a Moonie, so could my own twelve-year-old preppie! My twenty-year-old son, who is somewhat lonely, living without a systematic ideology and concerned about his vocation, probably is in the ninety-seventh percentile of those who could be persuaded to join one of the religious cults.