Hazardous to My Health – The Marlboro Man I Knew is a horror story of the worst kind — the true kind. Most readers cannot envision what it’s be like to be held as a hostage girlfriend/wife by a man whose moral compass is so impaired the needle has fallen off. Marcia N. Hill experienced it.
Claude Hall did an outrageous thing; he had a divorced young mother and her two children kidnapped from their Hawaii home and moved to another location in Hawaii to use as his surrogate family. Actually, we don’t know why he did it, which makes his actions all the creepier.
Hall was a successful, “connected” nightclub owner, a former “Marlboro Man” with celebrity friends. He was also a sadistic, wife-beating, coercive monster with a taste for stomach-turning sex.
For the sake of her life and her children, Marcia Hill submitted to brutal beatings and humored his sexual fantasies (although she couldn’t comply and was viciously beaten for “disobedience”). At times they lived in dream houses; at others they were quartered in hovels. Hill’s movements were restricted, and she was watched at all times.
Hill suffered broken bones from head to toe; doctors begged her to report the abuse to the police. Ironically, she had and nothing was ever done. In Nevada, a police officer told her that the cops had been advised “hands off” Claude Hall. A suicide attempt left her very sick, but still alive.
There were also escape attempts. Once, she and the children were on a plane when some thugs hired by her husband boarded and forced them off. Escape attempts were rewarded with the same vigorous abuse as all other “infractions.” Hill became adept at knowing what would set Hall off, and she would try to placate him, but there were times when he flew into a rage without any provocation.