Teaching them to lie
Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:47 pm
Prior to the engineered conflict between me and my step-dad, I still was able to maintain a mild respect for the Mormon faith and his belief. After that fiasco, I thought about the grieving process, and if I was really being as foul as I was being accused of.
Even though it was only the followers of that horny dowser Joe Smith that accused me of it -- I considered the criticism.
Even though the email was completely anonymous and unlikely to see any in-real-life daylight -- I still have decided to reconsider what I said in that email and what I have said to him following that email.
Conclusion: If only I could have been more blunt - and from the very beginning. If only I had hit "reply to all" instead of posting my thoughts here, sheepishly.
The more I think about it, the more I am compelled to believe that religious parents are a threat -- to myself, and everyone else (and by everyone else, I mean the sane people who don't hope for Armageddon, a theocracy, more conservative legislation, the dramatic return of Jesus Christ, etc).
While my dad certainly was grieving (as was I, and many others) he was not just grieving. He was not just bragging about the supernatural powers Mormonism grants its male membership. He was setting a bad example. And lying. Consider the following quote from Sam Harris:
This passage made me realize I was never taught how to grieve properly. I was taught that the dead were destined for one of four places -- and that depended mostly on what church they joined.
So as a kid, while I spent summers with my favorite relative - my uncle - I was horrified that my Uncle hadn't joined the right church yet. I remember asking him why. I was scared that when he would die, a horrible destination awaited him.
While a rational adult can handle this sort of brain raping - as a kid, it poisoned my mind.
When I was 12 years old I knew what an "anti-Mormon" was - I knew that homosexuals were an "abomination" - I knew that Joe Smith translated the plates (with the Urim and Thumim, not a top hat and a rock).
Knowing these things is absurd -- even for adults, but when I think about what I should have been concerned with as a 12 year old -- absurdity takes on a whole new meaning.
My parents likely felt justified in telling me that they know the church is true, or that they know God hates homosexuals, or that they know the priesthood power could heal medical emergencies. They likely felt justified in telling me that I was a descendant of two modern homo sapiens who resided in a enchanted garden less than 10,000 years ago -- in what is now Missouri.
They likely felt justified in telling me rainbows were a sign from God - promising not to flood the Earth again. They likely felt justified in forcing me to talk about sexuality with other business men who lived in the same community as me who happened to hold a position of leadership in my parents church.
I don't doubt that they feel justified every time they clobber me with their faith (and by "their" I mean "my step-dad" -- my mom would usually sadly, and submissively sit on the sidelines).
That is hardly an excuse.
They likely felt justified in sending me to a Mormon gulag for a year and a half - where the Mormon religion is literally forced on adolescents (for more on this, stay tuned).
So, my point was and is not to rehash - as a certain LDS poster so cleverly dubbed - the GoodK Epistles. My point is to declare my contempt for parents who burden their offspring with religion. I don't think parents should have the right to cause so much psychological and emotional damage.
I don't know what a reasonable solution would be - but I am going to find one.
Even though it was only the followers of that horny dowser Joe Smith that accused me of it -- I considered the criticism.
Even though the email was completely anonymous and unlikely to see any in-real-life daylight -- I still have decided to reconsider what I said in that email and what I have said to him following that email.
Conclusion: If only I could have been more blunt - and from the very beginning. If only I had hit "reply to all" instead of posting my thoughts here, sheepishly.
The more I think about it, the more I am compelled to believe that religious parents are a threat -- to myself, and everyone else (and by everyone else, I mean the sane people who don't hope for Armageddon, a theocracy, more conservative legislation, the dramatic return of Jesus Christ, etc).
While my dad certainly was grieving (as was I, and many others) he was not just grieving. He was not just bragging about the supernatural powers Mormonism grants its male membership. He was setting a bad example. And lying. Consider the following quote from Sam Harris:
One of the greatest problems with religion is that it is built, to a remarkable degree, upon lies. Mommy claims to know that Granny went straight to heaven after she died. But Mommy doesn't actually know this. The truth is that, while Mommy may be rigorously honest on any other subject, in this instance she doesn't want to distinguish between what she really knows (i.e what she has good reasons to believe) and 1) what she wants to be true, or 2) what will keep her children from grieving too much in Granny's absence. She is lying -- either to herself or to her children -- but we've all agreed not to talk about it.
Rather than teach our children to grieve, we teach them to lie to themselves.
This passage made me realize I was never taught how to grieve properly. I was taught that the dead were destined for one of four places -- and that depended mostly on what church they joined.
So as a kid, while I spent summers with my favorite relative - my uncle - I was horrified that my Uncle hadn't joined the right church yet. I remember asking him why. I was scared that when he would die, a horrible destination awaited him.
While a rational adult can handle this sort of brain raping - as a kid, it poisoned my mind.
When I was 12 years old I knew what an "anti-Mormon" was - I knew that homosexuals were an "abomination" - I knew that Joe Smith translated the plates (with the Urim and Thumim, not a top hat and a rock).
Knowing these things is absurd -- even for adults, but when I think about what I should have been concerned with as a 12 year old -- absurdity takes on a whole new meaning.
My parents likely felt justified in telling me that they know the church is true, or that they know God hates homosexuals, or that they know the priesthood power could heal medical emergencies. They likely felt justified in telling me that I was a descendant of two modern homo sapiens who resided in a enchanted garden less than 10,000 years ago -- in what is now Missouri.
They likely felt justified in telling me rainbows were a sign from God - promising not to flood the Earth again. They likely felt justified in forcing me to talk about sexuality with other business men who lived in the same community as me who happened to hold a position of leadership in my parents church.
I don't doubt that they feel justified every time they clobber me with their faith (and by "their" I mean "my step-dad" -- my mom would usually sadly, and submissively sit on the sidelines).
That is hardly an excuse.
They likely felt justified in sending me to a Mormon gulag for a year and a half - where the Mormon religion is literally forced on adolescents (for more on this, stay tuned).
So, my point was and is not to rehash - as a certain LDS poster so cleverly dubbed - the GoodK Epistles. My point is to declare my contempt for parents who burden their offspring with religion. I don't think parents should have the right to cause so much psychological and emotional damage.
I don't know what a reasonable solution would be - but I am going to find one.