You were told that critizing the government of South Africa during the apartheid years (the P.W.Botha years especially) was “cursing Israel”.
When at age 13 learning geography class about South Africa’s apatheid system, a man at church said to you, “Segregation is not wrong.” The strange thing that it was a black man who said that to you.
You believed in your whole heart that Nelson Mandela was a terrorist and a no good commie—but thankfully you grew up and understood that Mandela was one of the few politicians (and I mean very few) in the world who believed and practiced true Christianity. If you can only kick yourself!
At the young tender age of 11, your parent was explaining and telling that interracial marriage was wrong. I no longer wonder why some people argue that Armstrongism is child abuse (even mentally)! Even in your teens,your parent tells you that you should pray to God to make you “fully” accept the church’s race policy. Talk about mind control and totalitarianism at it’s worst! Thank goodness you never followed through to accept that kind of cruelty.
In public school you faced a self-righteous ultra-conservative evangelical teacher’s aide who could not respect nor accept anybody elses religious liberties except her own was questioning why I was going “back”. This is regards to my eating matzah during The Days of Unleavened Bread. I guess this was a decade and a half advance preview of what was to happen in the church.
When your teacher in public school said to you,”You’re not Mr.Armstrong’s men!” When his teacher’s assistant, that same ol’ ultra-conservative evangelical was trying to find some school work I did not “honestly” complete. Ironically, me and the teacher were discussing HWA’s ad in a newspaper during some arts and crafts before the assistant’s “discoveries.” If I knew nearly 30 years later at that time, I would have gleefully relished of NOT being “Mr.Armstrong’s men!”
Also at age 11, you heard that HWA was going to visit your congregation in your city. As an impressionable young kid you exclaim, “I just can’t wait ’til I meet the guy!” Your parent corrects you sternly and tells you should say the word “man” instead of guy. Well, “pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?”
Also around that tender age of 11, you told your parent you were watching the late great Merlin Olsen’s, “Father Murphy” and your parent said, “Did you know,you should call no man your father?”
As a teenager, especially a black kid you really like the expression of “Give me five!”, which includes the slapping of your hands to your friend’s. I did just that to my close friend at Sabbath services and his mom said that we shouldn’t do that because it was “rude”. Trust me, she was no Miss Manners but was from the small country bumpkin town outside the city but this still qualifies as another, “pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?” moment!
You were a normal horny teenager and nothing more (which the historic WCG mulishly refused to have any concept of) your parent IMPLORED to talk to the minister about your “sex” problems. Thankfully you ignored the most mentally stupid of so-called advice!
As a teen, not yet baptized, you sometimes were faced the accusation of having, “one foot in the church and one foot in the world”. More correctly, you just wanted to put down the yokes place that were placed upon you and play like a normal kid.
You ran a junior high school newspaper. Your then negative and proud of it assoicate pastor had to damper the mood as he did so well by saying it was “too preachy” after reading it. Your high colleagues complained that it sounded “too much like The Plain Truth.”
Like the church literature, you capitalized letters for emphasis but your high school teacher (still a leftist contrarian jerk anyway) was in no way amused and was damn well determined to watch you like a hawk to make sure you were not going to capitalize any letters for effect in his class.
In the same class, you were doing a class presentation condeming Darwin, Freud and Marx and tried to do it in the dogmatic style of Rod Meredith. That teacher again was going to have fun (and he sure did) putting you in your place. I was overzealous but hey, he was still a left wing contrarian jerk! 🙂
Your parent did not like the idea of you sleeping with music from the radio. It was a way for Satan and his demons to get into you! Car 54, Officer Bill Maher—where are you?!
Your pastor bragged out loud that he was starting a ruckus on a Singles Cruise because the offending music that was being played was none other than “Bruce Springsteen!”
Your parent sternly said that you should NEVER speak sermon notes as your own. Duh??? What chapter and verse? I thought so. Just thinking from your authoritarian hyperactive imagination.
The exposure of stupidity and fanacticism will continue…