Third Instalment of Damon’s WCG experience

Looking back at the Worldwide Church of God—from an Adult point of view

By Damon

 

According to my age, this person is classified as an adult. This article is designed to take a retrospective look at my compulsory time in the Worldwide Church of God, away from the forced parental vice grip.

This person always thought that the Worldwide Church of God was a comedic farce guided by hypocrisy and membership hypocrites. According to the Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary, 11th edition hypocrisy is defined as “false assumption of an appearance of virtue or religion”. Hypocrite is defined as “person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion”. To illustrate, a former minister described Youth Opportunities Unlimited as “wholesome activities designed to take away the pressure of high school.” One word to describe the previous statement….HOGWASH! These so-called wholesome activities had more pressure to conform to the Y.O.U standard of drunken behavior, recreational drug use and in two cases criminal activity that would result in criminal conviction. This writer did not derive any benefit out of Y.O.U activities and retrospectively, an economic waste of time.

As this person composes this article, there are some truths that this person has learned over time away from the Worldwide Church of God.

This person did not have close ties with relatives since many of my relatives did not like my parents’ overzealousness about the practices, customs and traditions of the WWCG. Back then, it was frowned upon to attend, a “worldly” institution. This person faced scorn, backlash, and criticism from the hypocrites since this person was vocal about not attending Ambassador University because Ambassador was not an accredited institution. My new core value-belief system started upon attending university. This person attended a series of student success workshops that covered the following topics: effective study skills, budget planning, how to create winning resumes and cover letters and developing/maintaining healthy relationships. The information was so valuable that this person began to see things from a universal perspective.

This person has thoughts, feelings and opinions. This was contrary to the prehistoric, pessimistic and illogically bizarre teachings of the WWCG. For example, this person recalled a time when the minister pounded the podium talking about how “wives must submit to their husbands”. Back then it was permissible for husbands to mistreat their wives. If this person was a woman in those days, a dildo would satisfy me sexually than being around grown men that had a Neanderthal attitude towards women.

Friendship is defined by the Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary 11th edition as “the quality or state of being friendly.” Back then this person had convenience friendships. This person called it convenience friendships because this person won those Youth Opportunities Unlimited gold medals at track weekend. Since this person participated in track and field in high school, this person found the competition substandard. Thus, the minister’s children were the most ignorant set of children that this person has had the misfortune of being compelled to affiliate with. This person had nothing in common with the self-proclaimed “exceptional Y.O.U kids” as one minister would describe.  Conversely, the friends this person had in Y.O.U were nice, however it was based on writing endless letters The Y.O.U friendships vaporized upon leaving Y.O.U Today, this person has a very small circle of friends that demonstrate a sincere kind interest that is healthy.

In conclusion, one of my favourite songs from my time in high school–PM Dawn “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss” is playing right now. Life after the Worldwide Church of God has had its positives and negatives. This person has a healthy outlook on life.  Knowing that this person was not a bad person in the WWCG but seen by many as a renegade because this person did not succumb to the peer pressure and the farce of a religion that it was—that Worldwide Church of God!

Ben Mitchell’s WCG Experience on Aussie Current Affair

Hat tip to Gavin Rumney. Former WCG member, Aussie soap star of the hit series Neighbours, author and blogger, Ben Mitchell had his life story in the historic Worldwide Church of God on the Australian edition of A Current Affair. Gavin was hoping for many to see this clip as possible. Never fear, if you have the internet and a computer you can see his story told in less than 5 minutes at this site here. Of course, with the comments section on the site there are some people that do not give up with their childish bullying mantra of “Take responsibility and get over it!” Ahh, excuse me Ben Mitchell found life after WCG and more abundantly, didn’t he? He became a soap star, didn’t he? I call that success! What I like about Aussies is they don’t mince words and the narration in the clip asserted that the historic WCG was a “wicked doomsday cult”.  There was evil and it is being exposed and the bullies who fanatically whitewash history are failing all the time. Truth can only be buried and hidden for so long.

A Retrospective Look at my Socio-Cultural experience in the Worldwide Church of God by Damon

(Earlier this year Damon recalled his life experience in the historic Worldwide Church of God. This time he has a new angle. It doesn’t take a genius to discover that the historic WCG was a totalitarian society (except those who profit from the system who are in a state of denialism). Totalitarianism and collectivism does not believe the individual counts  and that all competition is evil and bad. Totalitarians and collectivists preach a “gospel of co-operationism” but don’t be fooled by that nice sounding concept. It is nothing more than to make everyone and everything the same  bunch of yellow coloured pencils.  Usually a culture of  mediocrity is produced, where the misery is shared “equally” upon everyone. Damon, in his  wisdom knew the whole system was a facade from the beginning. Damon’s story is a real story of “rugged individualism” and courage against a system which represses individuality, creativity and  produced absolutely nothing for mankind for it’s betterment and well being—only to produce fear, tyranny and  destructively dysfunctional congregations. For standing up to a totalitarian system  Damon, we salute you! —The Editor)

The purpose of this article is to discuss my socio-cultural experience in the Worldwide Church of God. I was born and raised in the church. I experienced many things that a child normally would not experience. I had the special ability to sit quietly in church while most of the other children were blanket trained. Blanket training is where the parent(s) bring a blanket for the little ones to sit on during services. Along with the blankets were “quiet toys”. Quiet toys are toys that the little ones could play for example, cars, trucks and colouring books. The sight could be comparable to a daycare centre. I sat on the hard metal chairs listening to the sermon, quietly turning the bible to the scripture with my mother and father. My fathers’ logic was “well if my son can sit quietly at school, he can sit quietly at church”.  Around me were men that were hooked on every word, scribbling down notes with their briefcases on their lap. The women were busy tendering to the little ones crying, taking notes or staring at me like as if they have never seen a black child sit for two hours without crying or causing a disturbance. The positive thing was getting compliments from members about how “well behaved” I was. It made my parents very proud of me.

 

The only social event I looked forward to during my pre-YOU years was the annual softball tournament. This tournament was viewed as a major social gathering. Single women would come and watch “eligible” (defined by me as some guy in his 20’s and 30s, living at home with mom and dad, underemployed but he can play softball and is an Ambassador College graduate—marriage material!).  My father played on the team. I was just a spectator (and a critic—urban legend has it that I booed the team for bad play. One time I wore a paper bag over my head to protest how awful the team was).Usually they had a YES game and I was the kid who could actually play baseball but I was told “I was too competitive” so I was barred from playing. After a long, hot and humid day of watching the softball team lose games like the Toronto Maple Leafs, I was rewarded with a BBQ.  There were some women who stopped to chat but I couldn’t understand why. Maybe they thought I had dating “potential”. I played on the team during my YOU years and I liked going to the USA for the tournaments (got to meet a ton of cool teenage girls) but the politics of playing on my WWCG softball team, diminished my enjoyment of playing.

 

One word that would describe my local church area, the word would be “apathy”. It was OK to act like a downtrodden person, it was OK to appear meek, it was OK to have members look down at one another and it was OK to be culturally insensitive towards female members and visible minorities and it was OK to suck up to the minister, local elder and those who went to Ambassador College. This culture was a stark contrast to my time in elementary school. My elementary school took pride in doing our best, giving it all and being proud of our accomplishments. My pride and joy was watching the high school kick ass in football.  I loved watching the high school team play. They played with spirit, determination and it was clear to me, they had fun playing football. The students had fun going to the games and cheerleaders! It made me feel like I wanted to be a part of it. To a pre-teen, it was a distorted reality. Here are these people, who have no inkling about religion, having a good time while in the church, I hear preachers condemn the same people because “they were not called”.

 

My older brother played on the football team one year. I was happy for him he made the team and got some playing time. It was tough because he missed one game due to our forced observance of the Feast of Tabernacles in Niagara Falls, New York. My brother was a backup wide-receiver. He made a key catch late in the game to help the team make it to the finals. The city final was on a Saturday which was the Sabbath.  This Sabbath day was pure torture—especially this one since my brother could not play (that day, the high school team won the city championship). Sitting in church, I did not give a damn about what was being preached that day (in fact I wrote on my brother’s note pad “This sucks, local elder droning on about “worldly teens and how being a YOU member is better because teens do not face peer pressure in the church!). As an indicator of the kind of teammates they were—they pitched in 5 dollars each to buy my brother a championship jacket).  I think it was that moment. I chose to “do things my way” but I would have to be intelligent about it. You see, it was preached in the WWCG that if one quits, that person is viewed to be a parasite. There were those that bought into this line of thinking as part of the culture. A culture where asking questions was viewed as being “rebellious”.

 

This was the culture of the WWCG, “don’t ask questions, do as you’re told and all will be fine.” Culturally, the WWCG did not have a lot of culture in it. My 13-15 year old years was filled with “can’t do this, can’t do that filled with illogical explanations”. For instance, one of the highlights of the YOU year was the track and field meet. I stated above that my church area had a mentality of losing.   I signed up at my high school to get the proper training and guidance. My coach saw some potential in me. He placed me in hurdles because “if I made it to the provincial championships, it was on a Friday so I could participate”. My grade nine year, I did well. There were some kids who, by WWCG standards were good at track, but most were not. There was a YOU dance the night before. At church, it was announced that there shall be no mixed race dancing because of “the potential of black males being sexually aroused by our fantastic YOU girls.” What bothered me most was the attitude of the other black people in the WWCG. The attitude was met with deadpanned blasé. I expressed my displeasure in a language that is not fit to print. The night at the hotel, I stayed by myself while my parents met up with their friends to discuss this.  I recall some blamed me for “having a bad attitude”. I’m sorry but when a minister preaches why the policy on interracial dancing and his response was, “the potential of black males being sexually aroused by our fantastic YOU females.” I think I will be a little bit pissed off.  Combined that with the pressure on me to win (my YOU track team was lazy, unmotivated and the athleticism of the character Wimpy from the cartoon Popeye) made for a socially-uncomfortable weekend. That year, I obliterated the competition, won all the gold medals and began what I call “the state of Damon”. My thinking was, if this is how the WWCG wants to operate fine with me.  I choose not to support their views and I will not give an offering to this church.  

 

As time wore on, members of my local congregation really thought my parents were Geoffrey the Butler and Mamie the maid. Members came to my parents requesting rides, babysitting, housecleaning etc. I can understand an elderly person needing help cutting the lawn but when able bodied people come to my parents requesting help?  I got the “you’re not acting godly” card. One lady “banned” me from dating her sister (Like I really wanted to date her–she lived four hours away, she was fat, had a bad personality and I thought she was repulsive) Keep in mind this was my train of thought in the WWCG at around sixteen years old. However in my everyday teenage life it was sunny side up. I loved going to class, loved playing sports and tried to make hay by working part-time and in the summers working lots to save money. I faced disdain from my parents about my refusal to tithe because of my stance (and the fact the minister called my house to let my parent’s know I wasn’t tithing. He asked why and I told him why—“If this church views me as a ‘danger’ based on stereotypical, irrational, racist and illogical thoughts, why should I support them financially?” The response was pretty bold for a 16 year old kid. I felt I was ‘not good enough’ and was treated like second class dung.

 

My minster was concerned that I wrote a letter to the popular radio show “American Top 40” with Shadoe Stephens. This was a countdown show of the top 40 radio songs according to Billboard Magazine. Tara Kemp was a sexy R&B singer from San Francisco, California. Her first song was titled Hold you Tight.  I wrote in basically saying this “The major difference between me and the other kids at school are that I go to this church called the Worldwide Church of God. This church is not your typical church. I think this church caters to those individuals who like to be told what to do, when to do it, how to do it, and oh yes the “Yes minister how high I jump Mr. Minister”. I like Hold you Tight b/c it represents holding on to a goal. Shadoe could you play Hold You Tight. Ps. I think Ms. Kemp is cute.” My minister caught wind of this via another minister. I got called out in church for writing to what was described as “Satan’s music show”. I was told to “be prepared to experience a trial”. Next week, I was on the pulpit, defending myself. It was my sermon (wasn’t really a sermon—think of it as a news conference that president Obama has at the White House).  It really opened my eyes to the controlling, sideshow circus, the minister and our infamous local elder liked to do. He was “the boss” According to some, he got showed up by this se17 year old kid and his ego took a major beating.

 

By then the local church became dysfunctional. The minster was counselling women on their issues, and then having sex with them. His wife was having affairs with a couple of the male members. The local elder stole money from the church social fund to aid the purchase of a motorcycle for his son, who was accused of sexually assaulting a female member at a softball tournament in Toledo, Ohio.  One young Ambassador College grad was secretly married due to her getting pregnant by a young man who reminded me of Vanilla Ice. The younger members (the 20-30-somethings) complaining about lack of job prospects (the way I saw it, if an employer schedules you to work Friday night and/or Saturday—show up for your shift!) and lack of suitable dates in the church. I dated one YOU girl. She was the “eye-candy” of my time in YOU. I described her as “a YOU sorority girl”- a putrid person who thought because she was hot, she could treat any guy like she wanted to. I dumped her hard (and it felt so good doing it).In fact, during my YOU years the best relationship I had was with the personable lady at Canada Post. Canada Post had to have rubbed their hands with glee when I came to the post office with letters in hand.

 

I accepted one date from a 26 year old. She was attractive, had a job and graduated from a real university. The date was fine until she asked about my views on marriage. I was a senior in high school. At that point, my focus was on attending university and not entertains potential offers for marriage at 18.   I thought she was very nice but also a little desperate.  When it came close to Feast time, dictatorial sermons about how the Feast “is not a substitute for Christmas so don’t buy expensive things”. Yet, the minister’s kids walking in church with $100 Air Jordan’s, designer suits and this minister is telling ME how to spend my second tenth, third tenth and MY feast money that I worked for? Dysfunctional is the word to describe my 16-18 year old years in the WWCG. I describe YOU at this point as “a collection of YOU fratboys and YOU sorority girls” I only knew a couple of guys that I would talk to from other church areas but I was not a part of the YOU sorority/fraternity. From what I recall the Feast that year had drama from under aged drinking, recreational drug use and a couple of teenage girls got pregnant. Yet, I was chastised for not hanging out with this group of “fine YOU members”. I chose not to hang out with them simply because I did not want to. I found a few other YOU members that shared my philosophy and I really had a great time with them. By them, this was my attitude  I will use this quote from Rob Base in the song It Takes Two-“if you don’t like me so what I don’t care.”

 

 As my time was coming to a close, there was this special ceremony for the two young men, chosen by God (as they claim) to Ambassador College. Since one of the young men was the local elder’s son, my mom should have rolled over, take it in the ass and bake goodies for the tea. Proud of my mom for standing up and saying no because she felt it was unfair because I wasn’t getting the same recognition. This is what the local church elder said about me. “Damon thanks for YOU track, no one cares about you, and you will never get married, or succeed in life like my son.” Harsh words that would crumble any person’s soul. I recall a hush fell over church as the local elder walked off the stage. I had a look of internal anger. I don’t think I stayed for the tea, I went home. None of those guys even called to say good bye or anything like that. “Being friends” with them meant nothing. Compare that to my last year of high school, the friendships, successs and disappointments are things that bonded my graduating class. It was an easy decision which road I will choose to take. My WWCG chapter of my life ended after my first semester of university.

To conclude, this essay was a reflection of how the socio-cultural environment the WWCG was. It is based on my experience growing up in this environment and opinions expressed are those of the writer.

Another “Second Generation XCGer” Speaks Out!

(Editor’s note: We have on Gavin’s blog heard the testimony of Sienspirit, a young woman in her mid-20’s  discuss her time being in the Worldwide Church of God (historic, orthodox and evangelical periods) and discusses the ripple effect of the church’s destuctive policy on medical care which hit directly at home with her. Though members from the splinters came out from the woodwork (let’s say) to spew their venom  by suggesting that her testimony was exaggerated at best and fabricated at worst or that she was another second generation whiner who could not take any responsibility for her life  and the most childish and infantile suggestion that Sienspirit was not the most attractive of appearences (I actually liked her hair done in the third segment of the video and I really do think she has an Alyson Hannigan—American Pie fame, thing going on but that’s just my humble but complementary opinion), I thank God she had her defenders and I will proudly add my name to the list. Until Anderson Cooper gives people like her some prime time, Youtube and other internet media will be the route. I have also said some time ago have desired to hear some more stories of relating to an African American (or Canadian or Carribean) experience in Armstrongism. Well  I didn’t need to look to far. My brother’s friend in Y.O.U. days  has a story and it is a unique story. This brotha was an independent thinker from the get-go and trust me this guy has proven that there IS life after the WCG and more abundantly.  I hope all will enjoy this different kind of perspective.)

 

The Worldwide Church of God and Me—In Retrospect

By Damon

The year was 1973. That was the year I was born. That would make me ‘Born into the Worldwide Church of God.’ On the surface level, it seemed to be a wonderful blessing. My forced affiliation and traditions with the Worldwide Church of God will be remembered as a roller coaster ride.  I grew up in a conservative city. My family emigrated from a small, beautiful island in the Caribbean. My father discovered Herbert W. Armstrong on a radio station. My father was hooked on his word. My family soon after began to attend services. My family was the only black family in the local ‘church’ congregation. As you will see later on, the only black family in the church became an issue. I do not recall much about the first 5 years of my life, except for consumption of Pabulum, soiling my diapers and being in the mother’s room at ‘church’. Upon entering kindergarten, I interacted with the other children quite well, oblivious to the ‘church’. From early pictures of me, I was the “adorable black child.”

            At the age of seven, my parents signed me up for little league baseball. Like most children I grew up with, I had an appreciation for sports.  Little league baseball meant that every child played, regardless of ability and the teams were sponsored by local businesses. My father and mother took a little pride seeing me play. From what people say, I could hit the ball, run fast and play infield really well. The team I was on did well, advanced to the championship game. One problem for me, this game was on Saturday afternoon, coinciding with the strict observance of the Sabbath day. The Sabbath day was observed from sundown Friday night to sundown Saturday night. I kept the Sabbath by sleeping and being forced to watch “the World Tomorrow” telecast.  My mom was super busy preparing meals, getting our church clothes ready before sundown because it was forbidden to iron clothes on Saturday morning or prepare meals on Saturday. If that was true, how come the ladies who cooked up pot luck meals had their crock pots cooking during the sermon? The coached begged my parents to let me play.  Naturally, I wanted to play. My father said no. My team lost the championship game and I felt bad since to this day, many parents said, “If I was there, team would have won.”

In the neighbourhood I grew up in, it was common knowledge that I did not go out Friday nights, ate pork hotdogs, and did not observed Christmas, any birthdays, Halloween (even the kids dared not to go my house. My overzealous parents chided at the ‘worldly’ kids). Instead I celebrated Days of Unleavened Bread (that was fun, seeing my parents scour the house as if the CIA was coming to do inspection), Pentecost, other holy days and the world renowned Feast of Tabernacles (OK, so the Feast wasn’t that bad as a youth…until my high school years came along where I spent most of the free time at the Feast doing the homework that I needed to do to keep my grades up so that I can get into university/college.). During this portion of my life, I was popular with the other children at school, received a lot of ‘compassion’ Halloween candy since they did not understand why I was not allowed to trick or treat.

On the family side, things began to sour. My father got fired from his good paying career because he refused to work a Friday night shift that he was scheduled to work. Then he tried to call the church lawyer using the “religious freedom” card. The lawyer in our church stated that he can’t help him and hung up the phone rudely. In my opinion, losing a career in the manner my father did was irresponsible. As I look around me at church, the YOU group my brother was in were nice kids outside of church, but in church a collection of disinterested teens that did not care about church. I was in YES. I dutifully completed the bible lessons and I got my YES certificate from the minister—a stiff as a cardboard Englishman.  I admit his daughter was cool to me because she was coming to church with yellow hair and openly criticizing the church current doctrines.  I recall when word got out that she was pregnant, the self-righteousness of many people felt it was their right to openly criticize her. Using names like “whore”, members (particularly the single men) started to quote this line about “be you not unequally yoked”. That service was just bizarre. I felt sorry for her. I saw in tears outside the meeting hall (a very old public school in another end of town) I said to her, I do not condone in this behaviour”. I then decided it was time for me to “go on strike with the WWCG”.

My biggest complaint with the ‘church’ was the policy on interracial dancing. My brother and I were not allowed to go because of this reason and I quote “The Worldwide Church of God view is that interracial dancing can ignite sexual arousal in black men so we don’t allow black men to dance with someone outside their race.” The minster went on to say that it was OK to call a black person “nigger”. The two statements are the most ignorant, short-sighted, ridiculous statements I have ever sat through in my life. This was said in the middle of church! Recall that my family was the only black family in the congregation.   I threw a temper tantrum like former tennis star John McEnroe in his prime at church and to this day, I am very proud of myself for speaking out in the middle of church! I got some lashes from my father for it when I got home, but I felt strongly that what the minister said was racist. It became the ‘hot-topic’ in the church district I resided in. The minister tried to “smooth things over” but the mere sight of him entering my parents house would make me want to toss him out in the manner like Philip Banks did to Jazz on the 90s sitcom “The Fresh Prince of Bel Air” television show—throw Jazz out of the house!

Herbert W. Armstrong, the founder of the Worldwide Church of God had died. From what I recall of this man, he was elderly, had this cartoon of him with the locomotive with the caption “Putting the Church back on Track”, his magnifying glass when he read the bible during that satellite transmission service on the first day of the Feast of Tabernacles (I was in Niagara Falls, New York and one year I was in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin) and the phrase “Blow the dust off your bible!”. My grade 8 year was rewarding. I did well academically, led my elementary basketball team to the city championship but I missed out on the end of term trip to Quebec City, Quebec because my father felt it would be better to save money for the Feast and the return date was a Saturday. Instead I sat at school for three days in the library thinking the ways I will get 90 percent in school so I can attend college or university and quit church!

I heard that entering YOU should be a joyous time in a young person’s life. I was versed in YOU at an early because my brother was in the track meets and volleyball tournaments. From what I recall of these events, I thought to myself that I would be better off playing high school sports.  As a gift, my Mom thought it would be cool to get a YOU jacket. At first, they looked Ok from the bleacher seats at the Niagara Falls Convention Center. Upon closer look, my reaction was “UGH, who would wear this?” I advised my parents not to buy this jacket as I thought it was corny. My mom bought it for me as a Feast gift. Think of this situation like the Canadian cartoon “The Sweater” (if you have not seen this classic cartoon in which a young boy is devastated that his mother bought a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey instead of the Montreal Canadians’ jersey) I had similar emotions to getting this YOU jacket.  I never wore it much and I asked her why when the money could be used to spend on a decent fall jacket that I could wear to school. At the Feast, the perception got around that I was “arrogant, cocky, bad attitude kid!” That perception was not true. One difficult thing to cope was the “double life” I lived. At school, I was NORMAL. I define normal as a typical teenage guy. I like sports, I liked girls (back then my prerequisites were: must like sports, must like Paula Abdul, Janet Jackson music and be a nice girl). I would never date ‘in the church’ because the girls lived too far away (Have you ever had a relationship consisting of sending letters by mail and seeing someone once every six months?). I witnessed the competition to attract the love of a WWCG single woman (or man). Choices were:  old men who still live at home with Mom (older women who did not appear to be confident in themselves) and/or the Ambassador College men (or woman) who, for the most part were on their way to a worthless education because Ambassador College was unaccredited (The running joke within the WWCG was that many of the young women went to Ambassador College to “get their MRS. degree”). This did not appeal to me. I dated girls from my high school because I shared some common interest with them and these girls actually liked me!

As the Worldwide Church of God became more delirious, I became a good student and a decent high school athlete. Yes, there was the odd time I could not play on a Friday night basketball game or go to an out of town tournament but I felt that the coaches were very understanding and I was grateful for that. I had friends at school that I still consider today a friend. On the other hand, at church the unjust perception of me “that black kid with an attitude problem” was there. I did not smoke, drink or act like an ass at church. To quote a line from Public Enemy rap song “Don’t Believe the Hype”: “Some say I’m a negative but I am a positive, not many understand. The media says this”. In this case, the media is the self-righteous members of the WWCG.

By this time, my brother is attending university and doing well academically. He and I kept in touch. He came out to watch me destroy the YOU competition at the track weekend. Yet, I had this angst about church issues. I felt this way because I had this sense that the WWCG is so bizarre. I have seen my parents struggle to make ends meet, courtesy of the tithing guidelines (how it worked was as follows 10% goes to headquarters, 10% was reserved for holy days and every third year, 3rd tithe.) I saw many examples of hypocrisy and disrespectful behaviour/attitude toward my family.   I tried hard to put the ‘church’ out of my mind and not let people deter me from what I want to do with my life. I was about 16-17 years old.  My local congregation got a new minister, this short, happy smiling guy on the surface. Away from church, his wife was having sexual affairs with other men in our sister congregation. The seemingly popular “in crowd” at church I describe as their definition “cool” in the church, nobodies in everyday life. As for me, I compare myself to the line in the song “Piece of my Heart” by Tara Kemp. “A brother like me kept on smoking.”

  The church Summer Educational Program was the selling point and it was heavily advertised due in part to the new location in Shawinigan Lake, British Columbia, Canada.  My parents were keen to send me to this camp. I was indifferent to attend this because I heard some wild stories about mental abuse, unqualified staff and something about teens committing suicide when they finished the SEP program. I was not thrilled about going because I was working, saving money for more important things like college/university tuition and my high school co-op placement as a teller at a major bank had to be completed. I asked several questions about this SEP program. The minister was quick to provide vague answers. I asked him about how many black kids go because I was not prepared to sit out a dance, not participate in dance class due to the church’s insane policy regarding interracial matters. The minister came to my parents’ house to explain how SEP works, how I would be a “leader for the black kids”. I told him I am no role model for anyone.  The minister assured me that those rules were done away with, realized they were rules that created sensitivity issues etc. I went to camp, first dance they had, no interracial dancing (not even in dance class!) I remember the camp director. I never liked this man because in a YOU track meet earlier this summer, he made comments about black people that I felt were insensitive. I sat alone by the lake. One of the girls’ counsellors found me and asked why I was not dancing. I told her why. She was SHOCKED to find out the rule existed. 

After camp, I went home, told my folks that the minister is a liar. SEP was something I personally did not benefit from the viewpoint that I was active with high school activities and I had much more fun participating in that. Seeing a different part of the world was great and some of the other campers were OK to get along with. I was put off by the lack of qualified staff, the instruction and the amount of ministers that were just hanging around camp with nothing to do. My last year of high school is here.  Usually it is times of anticipation, excitement of apply to different community colleges and universities.  I was attending the Feast in Niagara Falls. I keep a Feast journal detailing my adventures at the Feast.  I was happy to write in my Feast journal that this is my last Feast and I have enough evidence to conclude that the Worldwide Church of God is a complete farce.  My experience dealing with hypocrisy, racism (not just with Caucasian people but other black members of the WWCG were racist towards me due to my refusal to date their daughters and being called a “sell-out”. For those that do not understand a “sell-out” is a black person who “acts white.” By that I mean young black males like myself who do well in school, do well in extra curricular activities and are decent in character. For instance there was one young black woman who thought it was her divine right to go up in my parents face after church one and state this in a nasty attitude that was evident in some black women back then. I quote “You have raised beautiful white children”. I know most who read this may not understand but I will state that was very hurtful towards my mother. My reaction, some CHOICE words for this young woman), church leadership (and I have not even touched on the doctrinal side of the Church in this retrospective look) and the two-faced attitude of most of the members I came into contact with. My last year of YOU, I went through the motions of church. I came because I was told to by my father, dressed very nicely,  took notes but when I went home, I did my homework and worked at a retail sporting good outlet (and yes I worked on Friday nights and Saturday because my boss said so!)  I chose not to pay tithes because I felt that since no one in the WWCG could provide me with an accounting statement of where is the money going, why should I give my hard earned money to an organization that treats me like second class citizen, and in my view do not respect me as a young black male? I wonder how my parents endured this when I was able to see through the lies, deceit and the racial nonsense of this ‘church’.

I personally have met wonderful people that were affiliated with the WWCG. I know that those people had a positive influence in my youth. Today, I am proud university graduate…working at a career that I enjoy each day. I am healthy, happy and I have many interests that I love to do. Social networking sites like Facebook have allowed me to reconnect with friends from my elementary and secondary school days.

 

 

A sista’s struggle in Armstrongism

 

I am going to repeat what J of Shadows of WCG said, “Just read it.And then tell me that God was in Armstrongism. Tell me that this was God’s True Church. Tell me. Just read it.”

Who’s story we are talking about this time? It is a sista’s story in Armstrongism. For those who are of Caucassian persuasion culturally :), a “sista” is an African American colloqualism of “sister”. Yes, a very sad story of growing up in the historic WCG but I am damn glad that Sheena has now found peace of mind among the insanity that she had to face, though she laments that her mother is still in the WCG, though it has become an evangelical denomination, there is systematic cultism in the organization. Like myself, Sheena is a believer in Christ—but remains suspicious of the organized church (and there are intelligent reasons for being suspicious, anyone who thinks this is a form rebellion, you need your heart and head examined). I guess I am going to tell the world again, that I agree with Mike Feazell when he said on a tape a few years ago back in the ’90’s when the WCG shifted to evangelicalism that it was tough to be black and a woman in the historic WCG. No argument here. Sheena’s story is a firm, unarguable confirmation of events.

By the way I am interested in anyother stories if anyone is of African-American, African-Canadian and Afro-Carribean background who had to tolerate the racial nonsense in the historic WCG. If you attend Ambassador College in the 60’s through the ’80’s, the story should be a tad more exciting!  Your stories truly have a home here.

Sheena’s story is on the ESN site here.