When I heard Julia Scheeres had a
new book coming out, I jumped on it. I read her memoir, Jesus Land, several years ago and found it fascinating. I was even more eager to
read the new book: A Thousand Lives: The Untold Story of Hope, Deception and Survival at Jonestown. I was not
disappointed. Scheeres was working on a novel about a charismatic preacher from
Indiana, when she looked up Jim Jones and then discovered the released, but
untapped FBI archives, audio files and documents, of Jonestown.
In her introduction, Scheeres
writes, “I believe that true stories are more powerful, in a meaningful,
existential way, than made-up ones. Learning about other people’s lives somehow
puts one’s own life into sharper relief… You won’t find the word cult in this book, unless I’m directly
citing a source that uses the word… The word cult only discourages intellectual curiosity and empathy. As one
survivor told me, nobody joins a cult.”
As I read this book, that last
sentence came to me over and over: “Nobody joins a cult.” The book opens with a
brief description of people arriving in Guyana to go to Jonestown. It quickly
flashes back, then, to the early life of Jim Jones and his attraction to the
church. He was drawn to the power and attention given to the man behind the
pulpit and the physical aspects of devotion in Pentecostalism (speaking in
tongues, slain the Spirit, dancing and prophesying). He began preaching in his
late teens and proclaimed a message of God’s call to racial integration.
It was Jones’s push toward racial
harmony that drew people to his church. In the book, many people recount how
the Peoples Temple Full Gospel Church was their first encounter with black and
white people worshipping together. The success of Jones’s ministry and its
focus on neighborhood service drew much attention and many accolades. Many
people were willing to give freely to such a mission and that initial
dedication is what many of his followers would bring back to their minds when
they later thought Jones was straying from his message and, possibly, his
sanity.
Jones later proclaims himself as
“the one they call God” by denouncing the violence and segregation of the Bible
(he repeatedly points to its “support” of slavery). When he moves his
congregation from Indiana to California, everything becomes about loyalty to
him. Even in the Indianapolis congregation, Jones presses people to lie on the
floor one Sunday to test their trust in and faithfulness to him. This is one of
the first signs of his maniacal behavior and the demands he will place on his
followers. Even as evidence of Jones’s deceptions and pressures became evident,
Scheeres writes:
True believers had an answer for everything. They excused Jones’s peculiarities with the maxim, the end justifies the means. The beatings, the swats- it was all showmanship, they said. The disciplines didn’t really hurt. Jones’s antics- like stomping on a Bible or [swearing during a sermon] – were all theater. He likes to get a rise out of people to force them to pay attention. Those members who were offended by his increasingly bizarre and cruel behavior kept quiet, and in their silence, seemed to condone it. (p. 88f)
Eventually as people move to
Guyana, the book becomes like a horror movie. I could barely contain myself
from screaming, “Don’t get on the plane! Escape through the jungle! Don’t eat
the sandwich! Don’t drink the Kool-aid!” That last line is what most people
know, if anything, about Jonestown- that nearly 1,000 people died there in
November 1978 because they followed their leader, who was obviously crazy.
People who are old enough to remember the story may recall a few other details-
the number of children killed, the assassination of Congressman Leo Ryan, the
pictures of the dead spread out in a field.
“Don’t drink the Kool-aid” is hardly
the complete legacy of Jonestown, idealized to many who died there as a
socialist paradise where everyone contributed and received according to their
abilities and needs. Even as Jones obviously unraveled, people alternately
agreed because they believed in the truth he had preached at one time or
because they want him to leave them alone. Jones held two suicide “drills”
before the actual incident. People were routinely harassed into voting to
“support revolutionary suicide” so many times that it ceased to become
shocking. You know the ending to this book, but you don’t know the story.
One thing that I kept turning over
in my mind as I read this book was the knowledge of the cults we have seen and
that continue to exist since Jonestown. A thousand people died, manipulated to
death by a drugged madman convinced he was God. And since we’ve had Branch
Davidians, Heaven’s Gate, and several others. My inability to complete the
previous sentence in the way I want
brings me to my point in recommending this book: just because people are clean
and tidy or are technically protected under the First Amendment doesn’t mean
they are not in a cult. No one joins a cult, but almost no one is able to voluntarily
leave one. If you’re like me at all, names and pictures are coming to your mind
of current organizations, supposedly religious in nature, that manipulate,
mentally torture and extort those who join.
When we dismiss the people of
Jonestown as weak-willed, we are ignoring the truth that history repeats itself
and the only way to stop the cycle is to speak the truth. Loudly. Frequently.
In all times and places (or close to it). Many of us still come to new
congregations in which people are surprised to be encouraged (or allowed) to
ask questions and take truths apart. Our ability to question and even doubt
does not undo what is true, especially about God. The more questions are
encouraged, the less anyone person can claim to have all the answers. That can
be unnerving, but it can also be empowering. And it’s the only way to prevent
the success of cult mind control.
A
Thousand Lives gave me the shivers… because of what’s in the past and what
could easily be in the future. Probably not a book for a women’s circle, but
possibly good for your young adult book group, for fans of true crime or
contemporary history, or anyone who wonders how things like this could (and do)
happen.
Scheeres, Julia. A
Thousand Lives: The Untold Story of Hope, Deception and Survival at Jonestown.
Free Press; New York, NY. October 2011
Reviewed copy purchased by reviewer.
Julia, thanks for this review. I remember the first news pictures of Jonestown, and somewhere in a file cabinet of my mother's is the sermon our Methodist pastor preached trying to help our church understand what had happened and where God was in the midst of it.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you think, Gals and Pals? Does this sound like something a church book group could read?
Wow! Thank you for this review. I'm riveted and want to immediately buy it to read (for myself, first, then figure out what other groups I might share it with).
ReplyDeleteAfter reading the review, I have no doubt my congregation would find this book a lively source of discussion and interest and learnings.
ReplyDeletePastorJulia, what else do you recommend from this author? It sounds like you are a fan of hers....
ummm, duh, I just re-read and saw that you liked "Jesus Land".
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading both!
Thanks for this! I'm definitely adding this to my list.
ReplyDeleteThe news reporter who was killed (maybe there was more than one?) was the dad of the boy who sat behind me in my Spanish class in high school. What I remember about this is how completely oblivious I was to the tragedy that had befallen him; at that age, I was far more fascinated in a gruesome way with what had happened. To this day, I wish I could go back and tell him how sorry I am that I didn't react to his pain, and that the adults in our life didn't guide us in doing so. That, and a similar childhood experience in which no adult spoke openly of a crisis in my life, have had a profound impact on my willingness to be different with the children with whom I work daily as a school chaplain.
ReplyDeleteI think that reading this book might be a good thing for me...