Yesterday, when I was driving through Holland, Michigan, I was a little lost looking for the Human Resources office. I was heading down a busy divided four lane street unfamiliar, when I looked up and there it was, a Kingdom Hall in all it's radiant three day quick-build glory. And for the first time, rather than just the usual cringe, I felt ANGRY!
Since my only, beloved sister, her family and my baby brother (45 years old, but still my baby brother) and his wife have decided to shun me, so completely that even if one of them is eaten up with cancer, dying or dead, they find me so disgusting that they will not contact me. The reality of the control of the WTBTS has sunk in more than it ever did. And I am finally angry about it.
I have gone through these emotions over the past few years, since becoming inactive (but still mostly believing) until now. Specifically these are the emotions I have felt, in order chronologically, when passing a Kingdom Hall.
- Sadly sentimental "Ohhh, there's a Kingdom Hall *Sigh*"
- Yikes! There's a Kingdom Hall " "If I went in there and they knew all about me, they'd back away and there'd be a 30 foot circumfrence circle between me and the frightened congregants"
- "Oh God, not another one."
- Lady-like me: flipping them off.
- Anger!!!!
Now I just want signs posted outside each one that say, "Warning: these people may seem harmless, but they break up families!!!" Then give a web-site address and/or phone number.
I just thought I'd share my new-found anger. I read Crisis of Conscience in 2001 and that's when I knew 100% the WTBTS were dangerous liars. I had been inactive since 1991 or 1992.
Feel free to rant about your anger or come up with signs to post near Kingdom Halls. Please post. I need fellow feeling.