My mum showed me this e-mail her JW friend had sent her last week.
In it the friend explained how wonderful the magazines are and how they provide food at the proper time because they had recently had an article in about ' Being Prepared for the Unexpected'. The article had told them to have a bag packed with emergency stuff in case they ever needed to Leave the House in a Hurry. So they were told to pack dried food, a wallet with important documents in, waterproof clothing etc.
Now this, it seems, was pretty relevant because I live in Gloucester where were had terrible floods a few weeks ago, and some peoples houses were flooded out, the entire city had its water cut off for a fortnight because the pumping station flooded, and most work places were unable to allow staff in because they were not able to provide flushing toilets or running water.
So my mims friend was totally blown away by how Jehovah is so clever - although having dried food and your passport in a waterproof wallet did nothing to help you flush the toilet for a fortnight.
But - now heres to point of this long and rambling story - I suddenly got super angry about this article and its survivialist mentalilty. I got so mad that in the end I had to stop talking because I was picking a ridiculous argument with my mum about it, and I just sat in a sulk with tears rolling down my face in that 'im not really crying' style.
So why was I so angry. I dont know really. What I told my mum kind of makes sense but it doesnt really explain this sudden explosion of emotion. I said I hated being a JW kid in the 70's, because we were brought up on a diet of war stories about persecution and surviving it. We were always stashing food in the attic, making cloth toys stuffed with dried beans so there;d be something to eat when they came to persecute us. The year book was always full of stories about bycicle spokes being pushed through brothers legs and their toe nails being pulled off with plyers, and the implication was that as gods people we would definately be targetted for this kind of thing. The sisters in the cong were always yabbing on about how Jehovah stopped the pain before you passed out.
As a kid I was told to pray for the brothers in Malawi every night. I know that stuff that happened to them was terrible, but no-one stopped to tell a 7 yr old kid that it was unlikely such governmental brutality would ever happen in a first world country with a developed legal system of human rights. I just thought it was completely inevitable that all that stuff would happen to me, it was just a case of when, not if.
Imagine bringing a child up with that?
The funny thing was, as I was ranting on about all this, my 9 yr old daughter was sat listening and my mum said "Shhh, Chloe will hear!" So I went off again BOOM!!!!! "I shouted "WHAT, SO ITS OK TO FILL MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WITH ALL THAT, BUT CHLOES NOT ALLOWED TO HEAR ONE CONVERSATION ABOUT IT"
Honestly!