I am a lawyer and love it. It matches my spirit. My specialty is civil rights, particularly the Establishment Clause. The Witness battles led to my interest. Once I was doing some research for my writing sample on faith-based social organizations and federal funding. As I scrolled down Lexis, I found a law review article about Jehovah's Witnesses in Japan both before and during WWII. My eyeballs popped out. When I saw the author was a woman, they almost needed to call 911 for me. I dropped my research immediately and started to read.
The ordeals Witnesses faced could make very moving stories, underlying eternal legal truths. The article did not reference a single person! It was a tribute to the Society. The Society was not tortured, lost income, imprisoned and murdered! I wanted to vomit. Next, the female part. My JW father tried to pull me out of high school so he could watch me bag groceries. It was JW, plus punitive with his own craziness. Not even my strong ties to my mother, brother and sister, would make me submit. I spoke to the principal in vague terms, knowing I would move to a foster home. It was clear that I would graduate and go to college. The price would be very, very high. Fortunately, he died first. My mother not stopping him would have killed my soul.
College was sheer hell. Swirling messages of assertion from Columbia and submission from the Witnesses cluttered my mind. Try as hard as I could I could not submit. My family thought I did outrageous things. I was sorely confused. The filter of time reveals I did some such itsy bitsy, inconsequential adolescent behavior. Yet I was labelled. Education was my ticket out from this life style. I studied with a passion even my most Harvard bound classmates could not match. A very elite school in NY gave me a full merit scholarship to study law. Upon graduation, I worked for a massive Wall St. law firm and the U.S. Senate Subcommitte on the Constitution. Minding my own business, I entered the firm's spacious library to do research. Glass walls had a spectular view of lower Manhattan, the Statute of Liberty and Brooklyn. As I sat with coffee cup in hand, I was eerily shocked. I was looking down on the Bethel building with the time and temp flashing. Sweet, sweet revenge.
I wrote a note to the author, one female lawyer to another. Knowing she would not respond, I told her of my shock and briefly outlined my journey. If I submitted, I would bag groceries or clean homes all day. Maybe a lawyer converted. Highly unlikely. The dissonance between legal work and Witness cult thinking is enormous. Perhaps I acquired a certain je ne sais quo living in the NY area. Very few people could segment their minds with Chinese walls. If you think critically about cases (could not practice law without this skill), how do you not employ those skills to the Witnesses? I am bitter. Are these female lawyers trust fund babies. Imagine the power such a person can wield in the Witnesses! A mediocre person in normal life could reach the pinnacle of WT power. Heady stuff. I am outraged.