Following on the heels of what Bowen said about Ray, I began to see a statement that real soon began to get under my skin. I've read it several times since and I hafta say: that little irritant is beginning to fester more than I care for.
The statement was something in the neighborhood of,
"Let's not get side-tracked with this Franz / Bowen fiasco and remember who our REAL enemy is... the Watchtower Society!"
Well... if I wasn't a pariah already what I'm about to pen is sure to put me in even rarer company than where I already was. I'm here to tell you...
... the Watchtower Society ain't my enemy.
Yeah, my mother "found the Truth(tm) / Jehovah's People(tm)" when I was a little boy. At five going on six, I was even more clueless back then than I am now (if you can wrap your mind around *that* idea). I had no frame of reference with which to compare the JW "truth," so I bought it all. I was a believer and remained a believer for the next thirty years.
It wasn't until I was in my mid-thirties before the lights started to flicker on in what little mind I have. By then, any chance of reaching my potential in this life was gone and I knew it. No college, no highschool sports or glee club or student government or band or even hanging out with classmates and other neighborhood kids. They were "worldly" you know. Beneath me. Beneath us. But... y'all already know everything I missed. Y'all lived thru it, too.
Still....
... the Watchtower Society is no more my enemy than my mother is. If I wanted to blame somebody, I'd blame Mamma and I think I could make a pretty damn good case. After all, it was her dumb, god-oriented, "religious" ass that led her to deprive her six kids of holidays, birthday parties, school functions, and a college education that we all surely could have gotten without her having to spend a dime.
Should I blame my Mamma? Is she my enemy?
Or...
... if I wanted to, I'd blame Daddy who didn't have it in him to deal with what he had to deal with back then in the South... being a Black man and all, strugglin' like he had to struggle with six kids and a wife that never really heard him. I wish, good god I wish, that he woulda hung around... for his kids, if for no other reason. If he had, I have no doubt that he could have and would have counter-balanced my Mamma's religion and gave all us kids -- HIS kids -- a chance. I make a solemn promise: -- as long as I have breath, it's what I hope to do for mine.
Should I blame Daddy? Is he my enemy?
Now that I think about it and as much as I hate to admit it -- I could be the fallguy.
Why did I never question? And, in the half-dozen times when I did have those nagging type questions that there was never a wt article about, why didn't I follow those questionings and do research in the encyclopedias that I always liked to read?
Yeah, when I was in grade school I had an excuse. But then I became a teen-ager, supposedly a point in a person's life where they begin to settle into their own. Why didn't I? Even worse... I got older. I became a "man." Even then, I followed the gb like a bull with a ring in his nose. A bull -- with the strength to at least tug at the leash. I never did. Not until I was way past thirty.
So, should I blame me? Am I my enemy?
.
Yeah.
When I think about it, the more I think about it -- the Watchtower Society ain't my enemy. I'm looking for that bastard, though. Been looking for almost ten years. I promise you...
... when I find him, I'm gonna kick his ass.