Well, guys, here it is. It's going in the mail tomorrow. It's for me but, Dad, it's also for you. You stood up for so many people in your life that it's about bloody time someone stood up for you. I love you.
Happy reading. Think I might get a visit from the elders out of this one?
Body of Elders Preston Park (Plano), Texas Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses 1912 Hedgecoxe Road Plano, TX
Dear Sirs:
On February 16, 2003, my father, William C. Bibbee, committed suicide by shooting himself through the left ear. On September 19, 2002, he attempted suicide using pills and alcohol. This letter is to inform you that I consider you, the elders of Preston Park (Plano), Texas Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses, bloodguilty in connection with my father’s death. He was 78 years old at the time of his death.
My father was baptized in 1960. He was a servant in every congregation which we attended, from Pennsylvania to California to the Virgin Islands to Australia to Texas. When the elder arrangement started in the early 1970’s, he was appointed an elder and remained one until 2001. In September 2000, we sadly made the decision to put my mother, his wife of over 50 years, into a nursing home. That event changed my father greatly, and if it was a physical or emotional change I will never know.
At this point, ask yourselves these questions:
1. Did any of you ever invite him out for a meal or over to your house?
2. Did you ever visit him in the hospital?
3. Did you ever call him just to chat and ask how he was doing?
4. Did you ever make a shepherding call on him?
5. What did YOU personally do to encourage or help Bill Bibbee?
In early 2001, because of his extreme loneliness, Dad had a brief affair with a woman who lived in his retirement home. He confessed the affair to you. He was disfellowshipped on March 1, 2001. On March 9, 2001, he came to us and subsequently to you and said he had stopped the affair and was sincerely repentant.
For the next year my father petitioned you over and over again for reinstatement and was consistently rebuffed. He attended every meeting, followed your rules to the letter about where to sit and where not to sit, when to come in and when to leave, and became more and more frustrated because of your vague assertions that he needed to show “more” humility, or that he didn’t seem repentant “enough.” He was hospitalized several times with chest pains brought on by his anxiety over your callous behavior. Not once did you ever visit him when he was in the hospital or call to inquire about his health. In fact, I once gave Wayne Christensen my father’s phone number at the hospital and begged him to call, and he refused to help us help my dad.
In early March 2002, you finally deigned to allow my father back into the congregation, and he was elated to be able to talk to his spiritual brothers and sisters again. However, he soon realized it was a hollow form of acceptance. (Luke 17:1-4) He was extremely lonely and became severely depressed. You treated him as though the previous 40 years of faithful service had never existed.
Again, ask yourselves these questions:
1. Did any of you ever invite him out for a meal or over to your house?
2. Did you ever visit him in the hospital?
3. Did you ever call him just to chat and ask how he was doing?
4. Did you ever make a shepherding call on him?
5. What did YOU personally do to encourage or help Bill Bibbee?
In September 2002, my father, in a state of major depression and almost in tears, approached the Circuit Overseer, William Osbeck, and told him how depressed and lonely he was, that no one ever invited him out or did anything with him outside of meetings and service. The Circuit Overseer’s reply was, “well, YOU take the initiative. YOU invite someone out.” That is one of the most stupid and insensitive things I’ve ever heard one person say to another, especially to a 78-year-old man who is on a fixed income and living in a one-room efficiency apartment at a retirement home. Those were the words of yet another person who didn’t care. Three days later my father drank 12 glasses of wine and swallowed 18 Xanax in an attempt to end his life. I said nothing to you because I didn’t want you to have another excuse to browbeat my father. You were already doing a great job of that: “don’t work out in service with a sister”; “don’t touch a sister’s hand or give her a hug”; “don’t sit so far in the back of the hall.” (Matt. 23:24; Matt. 12:1-14)
A few months later my father called me, all excited, because two of you elders said you were going to visit him. He was happy at the thought that he was going to finally get a shepherding call, which he had NEVER had from you elders, either before his disfellowshipping or after his reinstatement. He was so proud to get a visit that he reserved a conference room at his retirement home for it. After your visit, he called me and sounded so depressed, so defeated, because the ONLY reason you’d come to visit was to scold him for giving Becky Potts, a family friend we’ve known for over 20 years, a hug at the last circuit assembly. Again, I said nothing because I didn’t want to get him in further trouble with you.
Well, he’s at peace now where you can’t hurt him anymore, and I don’t have any reason to keep silent. You have behaved exactly like the Pharisees whom Jesus condemned. You will have to answer to Jehovah for your actions. (Matt.25:41-46) I have nothing but contempt and disgust for you. I now understand why the concept of hellfire was invented because some crimes against people are so heinous that mere unconsciousness for the perpetrator does not seem sufficient punishment.
I am sending this letter to the members of the Preston Park (Plano), Texas Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses for whom I have addresses, because they have a right to know what happened. Hopefully with this knowledge no one else will suffer as my father did. I do not want this matter to either be quietly ignored or made the subject of a nicely vague little Local Needs talk about hospitality or showing respect for the elders, along with a hastily arranged visit for me from the elders in my congregation to shut me up. I am sending this to William Osbeck, because my father’s first suicide attempt was a direct result of his callous words. I am sending this to Headquarters in Brooklyn, because they are responsible for overall congregation policy even though they will wash their hands of you personally and say they aren’t responsible for individual elders’ actions. I am sending this to Valerie Williams of Channel 8 because in view of her excellent reporting on the problem of child abuse among Jehovah’s Witnesses I thought she might be interested in yet another aspect of our “loving brotherhood.” I am sending this to the editor of the Religion section of the Dallas Morning News for the same reason.
In conclusion, if you elders are truly God’s representatives, as asserted time and again in the Watchtower (August 1, 2002, pp. 13-14) and from the platform, then you need to make some drastic changes to avoid further bloodguilt. Your behavior goes far beyond the lame excuse of “imperfection.” The so-called “worldly” people in Dad’s retirement home showed more Christian love and compassion to him than his “spiritual brothers and sisters,” which is why we had his memorial service there. You have given a very bad witness to a great many people.
By this all will know that you are my disciples,
if you have love among yourselves.
John 13:35
SHAME ON YOU.
Sincerely,
Christina L. Scott
P.S. To those members of the congregation who invited my father over for a meal or out to dinner, specifically Pat & Mindy Leary and Will & Sharon Laws and the Crocketts, and any others I may have overlooked – THANK YOU VERY MUCH. To those who didn’t but now wish they had, here’s what you can do in my father’s memory: look around and find someone lonely, whether old or young, and invite that person over to your house for a meal. Take a personal interest in someone who needs it. Smile and give a hug to someone who looks depressed. By doing these things you will be imitating our Great Teacher, Jesus Christ, you will honor the memory of my father, who gave so much to so many, and you will indeed give a good witness to all you meet.
cc: Members of the Preston Park (Plano), TX Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses
William Osbeck Watchtower Bible & Tract Society, Brooklyn, New York Ms. Valerie Williams, WFAA Channel 8 News Editor, Religion Section, Dallas Morning News