So you said in your first letter that the WTBTS is racist
Could you copy and paste that, AK? I'm missing it somehow in my reading.
In the east Texas congregation I was in for my entire 12-year JW stint, the races numbered pretty much the same as the general population, which was about 3/5 white, 2/5 black, 1/5 latino (we called it "chicano" back then). There was great racial harmony among the congregation; it was one of the things that initially endeared the congregation to me.
However, one Saturday I wound up working with a group of three black sisters (I'm a white male), and at lunchtime we went to a Dairy Queen to eat, where we all sat together; I didn't think anything about this, but after a while one of the sisters asked me if I noticed everyone staring at me (this was in about 1977). I said no, I wasn't paying any attention. This opener led to a discussion about racial tension in the history of the congregation. It turned out that the congregations had been segregated in the not-so-distant past. The sister explained to me that the excuse given for this was some kind of government legality, which I can't remember now, but it tied in with the civil rights changes and forced desegregation that came about in the sixties. The sister had a friend who was a member of a church, and the two of them were always at each other about which religion was more racially progressive. This church also was segregated, and also used the legality as its reason.
So the legality was removed by the civil rights changes. Then the brothers expected to be told by the society immediately that they should combine the congregations into integrated ones by location rather than segregated by race. But the instruction didn't come. Months went by, and they were still segregated. The other church went on and announced that people were free to attend wherever, although in actuality nobody much tried attending anywhere else but where they were accustomed to going.
The brothers wrote a letter, asking for advice. The society wrote back telling them that the matter was being reviewed, and that they would deal with it in their own time. And more months went by. Finally, after about a year, the instruction came to hold mixed meetings.
This was a surprise to me, because the different races got along so well in that congregation. It truly had the feel of a brotherhood, at least from the racial aspect. We gathered at each other's houses, became personal friends and ran around together even when not in service. It was as close to racial harmony as I've ever been.
COMF