No physical fights in my JW career. Plenty of verbal abuse though. Tongue can be like a knife in the back.
Blondie
Fistfights at the KH/ assembly hall.
by avishai 33 Replies latest jw friends
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Sunnygal41
I never saw physical violence between Witnesses at the KH or anywhere else. I've heard of couples having problems with that, tho. As Blondie says that old tongue tho, is another proposition in itself. I've been the recipient of plenty of that and even not being spoken to at the hall because a sister was pissed at me. To me it was all so childish and sad............and only contributed to my depression and unhappiness with the religion. Just to share the reason for this sister's anger at me........I went up to her and just kiddingly waved my hand about, saying: "wooh, girl, did you eat a whole head of garlic or what?" I mean, my reasoning at the time was she made no secret of being a health nut to anyone, even coached others at times on things to use, eat, etc. When I asked her later what I had done to upset her so, she said: "you made a scene and embarrassed me!" Well, DUH! Don't eat garlic if you can't take the comments that people might make, even kiddingly!!! At the time I knew it was a lame excuse, because she and I never did get along..........two very strong personalities and emotionally sensitive people. I just felt she was being asinine and childish like it was any big secret..........but, some people have to have their dignity and can't stand even mild teasing........far too sensitive and hoity toity.............arggghhh, now I'm remembering and feeling those emotions from back then!
Terri
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Agent Smith
hahaha...funny stuff guys
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Englishman
Yeah..saw it a few times!
I once got whacked myself on an assembly coach once. We were taking it in turn to amuse each other's kids and one father, let's call him Mr.X, thought that I wasn't pulling my weight and socked me on the chin. I flew at him and got leaped on by brothers, all eager to show how tough they were.
(Mr X's real name was bro. E. Currey, now of Holland. )
Englishman.
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shotgun
Walter you must have been slapped alot by your wife
My wife, a week before our wedding, slapped a Ministerial Servant across the face in the Kingdom Hall before a Sunday meeting, leaving a beautiful red palm print on his cheek that took a long time to fade. When asked why she did it, she said he was "talking stupidly".
Sounds like that was an omen you missed.
I never saw any bro's in fistfights but did see a few elders get into a f this and f that shouting match about their sons. Each thought the others son was bad association. Go figure.
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seeitallclearlynow
Love this thread, Avishai!
I wish I'd been in your congregation. Not that I like violence. But the Watchtower makes such emasculated robots out of most of the men that it's actually refreshing to hear about men acting like men, albeit imperfect men.
Of course, when they hurt their wives and children, that's a completely different story.
There was one brother, Daniel, who got worked up during a football game with a bunch of other brothers. Tempers flared, and another player wouldn't get out of Dan's face. Dan knew himself, and he kept asking the the other guy to back off, walk away, I'm warning you, don't make me hit you, don't make me hit you man, but the other player was either looking for a fight or was out-of -control stupid or stubborn, soooo...Daniel beat him up! He had to be reproved.
Then they moved to Texas! Perfect! Great family, actually.
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Siddhashunyata
Twice, once at a quick build an Elder grabbed and shoved a young brother from another congregation because he had a "goatee" and the Elder felt he was there to disrupt the build. Turned out the young brother had gone to the Elders in his own congregation and they gave him their blessing and encouraged him to go the that quick build. The young brother was very sincere. When this happened I suggested that each congregation post on their "information" board how their respective body of elders felt about various topics such as beards, short skirts, movies etc. That way a person would know the "conscience" of the Elders for that particular congregation and could decide if they wanted to be there. That suggestion went over like a lead balloon. ( No one wanted their position known for fear they would have to defend it)
The second act of violence I witnessed was outside a Committee meeting when a brother punched out a new person who was about to give a false testimony against the brother that was studying the bible with him (the new person).
I heard of another incident but did not witness it. It involved an Elder that had been a semi-professional prize fighter. He punched out the worldly husband of the woman he (the Elder) was studying with. Supposedly happened on the front steps of the husband and wifes home. Elder removed.
Juicy Stuff!!!
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Descender
I think I was about 15 years old and it was just another normal Sunday meeting at the Kingdom Hall in the middle of July. It was extremely hot outside that day, somewhere around 102 degrees. I remember wishing that I was out on the lake with my friends, riding on my friend Noah's boat and wakeboarding. But alas, It was just another boring afternoon meeting and I happened to be sitting on the outside of the isle by my friends Ron and James as I always did. I liked sitting on the outside of the isle because I had easy access to the restroom where I could escape away during the middle of the long boring watchtower studies to my white throne and sit out half of the watchtower study letting erotic thoughts of my best friend's sister, Mary, pass through my head. To bad she had a boyfriend that was two years older than me named Mike, but no one was supposed to know Mike was her boyfriend, he'd been disfellowshipped earlier that year for getting a worldly girl pregnant.
As usual, the brother that was handling the microphones smelled strongly of diesel fuel and freshly cut grass because he always used Sunday mornings to finish out his left over lawn mowing jobs that his crew hadn't gotten done with earlier in the week. The constant wafting of diesel fuel was making my head swim and I was getting sick. The conductor had just gotten through asking the 15th question pertaining to chapters 8 and 9. Why did these stupid watchtower chapters take forever to answer? How many variations of "Gods name is Jehovah" could there possibly be?
Suddenly, I felt the sirens seductive tones calling to me from the white throne and I had to answer. I walked as casually as possible back to the restroom and opened the door. There stood little Scotty, 4-years old and standing all of three foot two, he was on his tiptoes in front of the urinal. His father was nowhere to be found and I knew that this wasn't going to turn out well. I was going to lift him up so that he could reach up over the edge, but before I could get to him he let loose. His stream of pee sprayed off the edge of the urinal and ricochet back onto his shirt and quickly made its way down his left pant leg and culminated in a puddle on the floor. I silently cursed as I ripped off about 10 paper towels that I gave to him to clean himself off, it was after all my bookstudies week for cleaning the hall and I always got stuck mopping the men’s restroom for some reason.
As Scotty ran out of the bathroom as fast he could with a huge yellow wet spot on his white shirt and down his pants, I made my way to the throne. I sat down, got comfortable and let my mind wander to Noah's sister. At about that time I heard a loud bang and some yelling in the hall. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I knew that something was wrong. I stepped up on the toilet so my legs didn't show behind the stall just in case someone walked in. Just as I was pulling my leg up, the bathroom door slammed open and I heard footsteps outside the stall. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed off the walls in the bathroom, "if there's anyone in the stall, I'll give you 10 seconds to come out, then I'm going to shoot!" I had already heard what I thought had been another gunshot before; therefore I didn't think I could trust him not to shoot me if I just came out. So I quickly hatched a plan, I could see his feet right up under the base of the stall. I figured that he was close enough to the stall that I could possibly knock the stall wall down upon him and then while he was incapacitated under the stall, I could knock him unconscious. And that is what I did.
I quickly put my feet up on the opposite wall and jumped against the stall wall. It fell just like I had imagined it would and pinned him under it with just his head exposed. I had caught him completely off guard and knocked the air out of him so that he couldn't scream for help. His gun had slipped out of his hand when he fell and it had slid across the floor. I quickly picked up the gun and used the butt to hit my assailant in the nose. His head bounced off the tile floor and made a thudding sound as it fell back. I took his black ski mask off to look at his face and I knew this person. It was Mike, Mary's boyfriend. This was an interesting occurrence indeed, but I didn't have time to think about it yet. I slipped his ski mask on and slowly looked around the corner into the hall. I saw two people dressed in black, with black ski masks on and they both had guns. They both had their backs turned to me and they were walking down the isles. I quickly made the 10 foot run from the bathroom to the book counter and ducked back behind it.
A new shipment of bound volumes had just come in that week and I decided that such thick books might be handy as protection. I took a roll of box tape out of the counter and taped 3 bound volumes down the front of my body from my neck to my crotch. About that time I heard a voice from the font yell back to me, "What are you doing back there, Dolgan?" Obviously they had changed their names. I yelled back, "I'm still checking the bathrooms!" That didn't go over so well. "Hey, that's not Dolgan's voice, what's going on?" I hunched down as quietly as I could behind the book counter, hoping that they would still think that I was in the bathroom. I heard one set of footsteps quickly running my way, but he didn't know that I was hiding behind the book counter and as he ran by, I put my leg out and tripped him. As he hit the floor, I threw a stack of old Awakes in his face and kicked him in the head as hard as I could. His gun flew from his hands and his head hit the brown 70's burbor carpet with a soft thud.
Behind me, I heard a voice say, "drop the gun and turn around with your hands up." I obligingly did as I was asked and as I turned I saw that the women’s bathroom door was opening. This distracted him for a second and I picked up the huge stack of watchtowers laying on the countertop and threw them all at him as hard as I could. He was so startled by this unexpected turn of events that he started shooting out of sheer shock. The bullets ripped the magazines into small pieces of confetti and I was hit 2 times in the chest. I landed on my back, winded but not dead, the bound volumes had saved my life. During the shooting one of the bound volumes had come undone and slid across the floor towards the women’s bathroom. I heard a thud and looked up to find that the last assailant had been bested. And above his body stood Mary, with a bound volume in her hands. She had seen it slide towards her when she came out of the bathroom and knew what she had to do, beating him over the head from behind with the huge book. She looked at me and said, "well, at least the literature is good for something."
The elders were the first to approach the unconscious bodies. Brother Berry removed the ski masks and we all saw that the two remaining men were both well-known apostates. As the police were being called and Brother Berry was talking about what the evils of apostasy would do to a man, Mary came up to me and whispered in my ear, "since I'm obviously not going to be with Mike anymore, I'd be happy to make all those daydreams you have about me in the bathroom during the Sunday meeting come true." I was shocked, "how do you know?" I said. "Well, what else do brothers and sisters talk about." As the confetti from the watchtowers floated down around us, I went to kiss her and I heard the song Under the Milkyway tonight by the Church playing in the background.
Huh, that didn't seem right. I shook my head for a second and opened my eyes and heard the ending kingdom melody playing over the speaker in the bathroom. Well, I guess I'd better get back out to the meeting before it's completely over.
Sorry this is so long, but when I started on it I just couldn't stop, it was just to fun to write and I was having a boring day at work. It is an actual day dream that I had a lot when I went to the meetings back when I was a teen. The guy that always smelled like diesel and grass and the little kid that peed on himself all happened. Other than the occasional day dream, I never experienced any violent behavior at my hall though.
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Insomniac
Is it just me, or is this thread scorchingly HOT? Just thinking about all those clean-cut men in their cheap suits, rolling around in the k-hall parking lot, sweating, grunting, even swearing (!) is driving me to distraction. Kind of like when men fantasize about the conservative librarian taking off her glasses and turning into a sexy vixen. Unfortunately, I never got to see any hot brothers duking it out at my hall. That would have been so sexxxy.
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sandy
Descender, funny story. Thanks for the laugh.