leavingwt: "There is absolutely no procedure to have your legitimate greivances aknowledged and dealt with by the powers at Bethel." You absolutely, 100%, shit-sure hit the nail on the head (post 14996). At least that was my experience.
Examples? I got the first clue when Knorr gave us the "new boy" talk and told us that Bethel was our home, while in the next sentence told us we couldn't do what we wanted, like putting up a family picture on a wall or bring in some piece of furniture without asking. "OK", I thought. That's fair. Well, I put that to the test by wanting to post a bulletin board on wall in order to keep reminders of dish duty, watchman duties, etc. Shit, what a battle! The reason I was denied was that some brothers post "unchristian" items on those boards, like the comic strip "Love is like..." from the newspaper. When I specifically promised I would not do that, well, the argument only escalated, basically stating that they couldn't acquiesce even though they grandfathered those people who already had an installed bulletin board. In essence, they were saying that they didn't trust me, even though I was willing to abide by their rules.
Now, picture this: I came into Bethel during Knorr's reign. I once heard him over the breakfast broadcast throughout Bethel berate a sister because she didn't show up for text reading. It turns out she was pregnant and had severe morning sickness. He really didn't give a shit. The dude was tyrant.
One of my beefs was about the blue jeans. In Brooklyn, Knorr discouraged bethelites from wearing blue jeans because in Brooklyn Heights it seemed to him that homosexuals wore blue jeans. Consequently, when you sent your laundry to wash they wouldn't press your jeans. However, you could pay (from your meager allowance) to have your jeans pressed at the dry cleaners (a separate department in Bethel). When I moved to the farm I made a similar request to the dry cleaners. They said they wouldn't do it because of the view or opinion in Brooklyn about homosexuals. So, never mind that we lived in a place far removed from Brooklyn. When I pointed out that Brooklyn would allow for jeans to be pressed by the dry cleaning department, their answer was: Well, we're not Brooklyn. The infuriating part was not that I had to go around with unpressed jeans. It was the twisted logic they used to explain not doing it.
That is just one example of the frustrating situations for which there was no support, defense or venue to fight. I remember one time while working on the night shift at the Brooklyn bindery when the "supervisor" told me I could not read the Bible on my tea break (I used to sew signature to make Bibles), because the Society had deemed it proper for me to have a break to enjoy and not read the Bible. I couldn't believe it. But looking back that guy's asshole was more like a black hole. It was so tight, nothing escaped it.
I have so many stories like that it's almost painful to bring them up. Later on, when I heard stories from my "Bethel" nephews about the things they could do, I was so incensed that everything I worked for to realize and made me a "bad attitude" was now the accepted practice.
I was at "the hub of the organization". I really had expected more by way of spirituality and faireness. From the second day at Bethel (I never saw him on the first day), my roommate turned out to be an asshole. He said: "I was here first and you have to adjust to me and not me to you." What that meant is that he could pick anything he wanted in the room to be just so and I had to have sloppy seconds. Well, fuck him. As soon as I found a chance (within days) I moved in to the roach-infested Towers Hotel with another new boy from California. It was the best move I ever made.
As far as policy is concerned, everything went downhill from there. Eventually, my eyes were opened and I realized I could no longer stay there. When I went into Bethel, the contract was for a minimum of 4 years and being single. Somewhere along the line, it was changed to a one-year service promise. I guess the saw the handwriting on the wall. By then Knorr was dead. So, I left after 2 and a half years.
I wrote about this nine years ago (http://www.jehovahs-witness.net/jw/experiences/45819/1/The-good-the-bad-and-the-ugly). Before I ever went to Bethel, way back in the early 70s I asked Ray Franz and Tom Cabeen what Bethel was like. Tom's clever answer after a snicker from both him and Ray was: "It's like no other place on Earth." Man, did I find out what that meant a few years later. Like someone at Bethel once said to me: "I wouldn't take a million dollars in exchange for the experience of Bethel. But I wouldn't give a penny for a second more of it." But for that experience, I'm not sure I'd be where I am today. That was the start of my road out of the Borg.
Eventually I got to describe Bethel as a combination of being in the Army, college and prison all rolled up in one.