I remember as a kid the beatings with the full consent of the elders I took the brunt of it for my siblings. What a good little boy I was, sitting at meetings almost at attention not speaking unless you were first spoken to.
I find myself sometimes wishing there was a god and heaven and the figurative Dante's hell for real, I would send some of those people to their own isolated corner of hell and force them to smoke all the turds they can.
I am so glad that I didn't bring my children up in this cult