Our QB was controlled by a small group of "tradesmen" elders.
The rest of us willing volunteers were clearly looked down upon. I was on several occasions badly spoken to, the goal, to raise laughter among others around. I heard language that I would rather have expected on a " worldly" building site.
The last time I went, I ended up having just one desire: to smash the shovel I was using, firmly and squarely in the face of another " brother".
I didnt do it. I took my things , went home, and never went to help again.
I felt at the time that they had robbed me of enjoying a " wonderful" experience.