In my youngest teenage years, when all important education at a decent school was thankfully available to me, my mother, poor deluded soul, dragged me thrice weekly to long tedious meetings each when I should have been doing the homework necessary to pass exams that would have eventually helped me make a decent living as an adult.
The following day after a meeting I was always too tired to be able to make best use of the earnest efforts of school teachers. Homework suffered enormously, earning me a reputation of being a ‘slacker’ or even ‘imbecile’ no doubt.
Mother used to proudly boast that I was rebellious, - a problem child, in constant need of correction, usually physical, yet never did I once complain about going to the meetings, nor did I question anything they coercively taught me.
The hypocrisy of the Witnesses didn’t fail to leave it’s mark on me from those early times, gossip was rampant, a callous, cold attitude prevailed amongst those highest in the hierarchy whilst those at the bottom felt pushed out, unwanted because they failed to meet some unrevealed or secret criteria for being accepted into the ruling cliques.
Can you believe, even though there were no other Witness children in my school, I actually went to the headmistress and, trembling in my shoes, sick with fear, made application for not having to go into school morning worship each day, and to no longer have to go into religious education classes. Here in the U.K., children who were Jewish or Catholic were able to refrain from participation in morning worship, but still had to attend.
I, however wanting to be obedient to a higher authority, or so I understood it to be so, negotiated to not be bodily present when prayers were said, hymns being sung and sermons given. Headmistress was purple with rage, I kid you not. The school had a very high reputation in the district for turning out high academic achievers, and as such they valued compliance to strict regulations. My demands were unthinkable, but nonetheless Headmistress through gritted teeth asked that my mother go and see her. (A detention was narrowly missed) Henceforth I was to sit on the ‘naughty’ seat outside headmistresses study while rest of school filed in for morning worship, girls furtively whispering amongst themselves as they saw me there and wondering what heinous crime I was guilty of!
Was there ever any support from anyone of the congregation of Jehovahs Witnesses in all those years I have associated with them? Extremely little. If any. Many times there have been that have come home crying. And seen others do so to.
I REALLY, REALLY WISH I HAD NEVER GONE TO THOSE MEETINGS