“God might be like a wave front, moving into an unknowable future; human souls might be like neurons, cells of God’s own intelligence. . . Whatever God was, Virgil seriously doubted that he worried too much about profanity, sex, or even death.”
— Rough Country (John Sandford)
“Almost all historians agree that a major historical turning point took place between roughly 1968 and 1974—a “revolution,” a “renaissance,” a “fracture,” a “shock wave,” a point after which “everything changed,” creating a “new America.” Maurice Isserman and Michael Kazin, for example, argue that the Sixties ushered in a moment of historical rupture on the scale of the American Civil War, dividing the twentieth century into a pre- and post-Sixties world, a change from which “there is no going back, any more than the lost world of the antebellum South could have been restored after 1865.”
— The Upswing ( Robert D. Putnam)
New York Times: “P.R.R.I.’s 2020 Census of American Religion, based on a survey of nearly half a million people, shows a precipitous decline in the share of the population identifying as white evangelical, from 23 percent in 2006 to 14.5 percent last year. […] In 2020, as in every year since 2013, the largest religious group in the United States was the religiously unaffiliated.” […] “In addition to shrinking as a share of the population, white evangelicals were also the oldest religious group in the United States, with a median age of 56.” […] “This sense of ownership of America just runs so deep in white evangelical circles. The feeling that it’s slipping away has created an atmosphere of rage, resentment and paranoia.” […] “If they can’t own the country, they’re ready to defile it.”
It’s a little surprising how many cults I’ve seen come and go over the years. Heaven’s Gate, Branch Davidians, Peoples Temple, Aleph (formerly Aum Shinrikyo), Moonies. And let’s not forget Scientology. Yes, most of the members considered these religious sects. But who you gonna believe, me or some guy in a cult?
A fascinating essay in The New Yorker Magazine (What Makes A Cult A Cult?) got me thinking about cults. A few of my favorite bits from the piece:
“One stratagem favored by Keith Raniere, the leader of the New York-based self-help cult NXIVM, was to tell the female disciples in his inner circle that they had been high-ranking Nazis in their former lives, and that having yogic sex with him was a way to shift the residual bad energy lurking in their systems.”
“A great many people were, after all, able to resist his spiral-eyed ministrations: they met him, saw a sinister little twerp with a center part who insisted on being addressed as “Vanguard,” and, sooner or later, walked away.”
“Few of us believe in our heart of hearts that Amy Carlson, the recently deceased leader of the Colorado-based Love Has Won cult, who claimed to have birthed the whole of creation and to have been, in a previous life, a daughter of Donald Trump, could put us under her spell.”
Easy to laugh at these folks but they were never funny (and getting less so). Down in Jonestown, old Jim sometimes conducted “White Nights.”
During such events, Jones would sometimes give the Jonestown members four options: attempt to flee to the Soviet Union, commit “revolutionary suicide”, stay in Jonestown and fight the purported attackers, or flee into the jungle.
The Soviet Union is no more so I’m thinking I might flee into the jungle.
My friend Jamie shared with me a bit of family history that I found fascinating. With his permission, I’m sharing it here. (links at bottom of post)
It’s a letter from his paternal grandfather who fought at The Battle of Soissons in WWI. His grandfather received the Distinguished Service Cross from General Pershing for saving his commanding officer who was wounded under fire. They were forward observing (he was in the artillery unit that fired the first shot of American participation in WWI.)
Here’s an excerpt from the letter…
“Then, we were suddenly put into trucks, leaving the horses to follow behind us as fast as they could, and shot up to the big counter attack of the 18th of this month. We were on the left of the 1salient near Soissons, and fought along with some of the best troops France has – the Foreign Legion, the Moroccans, and the 20th Corps. You know all about the scrap from the papers. It was a wonderful experience but not particularly jolly.”
“The artillery followed the attack right up, and two hours after the first wave, we advance for 5 km into what had been German territory. It wasn’t jolly as I said, because both sides have good scrappers, and they scrapped! The first place we were er took up our advance position, was in a reserve German trench. They must’ve been preparing for breakfast, because they left us some good food and cigars, etc.”
You can read Jamie’s transcription of his grandfather’s letter here, and a scan of the original typewritten letter here.