Not that anyone is celebrating this one - but yesterday was the 30th anniversary of the Jonestown Massacre. I say massacre and not suicide because one-third of the victims were children. They were injected. That is murder not suicide.
So last night DH and I caught the last hour of the anniversary special of it. It seems to me each year, that more information comes out that is even more horrendous than originally thought. This really bothers me, that most of the children could not be identified and that there are 400 people buried in a mass grave in California because they could not be identified.
So all this makes me remember the year our older daughter spent in what we called "the cult." She was in the Masters program that Detroit World Outreach sponsored. She had to pay to participate in this program and I think the so-called Christians who ran this program came near to starving and working these young people to death.
I don't think older daughter ever really realized how we felt about that church of hers. Always, Jonestown was in the back of my mind. I am so glad she had the courage to stay with the masters program through the entire first year, but extremely happy and grateful when she left that awful church.