In all fairness I have to preface this article with this: THIS IS FROM MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE ONLY. THIS IS NOT A RIP ON ALL MASONS. THIS IS A
PERSONAL OPINION. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.
I've been a Master Mason since June of this year. When I first began visiting the lodge for dinners and eventually to receive my First degree
initiation I was trying to keep an open mind because it was very important to me that I become a Mason. Right off the bat I felt very alienated and
out of place. A whole group of old guys and widows that do nothing but gossip and talk amongst their cliquey circles.... How the hell is a 24 year
old supposed to fit into any of this and become a true and faithful Brother?
So initiation night comes around and I'm nervous as a whore in church. I will tell you all now that there is no weird sexual things, it's nothing
creepy like that. A lot of ritual and walking in circles blind folded. You take an obligation over a bible (something sacred to be obligated to) and
that's pretty much it. At the time it was very moving for me, but later I understood that the brothers really don't even like doing them. All they
do is bitch about it. After I found that out the whole experience seemed very superficial and fake.
The second and third degrees aren’t much different than the first. And since this part was televised on the history channel I will tell you how it
goes. During the third degree your big right of passage is getting bopped in the head with a fake setting maul. And as before all of this was very
emotional for me and I took it very seriously.
Well after becoming a master mason and learning the big masonic secret(**to save a bunch of questions like what is that masonic secret, i will tell
you... THERE IS NO SECRET, ONLY GRIPS AND WORDS WHICH I WILL NOT WRITE) things started falling apart... I was spending a lot of time with the Brethren
and I started to see their true colors. These men will tell you your great and a good mason and then turn around to the next guy and stab you in the
effin back. Hell I even heard a 'brother'... some one who is supposed to have my back no matter what whisper to another 'brother' that my fiance
looked like a bar room whore because of her tattoos. Right after I heard him say that he walked over and offered me his hand for a shake and a smile
and offered it to her as well!!! I cornered him after the dinner was over and told him if he ever said another cross word about my lady, I'd drag
his ass out in the street and beat it.
Well that led to me being labeled a barbarian (HA like Conan?) who only wants to fight. Well I’m sorry fellas but when a man calls your wife a
whore because of tattoos on her shoulders he deserves a good ass kicking. Mason or not.
It gets worse. In the masonic obligation a man is sworn to keep a tongue of good report, never to harm a brother in his person or good name, and to
reach out and aid a distressed brother who is in danger. Well here we go again. After a meeting A brother who I used to look up to a lot offered to
take me out for a beer to congratulate me on completing the Senior Deacons work ( a lot of memory work). I accepted his invitation and we drove to a
bar in town that is owned by a brother mason. I was wearing a suit and tie and he was wearing a tux. As soon as we walked in a table full of hood
rats started hassling us a bit. No so you understand this, I'm 6'2", 210 white guy and the brother I was with is a little shorter but about the
same weight, but he's also almost 60 years old. The table full of little gangsters were all Mexican. Not a race thing, just little cholo hood
I don't think they wanted to mess with me too much but on several occasions they tried to pick a fight with my 'brother'. So remembering my
obligations a finished my drink, stood up and told the whole table that if they were looking for a fight then stop picking on the old man, I'll give
you what your looking for. Near enough to an exact quote. Bottom line is I was trying to defend my friend who is much older and hasn't been on the
streets as much as I have. Sure enough a small fight broke out and that table full of guys were thrown out. Well after that we left and I went home
to patch my knuckles up and get some sleep.
The next week at lodge every brother and even some of the brothers wives were doing nothing but talk about that little scrape up in the bar!!!! My
friend and brother who I had defended and even took a couple lumps for had gone out of his way to make sure that every Mason in my district found out
about this little ruck down at the bar. His words to them were that was an animal and that I beat 5 people up.... He didn't bother to mention that
it was to protect him from getting the crap kicked out of him or from breaking a hip or something...
I guess the whole point of this is after being around masons and getting to know them very well I don't trust any of them as far as I could throw
them. Actions that took to defend my fiance's honor and protect a brother got so twisted and distorted so quickly that for several weeks I was
shocked and very depressed that men I called brothers would turn on me so quickly. Instead of standing up for a brother they cut my legs out from
I still take my obligations very seriously, but I don't think I will ever attend another lodge meeting again after this Thursday. I will be
demiting. I will live my life the way any good mason should, honorably, respectfully, and should I ever see certain signs or hear certain words I
will respond the way any other mason would. But I will also never forget these experiences that I have been through over the last year or so. And
for that reason I would not recommend becoming a mason to any man. Just live a good, honest life.
MOD EDIT to correct spelling error in thread title
[edit on 12/5/2009 by benevolent tyrant]