reply to post by undo
1978, huh ?
Well, picture this: shy girl, living alone. Took the train each day. Surrounded by stubble-chinned factory workers (male). The trains were
primitive affairs back then (the 60s). Old bone-rattlers of wood, with the original wrought-iron Victoran luggage racks. Condensation dripped down
the windows -- liquid breath of dozens, packed like sardines. And the factory-workers had a good old time with all those young office-worker girls
pressed between their sweaty bodies
The girl left home young. Naive to the max. Still thought men had 3 testicles (certainly no biology or sex-education classes then). Innocent and
God-fearing, even though he'd shown precious damn interest in her or her misfortunes or genuinely trusting prayers
So there she was, Beatles-era, Mary Quant bob, textured tights, Dolly shoes, little handbag and clean white hanky -- and her Bible, which she read in
the hope it would protect her, guide and sustain her and dissuade factory-workers' roving hands. She read it during break-times at work. Didn't
endear anyone to her. She read it at night in her single, rented room instead of going dancing. Left it open by her bedside each night so it would
'soak into her spirit'. Sought to grow closer to God. Went to Bible-classes on Wednesday nights and to church twice on Sundays
It drew her to the attention of a rapist lay-preacher. When confronted, later, he claimed the reason he'd sinned was because the Debil sought out to
bring down those who -- like himself --- were closest to God. And his victims ? Guess they were just disposable within the traffic between the
Debil and the 'good but bad rapists'
Then he laughed. Very brazen, very cock-sure, and told her how his Bible gave him an open-door at the mental-institutions which were prevalent then
as 'homes for the insane' and punishment for those who'd say, had a child out of wedlock, or who'd been unprofessional about their mode of suicide
Gave him an open-door, he said, and free access to all those poor girls and young women jammed together in open-wards in mental insititions run by
stocky lesbian nurses and insane psychiatrist proud of their snowy-white hair and coats and important clip-boards
He took selected young girls on outings (the pretty ones). Exploited their trust in his dark suit and soft-leather Bible, his claim of being a
lay-preacher. And afterwards, he laughed in their faces too. Who'd believe them against him, he taunted them. So they kept their silence. They
were no match against strong nurses, white-haired experts and Bible-carrying rapists. Wonder where those poor girls are today ...
Not easy being a Christian ? Not easy being anything, is it ? Or do you believe Christians are still holy-victims, surrounded by jeering crowds and
hungry lions ? Makes a good movie, doesn't it
Probably only one thing harder than being a Christian, in Christians' eyes -- and that's being a member of the poor, misjudged Chosen Ones, huh ?
Which is probably why the poor Christians and Chosen Ones are forced to adopt pre-emptive strikes ? Are forced to build massive arsenals and adopt
paranoid stances against the world
I've come a long way since I carried a Bible as a shield and world-view
Yet it would have been so much easier if I'd retained them. I'd get to feel all virtuous and might even manage to believe I'd earned a spiritual
insurance in the Afterlife. I'd probably have earned no-claim bonus points or a Triple A rating by now
Lol. I wouldn't let myself get away with that though. The price was just too damn high
But if it works for you, then I'm happy for you. Who knows ... maybe you'll be standing over there on the safe and right side, when we all gather
at the Pearly Gates ? Maybe you'll hav the last laugh ? Will be worth it to you then, won't it ? And if so, then I'll take my lumps in the
spirit of 'as below, so above'