Saturday, December 26, 2020

So, You Want To Join a Cult - Part XI

August 1979, I was on the cusp of a major change in my life. I was about to ratchet up my Way involvement, but what was going on in the wider Way World?

In an earlier installment I laid out why, in my view, people stayed in cults:

* What the cult is telling you, on some level, makes sense

* You feel like you belong to something greater than yourself

* Outside pressure serves only to confirm the "us against them" narrative the cult has been feeding you

* The perceived benefits outweigh any problems

* People don't like to admit that they're wrong about anything

The second item listed, "You feel like you belong to something greater than yourself", can be looked at in two ways. One view is that you feel that you're on a mission, that you're actually accomplishing something, the other aspect is a veneer of legitimacy. One way to look like you're legitimate is to build up an organization. 

In the early days of of The Way, Wierwille ran a shoestring operation. He taught his PFAL classes, ran Sunday services at his home and had a loose network of people who were interested in what he had to say. From 1953, when he started teaching PFAL classes, to 1957 when he left his church and incorporated as "The Way", (The Way hagiography later retconned the founding of The Way as October 1942, when Wierwille started a radio program) through the late fifties and most of the sixties, The Way continued as a purely local phenomenon. No one would have ever heard of Wierwille and The Way if things had continued on this path. In Part IV I discuss some of the steps in The Way's expansion. 

In the late sixties there was an explosion of new religious groups, as well as many young people who, dissatisfied with the status quo, gathered together in informal groups, teaching each other the gospel and attempting to live communally as they imagined the early Christians did. One of these groups, running an ad hoc Christian charitable organization and group home, attracted Wierwille's attention. He travelled to San Francisco and met with them. Eventually they formed a partnership: they provided the youth and energy, he provided the organized theology. It was at this point that things took off. The people from the San Francisco group home started spreading Wierwille's take on Christianity with an enthusiasm that had not been present when PFAL was just another self-improvement class, albeit Bible-based. Two organizations sprung up, The Way West and The Way East, which coordinated the running of PFAL classes and served as a loose connection to Wierwille. Drawing upon the pool of enthusiastic PFAL graduates, Wierwille established an outreach program, the World Over the World (WOW) Ambassadors and a leadership training program, The Way Corps, the formation of the latter could be considered the foundation of cultishness in The Way. 

The first Way Corps group came together in 1969, but was disbanded after some unspecified failure. A second group came to Ohio in 1970 and became the core of Wierwille's committed followers. Early in the seventies, Wierwille, backed by some of his Way Corps, staged a takeover of both The Way West and The Way East, folding their organizations into the framework of The Way Inc, now styled The Way International. Initially graduates of The Way Corps either worked in various capacities at "International Headquarters", or went out "in the field" to oversee areas that were seeing a lot of new PFAL grads. Occasionally Way Corps (or simply "Corps") graduates engaged in secular pursuits. The Bible fellowships, later known as "twigs" largely operated independently, with the "true believers" concentrated among Corps grads. Each year, the number of people entering Way Corps training grew, from a dozen in the first two groups, to around 600 in the sixth group. Property was purchased in Emporia Kansas and Rome City Indiana to facilitate the growing number of Corps trainees. 

The growing number of new people, and the increasing scope of the Way Corps training required a business structure. Money was pouring in from tithes, and class fees, and expenses for their properties, publications and the framework required for training hundreds of people increased as well. The number of staff members increased. Parallel to the business side, a hierarchy on the spiritual side sprung up.  Numerical growth of Way Corps grads meant that more local fellowships were being run by Way Corps rather than local people with leadership skills. In the early seventies, multiplication of PFAL grads and of local fellowships resulted in things being pretty independent on the local level. There might be a Corps grad as a state or regional coordinator, but regular folks were for the most part rising up to coordinate fellowships and branches (grouping of fellowships in an area) without any formal training. As Way Corps grads began to filter down to area and branch levels, and finally to twig (local) fellowship levels, the level of centralized control changed the nature of the local Bible fellowships. The nature of that control I will address in a later installment, but suffice it to say that the framework for control was steadily building and was largely in place by the late seventies.

The Way, in around ten years, had accomplished two things: they had built their little operation into a truly international, worldwide, organization and had extended their influence and control directly into people's lives through the Way Corps. The former gave it the patina of respectability, and the latter gave it a lever to influence the everyday life of its adherents. The Way had hit this dual pinnacle right around the perfect time for me. It's organization and hierarchy indicated to me that it wasn't a fly-by-night assemblage of do-gooders, but a structured group that had put down roots. I felt safe getting involved in it. By this time I had been drawn in by several factors. What I was being told made sense, at least to me;  the outside pressure served to confirm the "us against them" narrative; and I felt like I belonged to something greater than myself, both in a sense of accomplishment and belonging to an established organization. In later years I would come to believe that the perceived benefits outweigh any problems, but in the upcoming year I would become one of the people who don't like to admit that they're wrong about anything. And that pattern of ignoring red flags would continue for a long, long time. 

Start from the beginning

Part XII

Sunday, December 6, 2020

So, You Want to Join a Cult - Part X

My parents, years after I left The Way, claimed that I had, in some vague way, changed after I had become involved. In some respects they were correct. I was no longer devoted to Catholicism, but not because I had rejected God and the Bible, but because I believed that Catholicism didn't represent God and the Bible as closely as The Way did. For years I had been searching for deeper meaning and for "proof" that Christianity was "The Truth". The signs were all there - my visitations to local churches, my curiosity about non-Christian religions, my questioning that wasn't satisfied with vague appeals to authority. The truth is, most religious people have only a surface understanding of the doctrinal details of  their religion and are ill-prepared to counter specific and enthusiastic challenges to their beliefs. Looking back from the vantage point of 40 years in the future, I realize that the "research" presented by The Way was, for the most part, pretty shoddy and its conclusions were often based on tenuous connections and misunderstandings of Greek and Hebrew grammar, as well as the works of theologians of the past. But at the time, the only people that I knew who were even attempting to make sense of Biblical contradictions were the people of The Way. 

As my third "ministry year" in The Way began in August 1979 (Way year went from August to August) several influences flowed together to cause me to become more involved, more committed, to The Way. My parents were becoming more hostile to my involvement in The Way, especially since I had stopped attending church. The community had become overtly hostile to any group that they considered a cult in the wake of the Jonestown Massacre in Guyana. Deprogrammers were more open about their practices and often had the cooperation of local police departments. Outside attacks generate, in general, one of two responses. One is to to disassociate oneself from the group that is attacked. Persecution has the effect of weeding out those who aren't committed. It also has the effect of strengthening the resolve of those who choose to stay. That's the effect that it had on me. The leadership of The Way encouraged that mindset. People who left "tripped out", they were weak. Those of us who stood strong were in the same league as the apostles who persevered in the face of opposition. Being the focus of persecution made me feel like I was actually accomplishing something for God. 

A second influence was the example of some of the "believers" around me. During Way year 1978-79 several of the people that I knew set up "Way Homes" that were the focus of outreach in their neighborhoods. Groups of Way folks were travelling to Ohio, Kansas or Indiana (Way headquarters and the locations of Way Corps training) to take "The Advanced Class". During the previous year I had "witnessed" to my childhood friend Joe. Joe took the PFAL class and at Rock of Ages in 1979 was sent to Fremont Nebraska as a WOW Ambassador. Others whom I knew entered Way Corps training. There was a lot of peer pressure to step up and "do something for God". What I decided to do was move into a Way Home. 

The Way Home was an interesting concept. You were part of an organized program, but weren't locked in for a set period of time, like the WOW Ambassador program or the Way Corps training. One person was designated by area leadership as the Way Home Coordinator. The household members decided among themselves how to handle their finances, how to divide up chores and when to schedule Twig Fellowships or witness in the neighborhood. Most Way Home members worked whatever jobs they chose, or attended school. The expectation was that the Way Home would be a hub of Way activity in the neighborhood and the members would focus much of their free time on bringing in new people and running PFAL classes, along with weekly fellowships. 

The Queens Village Way Home, where I went to live in late August 1979 had four of us living there. Bernie, an electrician in his forties who was in the same PFAL class as I was in March 1978 was the designated leader, Wanda & Beverly were newly minted PFAL grads and me. I was still attending Baruch College in the evenings and working at EF Hutton, the stock broker, as a clerk during the day. It was my first experience living somewhere other than under my parents' roof, but since I hadn't changed jobs and was still in school, there was some continuity with my previous life. 

But before long, there would be some major disruptions. 

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Part XI