Jonestown: The Life and Death of Peoples Temple
Nobody joins a cult.
Nobody joins something
they think is going to hurt them.
You join a religious organization,
you join a political movement,
and you join with people
that you really like.
I think in everything
that I tell you about Jim Jones,
there is going to be a paradox.
Having this vision
to change the world,
but having this
whole undercurrent of dysfunction
that was underneath that vision.
Some people see
a great deal of God in my body.
They see Christ in me, a hope of glory.
He said, If you see me as your friend,
Ill be your friend.
As you see me as your father,
Ill be your father.
He said, If you see me as your God,
Ill be your God.
going to the Promised Land
and then, pretty soon, we were seeing
film footage of Jonestown.
Rice, black-eyed peas, Kool-Aid.
We all wanted to go.
I wanted to go.
Peoples Temple truly had the potential
to be something big
and powerful and great,
and yet for whatever reason,
Jim took the other road.
On the night of the 17th,
it was still a vibrant community.
I would never have imagined that
24 hours later, they would all be dead.
Die with a degree of dignity!
Dont lay down with tears and agony!
Its nothing to death.
Its just stepping over into another plane.
Dont, dont be this way.
I vividly remember the first time
that I met Jim Jones.
My sister Carolyn
had invited my parents
to visit her in Potter Valley.
We came and there was
this strange man in her house,
Annie and I were sent out
to go on a walk.
When we came back,
something had happened.
Something terrible had happened,
because everyone had red eyes
except for Jim Jones.
until we were in the car going home.
He was carrying on an adulterous
relationship with my sister.
And because his wife
couldnt relate to him as a wife...
that Carolyn
had taken over that role.
Everything was plausible,
except in retrospect,
absolutely bizarre.
The first time
I drove at the urging of a friend,
a co-worker, to Redwood Valley.
We all got suited down,
neck-tied and everything.
You know, and we were sharp.
As soon as I walked into
the San Francisco temple, I was home.
I was one of those kind of guys...
that I used drugs.
I was an alcoholic.
I drunk alcohol and stuff like that.
And... and all these people
that were like my age,
they were clean.
Before I came here,
I was takingLSD, marijuana,
every type of dope
you can imagine.
Without our pastor, Jim Jones,
I would not be in college right now.
And for me, that was like,
Wow, man. I liked that.
Thank you very much, thank you.
There was an interracial group.
The choir was interracial
and they used to sing this song:
Never heard a man
speak like this man before.
Never heard a man
speak like this man before.
All the days of my life,
ever since I been born,
speak like this man before.
After they sang one or two songs,
they had life, they had soul,
they had power.
We were alive in those services.
I would be up jumping in the balcony
and clapping my hands.
If you came in as a stranger
and didnt know anything about the politics,
you were thinking you were entering
an old-time religion service.
By the time Jones did come out
to do his speaking,
the table had already been set.
total equality,
all things in common.
Where there is no rich or poor.
Where there are no races.
Wherever there is people struggling
for justice and righteousness,
there I am.
And there I am involved.
things that were in our hearts.
The government was not
taking care of the people.
There were too many poor people
out there. There were poor children.
The world is like a human family.
The little child may not be able to go
and draw a paycheck,
but the father
guarantees the childcare.
The grandmother
may not be able to work anymore,
but the father and mother
guarantees her the right to live.
that they had a purpose there
and that they were
exceptionally special.
And that is how he brought
so many young college kids in,
so many people from diverse backgrounds
something bigger than themselves
that they needed to be involved in...
and that Jim Jones offered that.
I went home, told mom, You know what,
this is the right church for me.
It was the next week that I became
Theres a little town in Indiana.
a great deal of pain comes.
As a child I was undoubtedly
one of the poor in the community,
never accepted.
Born as it were
on the wrong side of the tracks.
I grew up with Jimmy Jones.
We started first grade together.
My brothers used to
go over to Jimmys house
and hung around his barn,
which was where he played.
From the time I was five years old,
I thought Jimmy was a really weird kid,
there was something not quite right.
He was obsessed with religion;
he was obsessed with death.
My brothers came back
with stories of him
conducting funerals
for small animals that had died.
A friend of mine told me that
he saw Jimmy kill a cat with a knife.
was a little strange,
killing the animal was very strange.
Jimmys father did not work,
did not have a job, and was a drunk.
Jims mother had to work
in order to support the family.
And he was kind of
left to his own devices.
Kind of the kid who ran wild
in the street, you know what I mean?
Listen, he was in a
dysfunctional family.
We got a nice name for it now.
But when you live
in a dysfunctional family,
you think its normal.
Feeling as an outcast,
Id early developed a sensitivity
for the problems of blacks.
I brought the only black
young man in the town home
and my dad said that
he could not come in
and I said, Then I shant,
and I did not see my dad for many years.
In Lynn, Jim Jones looked for community
and couldnt find community,
in Lynn as a town... which had a
population of what, a thousand people?
But he did find community
in the Pentecostal Church.
He saw that they were
a surrogate home.
He saw that the preachers were like
father figures to their congregations.
And that role represented power
over the lives of your congregation.
on the revival preaching circuit,
learning the ropes of
being a preacher.
And once he started doing that,
he could get a following.
The first time I met Jim Jones
was Easter 1953.
My mother-in-law, Edith Cordell,
had a monkey and it hung itself
and she wanted to
replace the monkey.
So she looked in theIndianapolis Star,
and in thatIndianapolis Star
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