I hated being a witness with a school full of fervent Catholics. When friends asked, I told the truth. I was confused. Pleasing my parents was my prime directive. I was able to salute the flag b/c no other Witnesses were in school. Junior High I witnessed some. We were studying evolution and I stook up to my teacher for creationsim. I read the Witness books thoroughly to prepare. I was the only who wrote about creation. Next, I went to the adult part of the main library and pulled every book mentioned in Witness literature. The quotes were true.
I usually received A+ as a grade. He gave me a C. All my friends who saw me lug the heavy books at the library and all the itme I did not have fun b/c iI was working on the project exclaimed he was wrong. My grade was bumped up to B+ which left me humiliated. I put in more effort than other kid. He had no business lowering my grade for my religoius beliefs. One year later I was so upset that I did the project.
I was never close to Witness kids. All my friends were Catholic. I would love to write a magazine article describing what it is like as a child grows up in the cult. We lived next to NY so I was exposed to many things. I had plenty of friends during racial riots b/c black people saw me visiting witness friends in the housing projects. I so much wanted to be normal and Normal Rockwell American.
I adored the Beatles and other British groups. Fashion was a strong suit. My JW mom put the desire to go to college in me. I wanted a nice co-op in NY with a Yale or Princeton hubbie and going to events at Lincoln Center.
Soon I started doing a comedy routine about me being raised JW. My appearance and viewpoints was so not JW. I was very refined and proper. Friends and acquaintances would be in stitches as I said can you believe I knocked on doors......
The tension between the larger world and cult, if written well, could shed light on Witness culture for many. It would apply to any minority.
My Jewish friends have told me what school prayer was like for them. The Lord's Prayer is mostly a Jewish prayer. They told me Jewish people pray standing up with their arms raised high. Bowing your head, closing your eyes, and intertwining your hands is crazy to them. Just like me, they wanted to blend in yet remain loyal to their families.
I became the antiWitness. Today I only raise it if I see someone is interested and I only lightly raise the cult issues.