Although not unique, my religious history is rather unusual. Born into one of only two non-Mormon families in an LDS town in Utah (an LDS state). To avoid the discrimination that my dad had experienced growing up in the same environment, they raised me as a Mormon. I was probably around 6 years old when I first learned that there are such things as non-Mormons. Having been processed in my youth I was a perfectly faithful, unquestioning follower. This was during the early ’60s, when the Demonicrat party was firmly engaged in the battle against human rights for Black America. I suppose one could say that I was saved from that absurdity by my recognition of the anti-Christian prejudice which the Brigham Young branch of the faith exhibited at the time. The LDS faith was firmly engaged in the same racial prejudice. More on this on “The Chain” page.
I hold absolutely no ill will against members of the LDS faith as a whole. They are some of the finest hunan beings on the planet including the finest friends of my life who are following what has now indeed become a completely humanitarian faith. Not wanting to be offensive to the unprepared I have password protected the page: The Chain, which presents my argument.
If you’re ready to have your chain rattled, and you promise not to hunt me down and kill me, Here’s a password.
