Just when I think I’m getting warm and fuzzy towards religion, I encounter testimony like this. Poet Kate Gale grew up in a cult, and the whole creepy Philip Garrido incident gave her a bit of deja vu :
It reminds me of growing up at High View Church Farm School which was regularly investigated for child abuse. They never found anything while I was there, but finally because of the constant scrutiny, the cult was moved to Canada. Cults in the U.S. can only be closed down for stockpiling weapons and child abuse; you can’t just be closed down for being weirdos.
When New Hampshire officials would come to investigate, Gale recalls the role of strawberries in the ordeal:
[W]e smiled and clapped our hands. We were well trained. When the investigators left, we were given strawberries. The strawberries were good, and sometimes when we ate them, I couldn’t sit down because I’d been beaten to that point. But the strawberries were tasty.