Jehovah’s Witnesses Blame Woman’s “Choice of Associates” for Her Rape

Originally posted on JWVICTIMS.ORG:

The track record Jehovah’s Witnesses have when it comes to rape is appalling to say the least. They have said that a woman is required to scream and resist during such an attack or she “would be viewed as consenting to the violation” (see this post) and elders are allowed to “discern” if a woman has actually been raped based on her “mental disposition” and any “delay” in reporting the incident (see this post).

Jehovah’s Witnesses have also blamed women for being raped, as is illustrated by the following excerpt from the “Keep Yourselves in God’s Love” book, published in 2008 and 2014. The story is about a woman named Dinah who lived in ancient Israel and who was raped by a man named Shechem, who was the brother of some women she would visit in the nearby land of Canaan. Note what is said about the incident:



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Why Do the Religious Rich Need to Beg for Slave Labor?

Originally posted on JWVICTIMS.ORG:

In the January 15 2015 study edition of the Watchtower magazine, there is a 5-page article that talks about construction work in the cities of Walkill and Warwick in the state of New York. These two cities will soon be the home of the new headquarters of Jehovah’s Witnesses, while buildings that make up their current headquarters in Brooklyn are being sold.

The article praises those who have given up everything to volunteer to work at these locations, typically for a temporary length of time. Way and Debra, in their late 50s, sold their home and gave up most of everything they own to work temporarily in New York, as did Melvin and Sharon. The article lists other couples who sacrificed everything they had to serve as temporary “commuter Bethelites.” However, when you pick apart the article you see how questionable if not downright despicable the entire situation really is, and how it victimizes…

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Truth Be Told, Documentary about Jehovah’s Witness

Originally posted on Believers vs Non-Believers:

TRUTH BE TOLD is the new feature-length documentary about growing up in the Jehovah’s Witnesses religion. The title refers to the Jehovah’s Witnesses’ perception that their beliefs are ‘the truth.’

TRUTH BE TOLD lifts the veil on the seemingly benign Jehovah’s Witnesses religion to expose a profit-driven, isolationist culture characterized by fear, totalitarian corporate leadership, intellectual & spiritual intimidation, suspension of critical thinking, failed prophecies, doctrinal inconsistency and improper handling of physical and sexual abuse allegations within the church.

See former Jehovah’s Witnesses candidly discuss growing up inside the religion. They reveal experiences including the effects of proselytizing door-to-door, shunning non-observant family and friends, suffering the discouragement of pursuing dreams like gaining a higher education, missing other societal holidays and customs. And more…

Ultimately the film reveals why Jehovah’s Witnesses have the lowest retention rate of any religion with only 37% of those raised as Jehovah’s Witnesses continuing their affiliation…

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Do All Jehovah’s Witness Parents Demand Their Children Earn Their Love?


How horrible to have your own mother speak this way to a child.

Originally posted on JWVICTIMS.ORG:

Recently a woman posted a letter on Facebook that her Jehovah’s Witness mother sent to her back when the daughter was only 13 years old. From what I can gather, the daughter was living with her non-JW father at the time. The letter is a stellar example of how emotionally and mentally abusive Jehovah’s Witness parents are to their children, demanding that they actually earn a parent’s love by believing in their god and their religion.

I have permission from the letter’s owner to post it here so you can read it for yourself, in its entirety:

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What Defines a Wo/Man?

In one of my very first relationships, I dated a man nearly 10 years my senior.  To me, no one could be wiser than him.  He would often call me “Lady” because, according to him, “anyone can be a woman, but it takes a special class of woman to be a lady.”   It was that relationship that helped define who I would become as I matured as it lasted nearly a decade.  I realize today that the lady I am is strengthened by the woman that I am.  

As I cruise around various social media sites and read posts made by my peers, I see a lot of examples of people hating on each other and trying to make oneself better than others, the “one-up game”.  They find out one little speck of dirt about you or your past and they blow it up into Drama World War Kazillion.  I know with my mental illnesses I have a superiority complex, but at least I recognize it and try my best to keep it under control and remember that I’m just a speck of dirt on this rock floating in space.  When I am confronted by people with this need to be better than their fellow man I get aggravated by their haughty high and mighty attitude and I try to keep my dealings with them civil.  Yet, every so often, I feel like I’m backed into a corner with this pious attitude and they will say something that just finally lights the fuse.  And that’s when the smart-ass, Irish ginger, ADHD driven, addicted to learning, pay it forward always to those who deserve, kiss my ass bitch comes out in me.  

See, I know that that sounds ridiculously pompous of myself.  But I have always held the belief that if it is in my power to help others, then I need to do so.  I pay it forward as a way of saying thank you to those who have helped me in the past, especially those who never even knew me.  And I’m a firm believer in karma, what you put out into the universe is what is going to come back to you.  There’s nothing really cosmic about it when you think about it truthfully.  Just the way things should be.  I don’t go around bragging about the things I’ve done, good or bad.  I talk about them, yes, but it’s most likely because it’s relevant to what is being said.  I don’t like to bring attention to myself in such a way but there has been times that I have exploded and “bitch-slapped” someone with proof of my “good deeds”.  I back my stuff up.  When I’m wrong, I admit it.  I do make apologies to people when I am wrong (though many will tell you that it’s not easy to get me to say “I’m sorry” but they know that I’m apologizing the best I can) and I don’t lie to people because I completely believe that the act of lying hurts worse than the lie itself.  

I saw a meme some time ago that said something along the lines of a “real woman uplifts other women and does not berate them”.  That’s a tough one for me.  I am a cynical person, and as I often tell people who are not use to dealing with me on a day to day basis, I have a very acidic tongue.  But if people get past the acidity in my tone and listen to the words and what I am saying, they see that I am also explaining and teaching while doing so.  When I was younger we called that “constructive criticism”.  I have been working on that acidity lately more than I ever did before because not all of my friends can see that that’s just what I’m used to in my life – straight forward real talk, no sugar coating.  Nearly 40 years old and I feel like I’m learning how to socialize with the neighborhood kids again.  

I try to teach by example to others.  With my chaotic mind, I’m sure that that’s a joy.  People always want me to share my recipes or teach them how to make certain dishes.  Okay, well while I’m showing them, I’m explaining things of why I’m doing certain things a certain way.  I’ve learned how to cook and bake from some wonderful cooks in my life and I’ve employed everything that they taught me and people are always telling me how wonderful my food is.   I use this as an example of how I try to always be teaching others.  And I love to have the roles reversed as well.  A good teacher is always another teacher’s student.  


So I guess to me, what defines a woman is who she is on the inside, the woman that her closest friends see.  

And with that, I bid you goodnight.