I am of heavy heart to hear of the abuse suffered at Via. I was totally oblivious to what was going on, but with context and my old yearbooks, have pieced together who some of you are and I am so sorry for your pain. And to my dear friend, Ruth, my heart is heavy because you suffered. I do recall a couple of times you complaining about a particular situation in the little dorm when you used to “follow me around”, as you put it, but I am so sorry I didn’t take time to really listen to what you were saying (although by that time our family was kind of on the outs with leadership too). I have shed tears on your behalf and those I knew but were too young to be "friends" and have lifted you before the Lord and will continue to do so.
I didn't suffer the sexual abuse at Via, but I do recall the feelings some of you have shared about other abuses. I too remember being ridiculed publically - one teacher made fun of me every day I came into her class. (I was sick to my stomach at lunch as one year her class was right after lunch.) There was the teacher who I felt I could do nothing right for regardless and he always called me out publically and always complained to my parents about me for things even my parents thought were petty. Our education was also very one-sided and for spiritual reasons (at least that’s what I was told when I was in college and had opportunity to inquire about it although it made no sense) there were blatant things that we were not taught in our history classes because there was no accountability and the teacher could teach what he/she wanted to teach.
I also recall that things are the NTM way or it’s the highway, no middle ground and anyone who had a personal thought or question was considered unspiritual. There was a lot of gossip - adults about other adults - but yet they expected us to always get along and treat each other with respect. I remember asking my mom why she didn't speak up with the way she was talked about so. She gave a "godly" answer, but I figured she was probably afraid of retaliation. There was always a spiritual answer for everything that was done whether it was right or wrong.
My parents were dorm parents there for a short period of time. I know they worked hard to fit into the NTM “scene” and I recall overhearing conversations where dad told mom that that was the “way” things were to be done based on how things ran at the Land. (Again, that gives no excuse for any injustice and I do thank the Lord for a very open relationship with my parents where we can and have discussed things from my childhood perspective and I can now say my mom is my best friend.) When I spoke with them today, they were not aware of what had been reported.
So where my heart is heavy for my friends who suffered abuse, it is also heavy in anticipation that my parents may have been a source of “abuse” to others of you who were in the dorm with them. I pray that that is not the case, but know if there are things I would have liked to have seen handled differently (that I have discussed with my parents and we have hashed out), there may be others of you out there who also feel the same way.
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