Part 42 (1/2)
”Who was the other woman?”
”I'm not sure. She hadn't been there long. Wait. Maybe her name was Alice. Or Anne.”
My heart changed speed. Oh, G.o.d. No.
”Do you know where she came from?”
”Somewhere up North. No, maybe it was Europe. Sometimes she and Jennifer spoke a different language.”
”Do you think Dom Owens had Heidi and her babies killed? Is that why you're afraid for Carlie?”
”You don't understand. It isn't Dom. He's just trying to protect us and get us across.” She gazed at me intently, as though trying to reach inside my head. ”Dom doesn't believe in Antichrists. He just wants to transport us out of the destruction.”
Her voice had grown tremulous and short gasps punctuated the s.p.a.ces between her words. She rose and crossed to the window.
”It's the others. It's her. Dom wants us all to live forever.”
”Who?”
Kathryn paced the kitchen like a caged animal, her fingers twisting the front of her cotton blouse. Tears slid down her face.
”But not now. It's too soon. It can't be now.” Pleading.
”What's too soon?”
”What if they're wrong? What if there isn't enough cosmic energy? What if there's nothing out there? What if Carlie just dies? What if my baby dies?”
Fatigue. Anxiety. Guilt. The mix won over and Kathryn began to weep uncontrollably. She was growing incoherent and I knew I would learn nothing further.
I went to her and hugged her with both arms. ”Kathryn, you need rest. Please, come and lie down for a while. We'll talk later.”
She made a sound I couldn't interpret, and allowed herself to be led upstairs to the guest room. I got towels and went down to the parlor for her pack. When I returned, she lay on the bed, one arm thrown across her forehead, eyes shut, tears sliding into the hair at her temples.
I left the pack on the dresser and pulled the window shades. As I was closing the door she spoke softly, eyes still closed, lips barely moving.
Her words frightened me more than anything I had heard in a long time.
26.
ETERNAL LIFE'? THOSE WERE HER EXACT WORDS?”
”Yes.” I clutched the phone so tightly the tendons in my wrist ached.
”Give it to me again.”
” 'What if they go and we're left behind?' 'What if I deny Carlie eternal life?' ”
I waited while Red considered Kathryn's words. When I switched hands I could see a print where my palm had sweated onto the plastic.
”I don't know, Tempe. It's a tough call. How can we ever know when a group will turn violent? Some of these marginal religious movements are extremely volatile. Others are harmless.”
”Are there no predictors?”
What if my baby dies?
”There are a number of factors that feed back on each other. First there's the sect itself, its beliefs and rituals, its organization and, of course, its leader. Then there are the outside forces. How much hostility is directed toward the members? How stigmatized are they by society? And the mistreatment doesn't have to be real. Even perceived persecution can cause an organization to become violent.”
He just wants to transport us out of the destruction.
”What types of beliefs push these groups over the line?”
”That's what concerns me about your young lady. Sounds like she's talking about a voyage. About going somewhere for eternal life. That sounds apocalyptic.”
He's just trying to protect us and get us across.
”The end of the world.”
”Exactly. The last days. Armageddon.”
”That's not new. Why does an apocalyptic worldview encourage violence? Why not just hunker in and wait?”
”Don't get me wrong. It doesn't always. But these groups believe the last days are imminent, and they see themselves as having a key role in the events that are about to unfold. They're the chosen ones who will give birth to the new order.”
She was terrified because the baby wouldn't be sanctified.
”So what develops is a kind of dualism in their thinking. They are good, and all others are hopelessly corrupt, totally lacking in moral virtue. Outsiders come to be demonized.”
”You're with me or you're against me.”
”Exactly. According to these visions the last days are going to be characterized by violence. Some groups go into a sort of survivalist mode, stockpiling weapons and setting up elaborate surveillance systems against the evil social order that's out to get them. Or the Antichrist, or Satan, or whatever they see as the perceived threat.”
Dom doesn't believe in Antichrists.
”Apocalyptic beliefs can be especially volatile when embodied in a charismatic leader. Koresh saw himself as the Lord's appointed.”
”Go on.”
”You see, one of the problems for a self-appointed prophet is that he has to constantly reinvent himself. There's no inst.i.tutional support for his long-term authority. There are also no inst.i.tutional restraints on his behavior. The leader runs the show, but only as long as his disciples follow. So these guys can be very volatile. And they can do whatever they choose within their sphere of power.
”Some of the more paranoid respond to perceived threats to their authority by becoming oppressively dictatorial. They make increasingly bizarre demands, insisting their followers comply in order to show loyalty.”
”Such as?”
”Jim Jones had tests of faith, as he called them. Members of the People's Temple would be forced to sign confessions or suffer public humiliations to prove their devotion. One little ritual required the partic.i.p.ant to drink unidentified liquids. When told it was poison, the testee wasn't supposed to show fear.”
”Charming.”