“Then there are the cults that recruit followers for life. These groups use organized psychological and social persuasion to produce extreme attitudinal changes. As a result they come to exert enormous control over the lives of their members. They are manipulative, deceptive, and highly exploitative.”
I digested that.
“How does thought reform work?”
“You begin by destabilizing a person’s sense of self. I’m sure you discuss this in your anthropology classes. Separate. Deconstruct. Reconstruct.”
“I’m a physical anthropologist.”
“Right. Cults cut newcomers off from all other influences, then get them to question everything they believe in. Persuade them to reinterpret the world and their own life history. They create a whole new reality for the person, and in so doing they create a dependence on the organization and its ideology.”
I thought back to the cultural anthropology courses I’d taken in graduate school.
“But you’re not talking about rites of passage. I know in some cultures kids are isolated for a period in their lives and subjected to training, but the process is meant to reinforce ideas the child has grown up with. You’re talking about getting people to reject the values of their upbringing, to toss out everything they believe in. How is that done?”
“The cult controls the recruit’s time and environment. Diet. Sleep. Work. Recreation. Money. Everything. It creates a sense of dependency, of powerlessness apart from the group. As it does that it instills the new morality, the system of logic to which the group adheres. The world according to the leader. And it is definitely a closed system. No feedback allowed. No criticism. No complaints. The group suppresses old behaviors and attitudes and, bit by bit, replaces them with its own behaviors and attitudes.”
“Why does anyone go along with that?”
“The process is so gradual the person isn’t aware of what’s happening. You’re taken through a series of tiny steps, each one seemingly unimportant. Other members grow their hair. You grow your hair. Others speak softly, so you lower your voice. Everyone listens docilely to the leader, asking no questions, so you do the same. There is a sense of approval by the group and of acceptance into it. The new recruit is totally unaware of the double agenda that’s operating.”
“Don’t they eventually see what’s happening?”
“Usually new members are encouraged to break all contact with friends and family, to cut themselves off from their former networks. Sometimes they’re taken to isolated places. Farms. Communes. Chalets.
“This isolation, both physical and social, strips them of their normal support systems and increases their sense of personal powerlessness and need for group acceptance. It also eliminates the normal sounding boards we all use for evaluating what we’re being told. The person’s confidence in his or her own judgment and perception deteriorates. Independent action becomes impossible.”
I thought of Dom and his group on Saint Helena.
“I can see how a cult has control if you live under its roof twenty-four hours a day, but what if members work outside the headquarters?”
“Easy. Members are given instructions to do chants or meditation whenever they’re not working. Lunch hour. Coffee break. The mind is occupied by cult-directed behaviors. And outside the job all their time is devoted to the organization.”
“But what is the appeal? What drives someone to reject his past and turn himself over to a sect?”
I couldn’t wrap my mind around this. Were Kathryn and the others automatons, controlled in their every move?
“There is a system of rewards and punishments. If the member behaves, talks, and thinks appropriately he or she is loved by the leader and by the peer group. And, of course, he or she will be saved. Enlightened. Taken to another world. Whatever the ideology promises.”
“What
“You name it. Not all cults are religious. The public has that idea because back in the sixties and seventies a lot of groups registered as churches for the tax break. Cults come in all shapes and sizes and promise all kinds of benefits. Health. Overthrow of the government. A trip to outer space. Immortality.”
“I still don’t see why anyone but a nutcase would fall for such crap.”
“Not at all.” He shook his head. “It’s not just marginal people who get sucked in. In some studies approximately two thirds of the respondents came from normal families and were demonstrating age-appropriate behavior when they entered a cult.”
I looked at the tiny Navajo rug beneath my feet. The mental itch was back. What was it? Why couldn’t I bring it to the surface?
“Has your research shed light on why people seek out these movements?”
“Often they don’t. These groups seek you. And as I’ve said, these leaders can be incredibly charming and persuasive.”
Dom Owens fit that description. Who was he? An ideologue forcing his whims on malleable followers? Or just a health-fad prophet trying to grow organic butter beans?
Again I thought of Daisy Jeannotte. Was she right? Had the public become overly fearful of Satan worshipers and doomsday prophets?
“How many cults exist in the U.S.?” I asked.
“Depending on your definition”—he gave a wry smile and spread his hands—“anywhere from three to five thousand.”
“You’re kidding.”
