It's demoralizing to realize how screwed up my brain was then, and yet so inspiring to see how screwed up my brain isn't in comparison.
If you're Mormon, or if you're recently liberated, you'll recognize this one. It's a parable of sorts, by Gordon B. Hinckley, from the November 2001 issue of the Ensign:
Some years ago, President Gordon B. Hinckley told "something of a parable" about "a one room school house in the mountains of Virginia where the boys were so rough no teacher had been able to handle them.
"Then one day an inexperienced young teacher applied. He was told that every teacher had received an awful beating, but the teacher accepted the risk. The first day of school the teacher asked the boys to establish their own rules and the penalty for breaking the rules. The class came up with 10 rules, which were written on the blackboard. Then the teacher asked, 'What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?'
"'Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,' came the response.
"A day or so later, the lunch of a big student, named Tom, was stolen. The thief was located—a little hungry fellow, about ten years old.
"As Little Jim came up to take his licking, he pleaded to keep his coat on. 'Take your coat off,' the teacher said. 'You helped make the rules!'
"The boy took off the coat. He had no shirt and revealed a bony little crippled body. As the teacher hesitated with the rod, Big Tom jumped to his feet and volunteered to take the boy’s licking.
"'Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?' the teacher asked.
"After five strokes across Tom’s back, the rod broke. The class was sobbing. Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. 'Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!'"
One of the things I've noticed about myself now that I'm an ex-Mormon is that, when I'm stuck reading or hearing a story like this and it gets to the "The class was sobbing" part, I have a strong visceral reaction against it. It's a story aimed exclusively to invoke emotion, which Mormons will in turn interpret as "the spirit." It's a story that, among many others and for seventeen years, controlled me and manipulated me.
I remember getting weepy to this story once. But now I see it as an even more poignant parable about Christianity, Mormonism, and the Atonement.
This is not a story about a strong, capable, and compassionate man sparing a weaker man from punishment. This is a story about what happens when an incompetent organization makes absolute, non-negotiable, back-ass-ward rules. This is a story about a colossal failure at constructing a competent judicial system.
Let's consider the basics of this story:
- We begin with general disorder. Anarchy.
- The teacher establishes a judicial system wherein every individual must follow the established rules.
- An extreme, unjust, and gratuitous punishment is prescribed for breaking the rules.
- A kid breaks the rule, therefore is subject to punishment.
- Everyone realizes that the judicial system they've created is HORRIFICALLY UNJUST, and that the punishment is far too extreme for the crime.
- Instead of fixing the judicial system, which the whole class unanimously agreed was flawed, the teacher instead says, "fuck you, little kid; the status quo is more important than ethics."
- Oh, but wait, the teacher actually can change the rules, but, rather than lessen the punishment, he instead decides to add a "other people can take your punishment for you" rule.
The moral of this story for me, as an ex-Mormon, is not that Tom (and by proxy, Jesus) is a hero. Rather, it is that the teacher (and by proxy, God) is a despicable, anti-human monster who doesn't deserve the paycheck and authority the school is giving him.
I can't believe I used to find this story inspirational. Let me rewrite the ending to this disgusting parable, just because I like happy endings:
"The boy took off the coat. He had no shirt and revealed a bony little crippled body. As the teacher hesitated with the rod, Big Tom jumped to his feet and volunteered to take the boy’s licking.
"'Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?' the teacher asked.
"'Hell no!' said one student in the back of the room. 'Let's make the punishment a little less severe, or at least vary it depending on how bad the crime is. Also, God damn, Tom; you're a freaking masochist! This kid stole your lunch, and you're just gonna jump up to get beaten, too?'
"The teacher wavered for a moment. 'No,' he said, finally, 'I approve of the ridiculously harsh punishment. I want to beat people with this rod. Detention is for the weak.'
"There was a stunned silence. Even Big Tom, who seemed to have a thing for harsh punishment, gave pause.
"'In fact,' said the student in the back of the room, 'what if we each donated a little of our lunch to help Little Jim out, since he's far too young to get a job?'
"'Yeah,' the class agreed, 'let's help out the less fortunate, create a fair justice system, and beat the shit out of this amoral teacher.'"
Ahhhh... I like that ending better.
