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Ex-Lamanite
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Date: June 28, 2011 03:03PM
I joined the church as a teenager during the early 1980s. I'm enrolled in a small tribe that was not affected by the Indian Placement Program of the church; however, I was certainly affected by the doctrines related to a supposed 'Lamanite' identity.
When I first joined the church, ward members treated me as though I belonged to a special class. A few people even went out of their way to testify, with tears in their eyes, that my baptism fulfilled Book of Mormon prophecies that foretold the Lamanites would "blossom as the rose." I was a very lonely and socially awkward boy, so all the positive attention nourished my fragile self-esteem.
My father was not so easily convinced. He respected my right to make my own religious path, but he was perplexed by my choice of Mormonism. One day, he asked me to explain the Book of Mormon. Anxious for a golden missionary opportunity, I related the whole story of Lehi, Nephi, Laman, and Lemuel. I said, "The Book of Mormon is the true history of our ancestors. As Indians we are part of the chosen people."
He listened patiently to the whole story, but in the end, he looked me square in the eye and said, "That's bull----."
As you might imagine, I was hurt and a little embarrassed that my dad rejected my testimony so easily. I pushed back, but my father would not be moved. He said, "If Indians are the chosen people, why is your church run by white people in suits?"
I mentioned George P. Lee, but he was unimpressed. "So they got one Indian out of how many white people? Big deal. One Indian doesn't change the fact that this is a white man's church."
My father continued, "If the Book of Mormon is the Indians' true religion, why doesn't it talk about our ceremonies and respect for the earth, or the animals and the old creation stories? When I read that book, I don't see anything from the people. There's nothing Indian about it."
At the time, I was hurt by his rejection of the church, but now I respect his honesty. He saw through the illusion and called the truth as he understood it.
Of course, I had a 'testimony,' so I continued down the Mormon path without my parents. I served a mission, married in the temple, and began to raise my children in the church.
But in time, my father's reasoning would catch up to me. I began to read the Book of Mormon with more critical eyes. It began bother me that my 'true' ancestors were regarded as 'filthy and loathesome.' As much as I disagreed with my father about religion, I knew that my elders were not filthy. They were some of the most generous and loving people I ever knew.
It also began to bother me that the Book of Mormon glorified people like Christopher Columbus and seemed to justify the invasion of America by the white people. I knew firsthand the evils committed against the Indian nations. Why would God give his blessing to the destruction of my own people? We were not the savages portrayed in the Book of Mormon or in American media.
In short, I began to believe that the Book Mormon was written by white people to justify the domination of white values.
More on that later...