Reiterman – Reluctant Jim Jones – Annotation

“Probers Head for a Reluctant Rev. Jim Jones,” San Francisco Examiner, November 15, 1978 – Transcript | Annotation | PDF

By Tim Reiterman

Examiner Staff Writer

New York – A congressional delegation is embarking today on a long-awaited journey to Peoples Temple’s South American mission to check on the welfare of an estimated 1,200 U.S. citizens in the jungle project there.

Rep. Leo Ryan, D-San Mateo, said the delegation from the House International Relations Committee is going ahead with the flight to Guyana tonight, despite warnings that a visit to the mission was impossible at this time.

Taking the same flight will be about a dozen former temple members and other persons from the Bay Area who have relatives or loved ones at the agricultural project run by the temple under the leadership of controversial Rev. Jim Jones. They are concerned that temple members might be victims of psychological or physical bondage at the remote mission.

“I am going in response to constituent requests,” Ryan said in an interview yesterday, hours before the so-called Concerned Relatives group flew here from San Francisco.

“I intend to find out about (the temple’s activities in Guyana) on the spot,” Ryan said. “I’ll be talking with the Guyanese government and the U.S. Embassy. And I’d like to talk to Mr. Jones.

“I sent him a wire asking to meet with him and asked him permission to see and talk with some of the relatives, close to 20 of them. I want to sit down with them on a one-to-one basis.”

Ryan said he hoped to meet with the temple members either in Georgetown, Guyana’s capital, or at the temple mission, Jonestown, an hour’s plane ride and a nine-mile jeep trip away.

The responses to Ryan’s wire as of yesterday were less than encouraging. Two lawyers representing the temple have given negative replies to his overtures, and a statement from the temple set strict conditions and time requirements that don’t coincide with plans for the trip.

First lawyer, Mark Lane, the Kennedy assassination conspiracy theorist, wrote Ryan a letter Nov. 6 on behalf of the temple. Lane said the temple has asked that he be present during any congressional delegation visit, and said his schedule precluded that during November.

“You should understand that Jonestown is a private community and that, while they appear willing to host your visit there under certain circumstances, courtesy requires that arrangements be made in advance of your visit,” Lane said.

“You should be informed that various agencies of the U.S. government have somewhat consistently oppressed the Peoples Temple and sought to interfere with… a religious institution. I am now expecting that matter fully in order to bring an action against those agencies of the U.S. government.”

Through diplomatic channels, Ryan’s office also received word that the temple wanted the delegation of Ryan and Rep. Ed Derwinski, R-Ill., to be balanced with two members of the congressional Black Caucus. The temple also stated that it wanted to choose the press members of the delegation.

In San Francisco, temple lawyer Charles Garry said the first he had heard of the visit was in a newspaper story. He later said he received a statement from the temple that said in part:

“It would be impossible for Mr. Ryan and his company of people to be accommodated at Jonestown at this time. We have received word he is bringing a whole group there (to) start an incident, provoking a media scene. We know from his own mouth his intentions are negative.”

Ryan’s office has been able to contact Lane and Garry, but not Jones. “If they set up objections that can’t be met without any discussion, the conclusion ahs got to be obvious,” Ryan said, “… that they are failing to show cooperation with an honest effort to obtain information. And that indicates they have something to hide.

“I am still making the assumption we can work it out.”

Ryan’s delegation will have to rely heavily on the cooperation of the Guyanese government and ultimately of Jones and the temple.

The congressman and his staff have emphasized that their visit would be an ideal occasion for the temple to allay the fears and concerns of some relatives of members there.

Though Garry, and the temple has stated that certain sectors of the news media and some reporters are considered “enemies” of the temple because of reports based on the accounts of former members alleging corporal punishment and poor living conditions at the temple facilities in both Guyana and the United States.

Garry has maintained that even the temples most serious detractors would be impressed if they had the opportunity to see the project firsthand and to talk to members there. But there still are questions about whether reporters on this trip will be admitted to the mission.

The temple, which has claimed 20,000 members, has bases in Los Angeles, San Francisco and a number of other locales in California

The Rev. Mr. Jones quit as head of the San Francisco Housing Authority in the summer of 1977 and reportedly has remained in Guyana since then.

Childhood: Town Employment Solved

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It was one of those rare days when I had escaped the treadmill of my self-enslavement to regular jobs in industrial plants to expel the usual accumulation of dust and attack the disarray of my house. I was a working wife. My husband had been a semi-invalid all of our married life – a matter of ten years or more. He was sixteen years older than I, and a veteran of the first world war.

I had read the signs correctly in the early years of our marriage: economically, this marriage was and never could be greater than my ability to endorse it with whatever worldly goods were required to make it.

I was of slight build and limited strength, but according to my philosophy, nothing was impossible and my ambition for my son knew no bounds! I had chosen what I had considered a favorable time to bring him into the world, and my judgment had been at its lowest ebb at that moment. My son was born right in the midst of the depression and all he had seen of this world since had been the gringing aftermath of depression.

The animals on this day, and there were many, had taken up com­fortable positions in (they hoped) quiet and less frequently disturbed place: The salvage of these rejected and needy fellows had been my son’s very first objective. “These things ARE my work,” he very often said, “you must understand, Mother, that I was sent to earth to do many things that others do not wish to do – or cannot do. That is why I must often offend the baby sitters by not being at home and even off hurt now sometimes. You, though, I love you very much and you have come nearest to understanding this and everything else about me than anyone else now living…”

There was young Jim’s crib in the corner – it was four foot in length and still large enough to hold him, but seldom was utilized by him these days – so busy was he, dropping in on the lonely, and kinless and sick, taking wild flowers and enchanting odds and ends of things which he could not bear to see abandoned to a garbage heap because of their latent beauty… wherever beauty was in person or thing, obscured as it often was by careless handling, it became its BEST under his touch.

Troubled people came and he talked long because with them he [wanted] to take philosophical approaches to solutions. He did this in the privacy of “his church” in the 2nd story of the garage (a spacious, comfortable place with fresh flowers ALWAYS on the altar). Some time later and after their troubles had cleared up, many of these would seek me out to say (some would speak rather nastily or irately) as if I personally … resenting “something” about my attitude toward my son. These I assumed to be close associates of my husband’s sisters-in-law, who held that one’s character of a housewife was dwarfed by working outside the home, especially if she was so skillful, and if her services were as much in demand as were mine.

The sun topped the distant trees and cleared the intervening shadow, and in a swoop (burst) of glory washed through the big picture window where my husband sat observing the early morning passers-by as they gaped in and out of town along the main artery of travel easterly and westerly. Our village of Lynn, Indiana, provided but few means of making a living for the impoverished who were forced to seek employment in either Winchester, 17 miles to the North, or in Richmond, a somewhat larger city, 17 miles to the South. Our city was halved by Federal Highway 136 which ran from coast to coast through flat lands and hot winds of Kansas, though I do not recall my outstanding job opportunities for committing heads of households either to east of [blank liner] (?vest)…

This need of transportation to apply for and maintain jobs in such distant employment and the extreme duress of the depression, making the price of gasoline and automotive upkeep prohibitive, the predicament got me bugged over such conditions and made me bent upon seeking alternatives to it.

Our bankers, having narrow vision, had looked askance at potential manufacturing interest[s] bent upon borrowing. Like many small towns they wished to cleave to old ways, etc … so being a woman with outstanding impatience and with marrow that persisted in making the poor poorer and fostering new generations of them as in the past. I brought together these bankers and a so-called “deadbeat” from just across the line in Ohio who knew tomatoes and the processing of same from “a to izzart ” and whom the depression had just driven into bankruptcy. I was a woman of outstanding impatience with views and attitudes that were not designed to serve all segments of population.

So I talked and advocated and stood into this 100% until a job offer in another city again made a commuter of me. By this time, I was certain I had convinced the processor of tomatoes that I would tear into him like a rooster on a compile at the first thought that crossed his mind about “defrauding” even the least of these people who had trusted him ONLY because I had sworn that “risk though he be, he was RISK worth taking.”…even though I knew he would defraud his own Grandma. “Remember,” said I, when we reached agreement, “just remember – in the event temptation starts dangling foolish ideas before your covetous mind’s eye… that nowhere on the face of this earth lives a human being who can so expertly reduce RISK to zero.”

I never saw the man again, but kept my finger on the pulse of his “impulses” as I had sworn to do. He flew fight – not only keeping faith with the folk in the town but “expanding” in response to increased need, holding strictly as he had agreed with me to our hiring of local residents on a first priority.

Bobby, the raccoon kitten was rolling and kicking amid the downiness of the crib arranging and rearranging his covers. An attention he insisted that I grant him at bed time is giving a plaintive whimper “whee” when he was ready to end his busy day. His waking up to a new day was quite a ritual as he conducted it – so cunningly, appealing as to make one weep at remembering. It always inspired to grab him and shield him from all harm in some enchanted nook where “harm” could never come.

The village never-do-well strolled past the picture window over-alled, plow shoes, outfitted for agricultural work which he had shunned most of his life. “Ugh,” growled my spouse. “There goes a good for nothin. For all of the years I know him and I swear, he never tells the truth.”

The truth is often too drab. In his case, it was so. He likes more color, more humorous events than every day happenings afford – quite a philosophical man…

“Philosophical, hell… he’s downright ignorant,” said he, with undue heat.

I continued, “Once he challenged his sister Beatrice about having kids faster than a cat can respectably have kittens… Betty answered, ‘The Bible said populate the earth and I believe the Bible…’ said she smugly.

“He replied, ‘But dear sister, it did not say you gotta do it all by yourself. Why doncha just relax this big heat of yours before all the kids start lookin’ as if cut over the same pattern… You, Betty, I love ye but I do not think we have all that much to hand down or pass on. Ye know how Paw lit out and left Maw, house full of kids and nothin else… and showed up in this county on a dozen towns every election day to vote the republican ticket… cause his paw did. Why else? Paw didn’t have enough solid sense to pour pea out of a book. How would ee know what’s best to vote for?’”

A screen door hit the outside wall of the house with a bang and the young man, I called Jimba, my son, bounced into the room. Clad in sun suit, slender, bronzed and full of zip, he gave the raccoon kitten a gentle roughing. Bobby spat, hissed, blew and became a round ball to be stuffed in the bib of Jimba’s sun suit. I landed again, he hoisted himself up beside me where I sat on the ancient library table beside my typewriter.

“Remember that man who offered you that marvelous opportunity way back in that time you called depression, Mom,” said he. I could sense my husband giving full rein to his morbid suspicions of vast, ill founded promiscuity… Startled, I stammered a “Good Heaven’s, No, child! What man or woman either could have boasted such excellent turn of events or safely hustled(?) [blank space] such strength of bargaining power at such an unfortunate time in our history when nations starved and all people sought sustenance from garbage dumps….”

The child continued. “You needn’t be so shocked, Mom. Perhaps you do not remember, but that does not mean there was no such man. He sat in that very chair right there. I stood beside his chair. My eyes came level with his ear and I was surprised and shocked when I saw a speck of dirt there…”

“Why,” thundered I, with more feeling than I’d dreamed possible to register – especially over…nothing.

“Mother,” said he with studied patience… “here was a man well dressed, clean as a pin, who spoke remarkably well and who was concerned only with you, and you deliberately did not restrain Pete the groundhog, and he was bitten to the bone and one of his crimson socks rent in half so he had to stick both socks in his pocket and let his ankle bleed better, etc., but somehow he thought it funny and looked much happier when he left our house. You know I’ve wondered for years about what that remarkable opportunity was that he offered you.”

“Oh, that!” tittered I, gustily, “I shall reveal it the very moment your father sets off for the pool hall this evening.”

His father rose in high drudgeon and decamped the place, speedily and at once.

I clutched the bronzed shoulder in a weak hearted grip. The raccoon kitten rose to full height out of his sun suit bib and blew a warning blast in my face.

Always play acting with Jimba and our wee animal babes, I croaked hoarsely, “Alas! ‘Twas a correspondence course he offered and with almost no installment terms, and though I could not have bought it if the charge had been a bag of cincers, money was that tight, then – non-existent. Perhaps you should reveal this to your Father, not later than tomorrow…”

“Mom,” said he, “I can urinate over our hen house since I was circumcized.”

“Man!!” exclaimed I, “I must say that is real free wheeling compared to the modest – arc we had before.”

Later in the day, when I was making some progress with my house cleaning, I was aware of voices out in front on the sidewalk and lifted the edge of a curtain to sneak a peek…

There was little Jim convoying a stranger (an adult female) straight for the front door and it was still the depth of depression years and without a doubt she had a cargo of something to sell, for he was saying, “Do not be troubled,  Madam. You will feel better after we talk to my mother about it. She can think of ways to do most everything. Last week she made our Miss Mouse a pair of pj’ s and Miss Mouse on the very verge of having babies, to which she did almost immediately thereafter, and of all the things that might have messed up Miss Mouse’s plans, what with Mom meddling with her plans, NOTHING did as I shall show you. Miss Mouse’s plans worked very well, indeed, in spite of mom’s meddlin’ with ‘em… I shall show you her babies. It’s like that with – but I will say Mom does not work at getting into people’s business… though it never fails that she knows more about it and how to get ‘em out of it than they KNOW about their own business. She says that is because these are depression years and nobody has lived through the likes of it before…

By now, he was pounding on the front door and I had darted into an upstairs bedroom where I crawled under the bed… This lady had looked so correctly English throughout, that I hadn’t the courage to confront her problem in present state of physical fatigue and dishevelment. Certainly I had never come up with such impolite solution, hitherto…

So he escorted the lady into the house and seated her comfortably with a tall glass of water at her elbow, then swung the stair door wide open to yell into the void, “Come out from under that bed, Mom! That’s no way for a grown up lady to act! I know you are under there!! This lady needs help, Mom. It has never been like you to behave like this.”

It was in the years immediately following the depression and before there had been any measurable indication of a leveling off, such as more work available at better pay… or reduction in the cost of living…

But Little Jim (my son) never seemed to lack for answers when the troubled approached him with their troubles and this they very often did.

Jim had entered this veil of tears at the very crush of the depression in the year 1931, and had allowed nothing to dim the sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes since.

He had his little church on the second floor of the garage, and the animal quarters directly beneath it and any person who sacked up their domestic animals and flung them by the roadsides to thirst and starve to death… had reached the last level of depravity and deserved to starve in company with all their blood line… so this earth would be FREE of them; henceforth and forever, and KNOW them no more.

While I was in full accord with his findings, most of the population had already resorted to the heathen rule of “self-preservation being the first law of nature,” all… that is, except the young lad, Jimba, who went out every day before sunrise to comb every highway and biway for kittens and puppies… babies who may have been tightly tied in gunny sacks to starve and thirst to death. It was a very hard task for the four year old to cycle these unfortunates home, not to speak of the ever present hazard of the highways where small bodies are often thrown and broken beyond “recognition,” by those who worship speed, more and more speed, greater speed and ever and always greater speed… but always there was that ever watchful higher power looking after the young Jimba – maturing him to adulthood in order that he might meet the need of those thousands of “troubled others” for whom there would be no other way to peace and well being in the turbulence of these grievous times.

Testimonial honors Fresno Four – Annotation

If you came to spend an evening Assemblyman Willie Brown, Lt. Gov Mervyn Dymally, San Francisco’s Mayor George Moscone Police Chief Charles R. Galm, District Attorney Joseph Freitas. [Xxxxx] and his wife and a member of the John Birch Society where do you think you would be? At a political rally right? Wrong. You would be one of the more than 5,000 people who traveled out for a testimonial [xxxxx] San Francisco for Pastor Jim Jones of the Peoples Temple honoring the Fresno Four [xxxx] with the proceeds to go to the church’s many charitable projects.

The whole evening was precipitated by the participation of approximately 1,000 members of the People’s Temple who traveled from Los Angeles, San Francisco and Ukiah churches to protest the continued confinement of the Fresno Bee newsmen in a peaceful demonstration supporting the First Amendment to the Constitution.

“We have seen no greater example of the brotherhood of man,” said James Bert, city editor of the Fresno Bee speaking for himself and the three newsmen, “than was exemplified by Rev. Jones and the members of the multi-racial, later-faith People’s Temple” who came to Fresno in their support.

Mayor George Moscone presented a plaque thanking Jones for ‘his personal support given on many occasions whenever asked” and State Senator Milton Marks presented the pastor with a recognition on behalf of the entire State Senate commending the work of the People’s Temple.

A certificate of honor was also presented Jones by Bob Mendelsohn on behalf of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors thanking the church for its many projects “which have been so beneficial to all of the citizens of the Bay Area.”

Claude Worrell, ambassador to the Guyanese embassy in Washington D.C. was present at the head table to thank Jones and the Peoples Temple for their present agricultural mission in is country and Cecil Williams of Glide memorial church was also present to give Jones and the Temple a plaque of appreciation for the Temple’s work in humanitarian ministry.

Perhaps the most poignant accolade came from Lt. Gov. Dymally who commented that “all people can live, work and love together for here was an example of thousands who had come together – blacks, whites, Orientals, the young and the old of all denominations – in a temple, God’s temple.”

The evening, which included outstanding band and vocal entertainment as well as dancing by the Temple’s young people concluded with Jones telling the assemblage that prayer alone wouldn’t do the job – “you have to put legs to your prayers.”

He also introduced and thanked Walter Handy and Dr. and Mrs. Si Boynton of Ukiah for their support, counsel and friendship during many difficult times.

Service to Fellow Man – Annotation

Peoples Temple is many things to many people.

[In] demonstrations last week on behalf of the four jailed Fresno Bee reporters is emblematic of his active role in society.

The church, based in the Bay Area, provides housing and care for the elderly and organs and dormitories for college students.

It operates a farm mission in South America to produce food for the underprivileged while teaching the nationals self-sufficiency and attempting to dispel a bad image of the United States.

It has a fleet of Greyhound-type buses for transporting its 9,000 members throughout the state to church meetings and rallies.

It offers free legal services and health care.

It has a boat sailing off of the South American coast which provides medical and agricultural assistance to these countries. Each year it champions thousands of dollars to many philanthropic organizations that the list of beneficiaries rivals a United Way directory. Let the Peoples Temple hear of a need and the congregation jumps in to help.

In the last year the congregation’s donations have:

-Helped keep open a medical centered in San Francisco which otherwise would have closed.

– Benefited research in the medical fields of cancer, heart disease and sickle-cell anemia.

– Supported educational broadcasting such as KQKD

– Provided emergency cash to distressed families, particularly those of state law enforcement officers.

– Benefited the treasuries of groups fighting hunger, building schools, developing hospitals, [xxxx] church programs or working with [xxxx]

-Aided civil rights causes, both financially and through demonstrations including those involving discrimination and the jailing of the Bee newsmen and Los Angeles Times reporter William Farr. Peoples Temple Christian Church as it is properly called is affiliated with the 8-million member, nationwide Disciples of Christ.

The man behind the manyfaceted church is the Rev. Jim Jones, a prophet and revolutionary for 15 years, and formerly a teacher and businessman.

Jones’ theology is succinct: “The highest worship to God is service to your fellow man.”

Members of the church interviewed.

Jones admits he doesn’t adhere to fundamentalist teachings of the Bible but is driven by his oft-repeated phrase of serving fellow man. He does it with a budget of [x00,000]

– “We try to be frugal” he says – and a congregation that is willing to leave home or job to get involved.

“I visualize God as love” he said in an interview. “You can reverse that, too and say love is God. I try to maintain the highest degree of love and compassion that I can with my [xxxxx] [xxxx]

“Jesus, in Matthew, put the pressure on the church by emphasizing it’s what you do for others that counts. That’s what we try to do, to serve others.”

A native of Indiana where he graduated from the University of Indiana and A Bible college, Jones began preaching soon after he got out of school. He also worked part-time as a school teacher to supplement his income.

After serving several pastorates there, he came to California 11 years ago, settling in the small Mendocino County community of Redwood Valley eight miles north of Ukiah.

“We considered California more progressive,” said Jones of the family’s decision to come West. “Having adopted a black child, we thought it created a lot of problems. We heard there were a number of ethnic groups gathered in Redwood Valley and it would give us an opportunity to grow up in a small town.”Jones stated that of his nine children, eight are adopted and most are of mixed ancestries including Korean, Indian, Mexican and Japanese.

The church is as diverse as his family and has been described by one religious writer as the most multiracial congregation ever. Jones said [about] 35 percent are Caucasian, 45 percent black, 10 percent Chicano and 10 per cent Indian and Asian.

“We go out of our way to break down all barriers between socio-economic and ethnic classes,” said Jones. “We find a very wholesome bond between all these people.”

“We think there is something important in the Kerner Commission Report which said we are heading toward two societies, spate but unequal one black, one white. One of the sharpest messages of the Scripture is that God doesn’t see a difference in people.

“One of the challenges of this church is that there are no barriers between young and old. The typical thing you see in a church is a gap between age. You don’t see that in our church. Rather do you see a gap between race or creed.”

In the same vein the church is open to all beliefs. There are both fundamentalists – “not too many” said Jones – and agnostics. “We even have people who come here just because they like to help people and care about serving people. They feel they are equals. We don’t claim to be a highly evolved people.”

The basic tenet Jones said, is that members should subscribe to the practical teachings of Jesus Christ. “We don’t attempt to define the furniture of heaven of the temperature of hell” said Jones. “I’m not futuristic. That’s one of the dangers. Jesus said we should build the kingdom of heaven on earth. Well, when we were marching some said it was the Lord’s will for those men to be in jail. I think that is a dangerous assumption.”

Jones began his California ministry in the garage of his redwood valley home. Some members of his Indiana congregation followed him west and the church grew. He opened a branch church in the Fillmore district of San Francisco seven years ago. It now serves all his [congregation.] Another branch was opened in Los Angeles four years ago.

There are members throughout the state who are transported to services on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays at one of the three churches by the fleet of busses. Jones or one of 12 assistant pastors conducts the services with Jones alternating weekends in Los Angeles and the Bay Area.

The San Fransisco church is in what Jones calls a traditional [xxxx] a kind way of saying a member of the buildings are [xxxx] It is a church without permanent [roots] so that the facility can be transformed into a community center. From there area residents are offered free medical care provided by volunteer nurses and doctors, and free legal services provided by volunteer lawyers.

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However, [xxxxx] [xxxxx] [xxxxxx] Jones and Peoples Temples [xxx] not [xxxxxx] any kind of religious [introduction] of hungry persons before giving them bread.

[xxxxxx] is [xxx] special programs.

Peoples Temple has donated thousands of dollars into other causes such as the American Heart Association, the American Cancer Society, Big Brothers America and Indian rebuild program and a plan to combat hunger.

When a law enforcement officer is critically shot or slain the church usually steps in to help with money, said Jones. The church gave the family of slain High Way Patrolman in Los Angeles [xxxx]

“Being that we are activists, we [xxxx] want it know that we are opposed to violence,” said Jones, whenever an officer is shot we make a deposit to the family. The typical image of the person who protests for people’s rights is that they are militant. We are pacifists.”

“Jones said the bulk of the church’s protest is limited to letter writing. However, about 1,000 members of the church, wearing paper ‘Free the Bee Four’ [xxxxx] on their lapels participated in last weeks [xxxx] of the Democratic [xxxxx] in San Francisco. One of those attending was Rosalynn Carter, wife of Democratic Presidential candidate Jimmy Carter, who invited Jones to dine with her. “I can tell you this” said Jones “ I told her all about the Bee Four.” Jones said the money for all the church’s activities comes from members “and others just wanting to help.” “We have no demand on [xxxx] said Jones. “When the congregation sees things happening, they tend to respond. Some causes just stir people up that they put on rummage sales or bake sales. That helps [xxxx] money.

Jones also said the church is “very frugal,” and called the use of the San Francisco church ‘sanctuary” as a multipurpose facility as an example. Jones said the motivating force for many involved in Peoples Temple is the work or the [???]

“We are interested in your newsmen, for example, because freedom should be a [xxxx] for everyone,” said Jones. “We have demonstrated [xxxx] the Civil Rights marches years back. But we saw that the only people showing concerns were the newsmen so we decided to get involved.”

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