Friday, March 15, 2013
Crap From The "Christians"
-ALL PHOTOS BY RUTH RADER-
(This is a "highlight" post. I am no longer in Nevada.)
A young man dropped me off at a huge, Baptist church building in the city of Sparks, Nevada. He hoped that the lights on in the building and the cars in the sprawling parking lot, held a promise of help for me.
The building obviously reflects a well-heeled congregation. Translation: Money, lots of it. The late-model vehicles and the well-dressed people made that fact very clear.
The sun was setting and I had been on the road all day, doing everything that I could to get rides from Susanville, California. As I walked toward the building, I was very aware of how tired I was. I obviously needed a place to stay for the night.
The church building, is as big as a hotel and the carpeting and decor, inside, rivals a Hampton Inn.
I put my backpack and laptop on a bench outside of the building and then peeked in the glass door. A woman with a small child saw me and approached the door. I asked her if she could find someone to speak with me, for a minute.
She left and a man returned.
I asked if I could stay in their building overnight. The man said that he was busy but that he would discuss some options with me in about an hour.
Then he said, "We have kids in here, right now. So you're going to have wait outside, until we're done with our activities. And I am going to lock the door until I come back."
Oh, yes he did.
So, I sat on the bench and waited.
Eventually, the same man returned and told me that he had called the senior pastor. A few minutes later, the pastor arrived.
That man, the senior pastor, is a total jackass. Straight and to the point, he is a rude, arrogant (and ignorant), Bible-banging bigot. And I want my fellow-blogger, Juli Henry, to know that Westboro Baptist Church has a branch in Nevada.
The old fool actually had the nerve to ask me, "What Nationality are you?"
The pair of guys decided to take me to a motel in downtown Reno and then drive me out of the metropolitan area, the next day. I really appreciated that idea and I was happy to get a bag of food from them, too.
But the peanut butter had an odd smell and a stamped expiration date of 2010. But that isn't why I am sharing this post.
Those two ingrates took me down to the worst, seedy and dangerous section of Reno. Then they got me a room that I will never forget.
And before the night was through, I had a set of photographs in my cell phone.
The room was filthy and that included the bed. I put my hand under the blanket and pulled out a wrinkled, sticky sheet of Christmas stickers.
But that was just the beginning:
-THE FRONT DOOR-
-A DIRTY BEDSPREAD WAS NAILED TO THE WINDOW-
-PART OF THE MESSAGE THAT WAS WRITTEN IN BLACK PAINT, ON THE WALL:
"HOME IS WHERE THE DOPE IS"-
-THE FILTHY BATHROOM DOOR-
-THE DISGUSTING TOILET-
-THE FILTHY SHOWER-
This is where that church placed this lady.
I know that they never counted on me taking photos or posting this in my blog, in Google+
circles or on Facebook. They never thought that anyone would ever know how they treated me.
They did what they did on purpose. They did what they felt was their "Christian Duty" and all
the while they made snide remarks.
Well, now I have posted some remarks of my own.
And these pictures won't lie. Ever.
Even though those Nevada Baptists will...every day.