THE STORY OF TREVOR ROBERTS
An Ex-Jehovah's Witness.

Before I start, I must apologise, as this story is longer than I intended.

My mother became a Jehovah's Witness when I was about 6 years old. My father
was a non-practising Catholic. My mother's new religion caused a huge uproar
in the family. Nevertheless, despite this, myself, my brother (4) and my
sister (2) were all taken to the meetings each week.

My father went looking for the JW who was studying with my mother to kill
her, but my mother forgot where she lived. After a while, things settled
down, with an occasional argument between my parents, and my mother and
grandparents, who could not understand why we couldn't celebrate birthdays
or Christmas.

On one occasion, my aunt gave my brother and myself toy guns for our
birthday. Our mother threw them away. After that, our releatives just gave
us money, or articles of clothing, which we were allowed to keep.

At school, when the other children gathered inside the school hall for
assembley where they would say the Lord's Prayer, we had to stand outside.
We only came in during the announcements. Needless to say, we were
ostracised
by the other children. We were not allowed to play sports like rugby, or
even
cricket, because these were "too competitive".

We had no friends, because the other witness families viewed us as
"spiritually weak" and "worldly" since we came from a "divided home". Non JW
friends were taboo. Eventually, in Std. 4 (Grade 6) I made friends with a
"worldly" guy, and we remained good friend for 12 years. (More about that
later).

In my first year in High Scool, Std. 6 (Grade 8), our school was visited by
the Gideons, and every Std. 6 pupil was given a Gideon's New Testament. My
friend and I decided to see who could finish reading the Gospels first. I
don't remember who "won", but I do remember being overawed by Jesus and what
he did and accomplished in a mere 3 years or so. I immediately wanted to
start walking around the world and preach to everyone I met. You could say I
believed I had been called.

I told my mother about how I felt, and she immediately arranged for me to
study with an older JW who was studying at university (a no-no for JW's -
but in his case his father had insisted all his children go to varsity or be
thrown out and disinherited). Anyway, I became an avid student of the Bible
and made friends with the chap who was studying with me. But I felt uneasy,
and eventually started drifting away. My mother then spoke to the elders,
and arranged for me to study with a second person, and then a third.

The third person to study with me was a woman, and a staunch JW.
Unoffically,
many believed that she had been directly "taught by Jehovah" as she had
studied the AID TO BIBLE UNDERSTANDING (a JW concordance) with the "aid of
Jehovah's Spirit". She and my mother were and still are good friends.

By this time I was in my last year of High School, and received my call-up
(conscription) into the 8th South African Infantry. I had already requested
to be baptised, and gone through the first 2 sets of questions that the
elders ask baptismal candidates. I only had one set to go, when I opted out.
I decided to follow my "worldly" friend into the South African Police. After
writing the entrance examination and getting good results, I was told that I
had left my application too late and would have to do my National Service in
the Army first. So that's what I did.

While I was in the Army, my brother, then 18, was killed in a car accident.
I was given 7 days compassionate leave and attended both funerals. (My
mother requested a JW funeral and my father agreed. The rest of the family
arranged a Catholic funeral, as all 3 of us children had been Christened as
Catholics and my brother had always said that he wanted a Catholic funeral
when he died).

With the death of my brother, I was overcome with guilt and felt I was being
punished for disobeying Jehovah! I decided that when I got out of the Army,
I would become a JW. I finished my National Service in July 1990, and
started
attending JW meetings in August. After about 2 months, the elders arranged
for someone to study with me (a JW lawyer). In December of 1990, the lawyer
offered me a job as a tracing agent/debt collector, based on my experience
in the military as a Regimental Policeman. (He was himself an ex-officer in
the South African Police).

I had inherited money from my grandfather, and the lawyer offered me a 35%
partnership in one of his businesses. (He had 2. One was a legal firm, the
other a debt collection and tracing  agency). As soon as I signed the
agreement, he moved the bulk of the tracing agency/debt collection business
across to his legal firm. Needless to say, I was disillusioned! I took the
matter up with the elders.

Unfortunately I had misplaced my copy of the contract (I found it a few
months later), and the lawyer who was also a Ministerial Servant (Deacon)
was never asked to produce his copy. The "case" went his way, and after that
I was "marked" as a troublemaker for a while. The lawyer paid my investment
back in installments over a year (I had given him a lump sum). I used it to
pay off debts I had accumulated while in business with him. (Although I was
his "partner" I was expected to pay for all costs incurred by the business,
and my 35% would come out of any profits if there were any). I then started
a computer company.

The lawyer then went into partnership with an elder in the congregation.
When he needed computer equipment or assistance, he would call on me "as a
fellow Christian", but I was to deal solely with his partner, the elder.
This elder, who was a German imigrant, would then always argue with me over
my fees, and ALWAYS gave me a cheque for what he thought was "fair", and
which was always much less than what I had billed them for. Since they were
my main client (by this stage their company had secured several lucrative
contracts and had grown into a national company), I found myself living from
hand-to-mouth.

In the meantime I was called-up to do "camps". (White South Africans, on
completing National Service were expected to do at least 30 days of
additional service (called camps) every year until the age of 55) . I wrote
a letter to the appropriate exemption board requesting exemption as a
religious objector. I was instructed to report to Pretoria to appear before
the board. In the interim I received prank calls from my call-up base, in
which I was called a faggot and a "Kaffir-Boetie" (Nigger-Lover).

I requested the local elders to assign someone to accompany me to Pretoria,
as was customary in cases like mine, but each and every elder had an excuse
why he couldn't accompany me. I appeared before the board alone, and my
application was turned down. The main reasons were that a) since no elder
had accompanied me I was obviously not a genuine religious objector and
b) my business made it in my interest to "dodge" camps and this was
unacceptable.

On returning to my congregation (my camp had been deferred so I could appear
before the board), my mother who knew the City Overseer personally, made
arrangements for me to see him. We saw him together, and she requested a
"special baptism" for me (I was still studying and was not yet baptised),
as this would increase my chances of securing an exemption from further
Military service. He declined, but grew indignant when he heard no elder had
accomponied me to Pretoria. (Shortly after this the South African Bethel
sent a letter to all congregations in the Republic, stating that brothers
applying for exemption on religious grounds MUST be accompanied by an
elder!)

A short while later I was baptised at a District Convention, and a month
after this I was again called up for a camp, this time for 51 days (21 days
more than normal as far as I am aware). This time, when I appeared before
the board (this time in Bloemfontein), the congregation secretary
accompanied me, along with another brother from another congregation, who
also had been called up. I was granted an exemption, and as was "expected"
of all JW's at the time, refused to do alternative service. I was therefore
taken immediately to court (straight from the board offices) and sentenced
to 50 days (one day less than the camp) of community service. The Judge said
that he was being lenient in view of the fact that I had already done my
initial National Service, and because I wanted to spend more time in the
Ministry. (At that time I had a genuine desire to pioneer).

I completed my sentence working for the City Health Department of Durban in
the dual roles of a clerk (in the afternoon) and as a Family Planning
storeman (in the morning). As a clerk, I was given and endless supply of
work, and in the mornings I had to hand out supplies to Nurses from the
different clinics operated by the city. Sometimes I had to move heavy boxes
of supplies, and I also had to do stock-taking regularly. (This experience
is not unique to myself, the are other JW brothers who had terrible
experiences as a result of being religious objectors. I got off lightly,
missing out on a six year sentence).

(NOTE: Another young man in our congregation who was married was also called
up for a camp. He reported for duty and completed his camp. The elders took
no action since he was not baptised. I mentioned the incident to them, and
they told me that since he was not baptised, he was entitled to make his own
decisions in that regard.)

After my sentence was over, I restarted my business and began dealing with
the same 2 brothers I had dealt with formely. It seemed to be their policy
to underpay me. Once when I was sick, they phoned me and accused me of
stealing their old computer components. (Most computer companies either
disposed of old components or re-sold them when upgrading old equipment. I
had given their old equipment to my father who in turn gave it to his work's
computer section. (My father worked for the government))
Despite the fact that I was genuinely sick, they came to my house, entered
my bedroom where I was in bed, and verbally assaulted me. They threated to
bring me before a judicial committee for theft.

I explained to them that what I had done was normal practice in the computer
industry, and that old components were only retained by the customer if they
requested it. If not the price quoted would be altered. I also explained
that I was undeniably honest, being a Christian, and that if they insisted,
I would replace the components. Once I had recovered from my illness (Kidney
trouble) I replaced the components. Nevertheless, they partner (the German,
not the lawyer) insisted that I be brought before a judicial commitee for
dishonesty. I then gave him further components, worth a few hundred Rands,
and he subsequently dropped the matter.

 The whole thing, I later found out, revolved around money, as they wished
 to aquire new computers and had learned that older 286 computers would work
 just as well for their purposes as new ones. Since the components I had
 replaced were 286 components, they reasoned that if they got them back from
 me, they would not have to spend a cent! I subsequently told the 2 elders I
 would no longer be doing business with them.

Shorly after this, I was placed in the German's Book Study Group. He acted
very friendly, but behind my back he spread rumours about me, including one
that I would intentionally install a virus on someone's computer, possibly
so I could charge them for its removal. After one Book Study, I took the
matter up with him, and he denied everything. He then called me a liar and
threatened to bring me before a Judicial Commitee for lying and slander The
fact was that my mother had overheard him telling this story to a group of
witness at the Kingdom Hall (JW Church). She was however to scared to get
involved, and left me to my own devices.

In the meantime, I Auxillary pioneered for a least one month every year,
and once, 3 months in a row. Every year, I went on "Isolated Territory"
where we travelled to a rural area and spoke to the African population in
their huts and kraals. Conditions were difficult at best, and I often got
ill on these weekend trips due to weak Kidneys. I also helped out on several
Kingdom Hall building projects, usually doing hard labour such as digging
trenches. (I always seemed to get that task). Amongst other projects I have
worked on as a JW, were the South African Bethel (headquarters), and a
Kingdom Hall and Missionary home in Lesotho.

In the meantime, I had been appointed as an assistant to the School
Overseer, and was also responsible for timing the talks in the Main Hall. I
also used to carry a microphone during the Watchtower Study on Sundays. And
every now and then, I was assigned to say the closing Prayer at the School
and Service meeting. Due to my Bible knowledge, I was told by several elders
that I was "elder material". Apparently all that was holding me back was the
fact that I was not putting in enough "regular" field service - even though
my monthly average was above that of the congregation average. (This was
mainly due to my Auxillary Pioneering). Since I was running a business
however I did not always put in high hours every month, and I once became
"irregular."

One day, out in field service I told a young brother that I occasionally
masturbated, and he told his mother, who reported me to the elders. The
elders warned me to stop, quoted a few scriptures and left it at that. In
the meantime, the young brother told all his friends, and his mother told
her friends. The elders then approached me and told me that since the matter
had become "public" knowledge, it would be appropriate if I considered
"stepping down" from my responsibilities. I graciously did so. As a JW I
think I was always humble. I always accepted council and reproof, and never
argued or refused when given assignements.

I then began a part time job together with another young brother (working
for a sister) and at the same time we Auxillary pioneered. However the young
brother, much to my shock "padded" his hours at the end of each month,
saying "I'll make it up next month". He never did. Later we both applied for
Bethel service. He was accepted and I was turned down.

After all this, and with my business, I began to suffer from stress and
depression. I became suicidal and felt unworthy of calling myself a
Christian. My mother sent me to a psychologist. My meeting attendance became
irregular. Until then, I had "remained faithful" preferring to be wronged
for the sake of righteousness and trusting in Jehovah to resolve matters.

With my depression and suicidal tendencies I began to tire of waiting for
Armageddon, and began to have doubts. I discussed these with a friendly
elder (new to the congregation), discussed what I (and others) felt was a
lack of love in the congregation (a few blamed the elder body as a cause of
problems in the congregation), but he couldn't help, and didn't convince me
with solid Biblical arguments. In the meantime, I ended up in Hospital, and
was diagnosed as being Schizophrenic. (This is an illness in which the brain
fails to process thoughts correctly, hallucinates, hears voices, and  is
generally deemed to be out of touch with reality.)

At this time, I began having problems with 3 young brothers in the
congregation. I suspect one of them of having written a hate message on the
window of my car after a book study one evening, but I have no proof.

Then the Society changed their position on the "generation that saw 1914"
issue. I immediately began to doubt that this was God's organisation. This
change in view was tantamount to admitting that Armageddon was never coming,
at least not soon. (In my opinion anyway).

My best friend's mother heard I was suicidal and took me to see her Minister
(at the local Methodist Church). At the time, he was the World President of
Life Line. He counselled me and I was invited to come to Church. I attended
a Church service, and my mother reported me to the elders. Two elders
immediately visited me. They told me that the meeting was not a hearing and
warned me not to attend another Church service. I went again, and was again
reported to the elders. They Service committee requested a meeting with me.
I discussed it with the Minister, and he suggested I meet them. I attended
the meeting accompanied by my mother, and after about 20 minutes of
discussion, and questioning, I began to tire. I told them I didn't see a
problem with attending another Church occasionally. They then requested to
speak to my mother alone. (I later found out that she told them I knew what
I was doing).

My mother then came out and told me the elders were conferring. After about
half-an-hour they called my mother and myself in. They then asked me if I
would like a week to think about what I was doing. I said no. They then told
me that by my actions, I had disassociated myself. They then read me three
scriptures and informed me that no JW would ever talk to me as long as I was
disassociated as "required by Scripture".

I walked out of the Kingdom Hall, and felt pretty positive. After a few
months, I was overcome with a deep feeling that I had done the wrong thing.
I didn't know where to turn. I attended a meeting with my mother. At the
entrance I was greeted by a brother. I then informed him that I was still
disassociated and he said "Oh, I don't know what that means. I'm not
familiar with the procedure in these cases". He then enetered the Kingdom
Hall. Next a sister whose son I'd attempted to help saw me and greeted me
enthusiastically.  I told her that I was still disassociated and she simply
said "Oh" and turned her back on me and entered the Hall. I enetered and was
told to sit at the back, which I did. Nobody talked to me or looked at me.
Even the speaker who knew me made sure he avoided eye contact.

After the meeting, I left the Hall (the same Hall I'd helped build, and in
whose parking lot I'd done security duty) and to-date I have never returned.
I continued attending the Methodist Church for a while, and eventually left
them too. I have since been Ordained as a Christian Minister, and hope to
start my own Ministry to lead others to Christ if possible. (I am currently
living with my parents and am on a State disability grant of US$75 a month).
If I can help other JW's to leave or be there for Ex-Jw's, I would be only
too pleased.

I doubt my story is exeptional, there are many sincere people who have been
misled and mistreated byThe Watchtower Bible and Tract Society and its
minions. I only hope that more people come to their senses and leave before
their lives are irreperably ruined.


FOOTNOTE: My best friend of 12 years died in a motorbike accident on 10th
July 1993. At the time, we had stopped talking to one another, as I felt
that he was "bad association" since he was not a JW and was always inviting
me to go to pubs and night clubs with him. (Something I later found out some
of the younger brothers in my congregation did) Many JW's are conditioned to
think this way. I appeal to everyone who reads this: If you are a JW - don't
cut off your "worldy" friends, they may be your only support one day. If you
are a friend of a JW - don't give up, your friend may need you. It is my
firm belief that they are not thinking rationally if they give you the cold
shoulder. As we said in the Army "Vasbyt!" (Hang in there!). Maybe one day
they'll come to their senses, and you'll be there for them!

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