I received a lot of emails from people informing me of the news that Megan Phelps-Roper, the granddaughter of Reverend Phelps of Westboro Baptist Church, has left the fold. You can read the story HERE. When I read it, I said to myself, “This is my people!” Read the story and you’ll know what I mean. I want to thank @starfielder for being one of the ones who forwarded the story to me. She emphasized this one paragraph describing Megan’s aftermath:
Mostly, the tears have subsided—“in public, anyway,” she says one afternoon, as we sit in a Tribeca café. “I still cry a lot.” Forget what you know of the church. Just imagine what it is like to walk away from everything you have ever known. Consider how traumatic it would be to know that your family is never supposed to speak to you again. Think of how hard it would be to have a fortress of faith built around you, and to have to dismantle it yourself, brick by brick, examining each one and deciding whether there’s something worth keeping or whether it’s not as solid as you thought it was.