| The Architecture Of Jonestown and How It Both Created the Community and Ultimately Destroyed It |
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The history of Peoples Temple needs to be at least superficially
understood for you to understand how a subtopic like “Architecture” relates to
the growth of, and the eventual demise of, Peoples Temple.
Reverend Jim Jones established his church in Indiana, first as “Wings of
Deliverance” and finally as “Peoples Temple” in 1956. For the next nine years,
Peoples Temple Christian Church continued with regular services and started
community outreach. During that time, the members of the Temple lived in their
own homes. Even though Jim Jones took his family and some of the top leadership
to Brazil for nearly two years, Peoples Temple services continued. The Jones
family returned at the end of 1963. Members of Peoples Temple lived close to
each other in the greater community.
In 1965, Jim Jones led carloads of people – around 100 – across the
country from Indiana to Mendocino County, California. By 1968, the membership
had grown to nearly 150, and the Temple had bought property to build a church
with a sanctuary and a pool. Although some single members had moved in with
some of the families in Peoples Temple, most still lived in single-family
homes.
By 1970, there were over 200 members of the group in Ukiah and in
Redwood Valley, California. Many more visitors and members began making the
two-hour trip up to Redwood Valley from San Francisco. The trend was for more
single people and some inner-city children to move into homes of established
members in the peaceful setting of Redwood Valley.
Beginning in 1971, Jim Jones traveled around the country with his
ministry, and encouraged people from other states to join. In addition, Peoples
Temple began regular services in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Seattle. Later
on, Seattle was eliminated from the schedule. The family structure was impacted
as people began sharing housing and children moved around to other homes.
Individuals joined already-established family units. Children moved to wherever
there were mentors who loved them and who could take on supervision. Within
Redwood Valley, several families became housing centers for infants and young
children while parents worked, or were absent. Instead of the individual
housing units sprinkled around the community, there were hubs for much larger
groups. Everyone was encouraged to take in other members or share housing with
another family unit. The structure of the community was changing, and strong
bonds connected members and children across family lines.
Jim Jones also participated in this. He and his wife Marceline had
adopted children and they continued to take in and embrace many Temple
children. A number of children and adults in Peoples Temple took on the “Jones”
name over the years.
In Redwood Valley, single members and couples were now establishing new
communal homes. There were several communes of single workers who carried a
heavy workload related to various aspects of church business. There were also
numerous family care homes that took in members to help with the home care
responsibilities.
By 1973 we had over 2,500 members in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and
Redwood Valley, as Jim became more of a public figure in larger cities. Only
400 members continued living in Redwood Valley, and that number was decreasing
as members moved into the cities. The internal structure of the church was
changing. In San Francisco, many seniors moved into shared living space to
economize and enrich their lifestyles. People could pool their income and have
better food and better housing. In Los Angeles, the Temple bought apartments
next to the Temple building for seniors and staff. The apartments were
convenient and full of members. Many members in all of the cities were excited
about the prospect of living interracially in the different communes.
There was a dramatic change in the architectural structure of the
Peoples Temple community between 1968 and 1973. In the late 1960s, the
organization was much like any other church. People lived conveniently close to
the center, but in individual space. By 1973, Peoples Temple members had begun
gathering into closer living spaces, and communes. There was growing Temple
control over finances, time, and contact with family and friends outside of the
Temple family. We often said that we were “in” the world but not “of” it. We
distanced ourselves from the outside community. We thought of ourselves as more
dedicated to equality and justice than those we met, worked with, or were
related to.
In December 1973, the rough plan of moving to Guyana began to take
shape. In 1974, the first small group of pioneers went down to begin the
project called “The Peoples Temple Agricultural Mission,” more informally known
as Jonestown. The work continued non-stop from that point on, with new skilled
workers continually joining the first crew.
During this time in the United States, housing was tightening up even
more, with members reminding other members about focus, behavior not consistent
with being socialists, and saving money for the cause (of Jonestown). We
thought of ourselves as one big family with the responsibility of reining in
rebellious members, and our definition of “rebellious” was becoming more
global. Because we were now living in close proximity, we had more control over
behavior, and the consequences for poor choices were more punitive. In our open
forums, during our family meetings held once a week, standards of behavior
would be discussed and punishments would be meted out. Control from the top was
tightening.
Around this time, Jim told one of his top aides, “Keep ‘em poor and keep
‘em tired and they won’t have the energy to plan or leave.” That is a quote I
never heard or could have imagined Jim saying. I just learned of it August
2010. But even back then, I knew we were our brothers’ keepers – and
self-righteous.
In 1976 in the United States, Jim Jones was still taking his healing
ministry around the country, with twelve full buses, seeking more members and
donations. The trips took several weeks traveling on crowded buses. These
groups of 600 or more were getting acclimated to communal living and travel.
The accommodations at the places we stayed on the road were very basic, often
just churches with carpeting where we spread out bedding, and shared communal
meals. It was training of a sort for what was to come.
The ballooning membership from every part of California was more
centralized around the Temple buildings and communal housing units. Even though
we lived in big cities, we had limited contact with the people in the
surrounding neighborhoods. We maintained superficial relationships but rarely
if ever discussed Temple business with anyone outside. Even inside the walls,
we rarely discussed any complaints or questions since “whining” and
“negativity” were discouraged. The behavior most encouraged was to put our
heads down and get to work.
Jim asked me to go to Guyana in early March 1977. When I arrived in
Georgetown, there were about 65 people in Georgetown and Jonestown. Both sites
had communal housing. Over the next year and a half, another 950 people
immigrated to Guyana, bringing the total to over 1000 people, all living
communally, by November 1978. The influx of residents into Guyana was
unexpectedly rushed, and the earliest settlers lived in a primitive setting.
However, work was completed quickly.
By the middle of 1978, there were six or more large dorms close to the
center of Jonestown and fifty-three cottages a little walk away. All housing
had bunk beds to use space efficiently. The dorms held about 100 seniors each.
The cottages held at least fourteen more ambulatory Jonestown residents. The
cottages were being built quickly, and we were able to spread out more. In
addition to those communal settings, there were cottages for our nursery and
young children, and houses for some of the elderly couples.
Jim Jones had his own cottage in Jonestown, away from the central area,
not visible to those walking the paths around the community. That was the first
time in Peoples Temple that he set himself apart from the rest of us. In
Redwood Valley, he had lived simply with his family on the Temple property. In
San Francisco, his apartment was in the Temple building and his staff lived
there also. In Los Angeles, he stayed close by. He was always under scrutiny by
many.
Jim Jones made a huge shift in Jonestown. His behavior and poor health
in Jonestown were hidden from the general population. He no longer felt the
need to model his teachings. Not only did he physically distance himself from
the rest of us, he had an enriched diet and decadent lifestyle that the rest of
us didn’t have. He and several of his staff had no rules, had food and drink
that the rest of the community didn’t have access to, and became the elite that
we had so distained over the years. It was his physical statement that whatever
he did, or whatever anyone else might think of it, he was totally in charge.
Other than Jim and his staff – and Marceline with her air conditioner –
everyone else in Jonestown was communal. There was only one kitchen in
Jonestown, where the freshly picked produce was dropped off, where the
purchased supplies from Georgetown were stored, and where everything was
cleaned and cooked. We ate all meals in the common dining hall; we met several
nights a week for a program, a language class, a movie, or a community meeting.
Otherwise, we would work on projects in the evening. We had our laundry done in
a communal laundry area, showered in communal showers, and relaxed in the
communal tents around the property. We even had communal toilets – outhouses
with six or more holes in the bench. It was a thriving, growing community with all
energy focused on making a viable, sustainable community in the middle of the
rain forest.
Jim and his privileged group aside, the rest of us worked hard and
watched Jonestown develop into a nearly self-sufficient village with great
potential. We had all learned our lessons for communal living well. We knew to
work hard, complain not, integrate always, and worship Jim and give him full
credit for what we saw growing in front of us. Other than the worship of Jim, I
follow the other tenets to this day. In spite of the restrictive atmosphere,
most of us did love to see the growth of our own Utopia. We took pride in our
successes and tried to make the best of whatever happened. There was a sense of
peace in the community that things were coming together.
Jim was withdrawing from his role as a moral leader, and even if we
didn’t acknowledge it, our actions – especially viewed in retrospect – told us
we understood it. We had absorbed a lifestyle of taking responsibility, and we
didn’t look to Jim as much. We were becoming self-motivated and strong. We
weren’t looking to Jim as much for leadership, but neither were we noticing his
changes and inconsistent behavior.
We residents were kept under a microscope. Everything was monitored. The
work we did was supervised, but – increasingly – so were the stimuli reaching
us. One example of that was the loudspeaker system. We had two generators,
which provided electricity to most of the buildings, and we set up speakers all
around the community. Jim would listen to world news on his own radio or on the
ham radio set up, and then reinterpret it through his own paranoia and slant,
and record his “news update.” He would then play the tape over and over
throughout the community during waking hours. A longstanding rule was to stop
conversation when Jim was speaking. This was expanded to include all the times
that these tapes were played. Many people were really agitated by this
bombardment of noise all day long, with the resulting limitation on any
conversation between co-workers. I was fortunate to work out of the community
in the fields and gardens where the speakers didn’t reach.
The control was complete. Only Jim and a few “trusted” workers had any
outside communication or contact. Jim shunned any intervention or feedback from
any source. No one challenged him and although his control was less obvious, he
pulled the strings and manipulated the community completely.
The isolation of that communal life, in the middle of the rain forest
twenty-four hours by boat from Georgetown, was not the main reason for our
downfall. At the end, our leader was paranoid and egotistical. A few of his
secretaries and sexual partners were compromised and added to his delusions and
drug addiction. They got him the drugs he craved, and allowed a separate
lifestyle to engulf all of them. No one was strong enough to take Jim on in his
chosen setting. No one was interested in giving up the intimate relations with
a “charismatic leader,” and eventually the closest two were corrupted. But the
basic problem was that Jim had become increasingly out of touch from the
membership.
At the end of October 1978, I went into Georgetown to relieve another
“procurer” and stayed for the next three weeks. In early November 1978, the basketball team went into Georgetown, Guyana to
participate in a basketball championship.
On
November 15, 1978, Congressman Leo Ryan party arrived in Guyana, with media
representatives, and the Concerned Relatives. They came to the Peoples Temple
house in Lamaha Gardens while they were in Georgetown and waiting to fly into
Jonestown. About fifty Temple members were staying in the house at that time.
On
November 17, 1978, Ryan and his group flew to Port Kaituma, and, after final
negotiations with the Jonestown leadership, were allowed into the community.
On
the morning of November 18, members of Ryan’s group received requests from some
twenty-five residents who wanted to leave with the congressman. After a
torrential rainstorm, and an attack on Ryan in Jonestown, Ryan and his group
left for the Port Kaituma airstrip with about 16 disaffected members. They were
awaiting an additional plane from Georgetown, when a truck carrying Jonestown
residents arrived at the airstrip and began shooting. Congressman Ryan and four
others were killed, and a number of others were injured.
Back in Jonestown, more than 900 residents gathered in
the central pavilion, where Jones told them what had happened and exhorted them
to drink a cyanide-laced fruit punch. By the end of the day, 918 Americans in
Guyana were dead, including the five on the airstrip, and – acting upon orders
from Jonestown – a mother who killed herself and her three children in the
Temple’s residence in Georgetown. There
were only 87 survivors, the majority of whom were outside of Jonestown, mainly
people – like me – who were in Georgetown. Only seven people who awoke in
Jonestown that morning survived the deaths.
The
simplest way to visually grasp the effect of architecture on Peoples Temple is
to think of a funnel. The earliest stages of development, from about 1956 until
1970, are seen as the wide top of a funnel. The members were within a greater
community. From 1971 on, however, housing was significantly consolidated each
year. By the end, in November 1978, 1,000 people lived in a remote and isolated
community where all communication with the outside world was monitored.
Everything
was communal in the purest form for those members, and in fact, most of the
residents loved the lifestyle. The same isolation that allowed for this
community to develop and blossom also allowed Jim Jones’ insanity to run
rampant. The membership, now held in the constriction at the bottom of the
funnel, had nowhere to turn to seek help, or to even be aware of issues. Jim
had blocked every outlet, corrupted those close to him, and then conspired with
them to plan and carry out his mission to destroy Jonestown. Those of us
working hard around the development were not apprised of any of Jim’s more
abusive behavior. In fact, many of the secrets have only surfaced in the last
few years.
Communalism
flourished only to be misused, misdirected, and ultimately destroyed by an
insane leader. In the end, the survival of the community was dependent on the
one person who had inspired the members to break from their pasts and take a
chance. Too much power was put in Jim’s hands.
It
is impossible to speculate from here what the future might have held. What if
there had been a board which actively oversaw what was going on in Peoples
Temple? What if someone had kicked over the vat of poison? What if an
alternative group of leaders had emerged in Jonestown and taken control? What
if power hadn’t corrupted Jim Jones and some of those closest to him? What if
the government of Guyana had taken pending lawsuits against Jim more seriously?
What if the basketball team had been in Jonestown and had stopped Jim in his
plans, as the young men on the team say they would have done?
We can’t know what would have happened. We only know what did happen – that power corrupted Jim absolutely. That has significant meaning for other communal efforts. Early on, a movement or group must have a leadership transition plan in place. In many communities, the smooth transition – or lack of one – from one leader to the next has determined the continuity of the organization. There is a “cult of personality,” which we call “charisma” in Jim Jones’ case, which affects groups and their transitions. Often this interferes with the acknowledged practice. Jim had a vision and painted it for all of us. He never voiced any intention of sharing his legacy or his infamy. Whenever he devised his plan, possibly early on in the life of this group, he had made no transition plan. Or failure as members was that we never insisted on one. When the architectural design of a communal effort depends on one person’s infallibility, the whole movement is at risk. The demise of Jonestown occurred primarily because Jim set his community up away from questioning eyes, and then carefully controlled what went on there. The isolation that allowed us such a purity of communalism also robbed us of our perspective of the world at large. And, with a paranoid leader, and with – for the most part – oblivious workers and idealists in an inaccessible spot, our options were limited to the ones he allowed us. (Laura Johnston Kohl is a frequent contributor
to the jonestown report. Her other articles in this edition include Our Day To Reflect – November 18, Our Wonderful Photos – What Sweet Memories!, Coming Out Of The Peoples Temple Closet, Who Are the Victims of Peoples Temple?, Poison in Jonestown, Jonestown Survivor: An Insider’s Look, and Johnnie Mae Yates.
Her previous writings appear here. She can be reached at lkohl1920@hotmail.com.)
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