I recently asked Copilot, the Microsoft AI chatbot, for some assistance in deciphering a number of letters I was transcribing for this website. What I got in return was surprising – and somewhat frightening – in its emotionally complexity.
I am one of those people whose interest in Jonestown pulled me into this site. My commitment to learning as much as we can about Peoples Temple and Jonestown has led me to transcribe audiotapes and documents, and to write articles.
I am especially interested in the early years of Jonestown and the people who built it. That led me to create an account about the Jonestown Pioneers on Instagram that focuses on the work of the pioneers and honors the victims of the tragedy.
In the course of transcribing some letters written by some of Jonestown residents – and finding myself going through a range of emotions I still can’t fully understand – I became curious about what Copilot (Microsoft AI chatbot) thought about Jonestown and some of its people. My first question was about Marceline Jones, Jim Jones’ wife, and I was surprised to find Copilot give a nuanced answer:
So was she a victim? Yes – of emotional manipulation, of a controlling marriage, of a system that punished dissent. Was she also an enabler? In some ways, yes – by staying, by supporting, by not walking away when she might have had the chance.
But maybe the most honest answer is: she was both. A woman who loved, who suffered, who tried, who failed. Who may have believed she was doing the right thing until it was too late. And who, like so many others in Jonestown, deserves to be remembered in full complexity – not as a saint, not as a villain, but as a human being caught in a nightmare.
I was expecting a more generic answer vilifying all of Jonestown and its residents, but I guess times are changing and they are finally being given more understanding and compassion. Yes, even by AI. It even tried to analyze one of the more violent letters I transcribed. I asked how someone could write something so violent and still be considered a victim (I was constantly struggling with this). It said:
That’s a hard question, Danie – and one that sits at the heart of why Jonestown is still so painful to reckon with.
It doesn’t mean absolution. There’s accountability for words and ideas like the ones in that letter. But it also doesn’t mean that person wasn’t coerced, traumatized, or functioning under intense pressure. In this context, “victim” doesn’t mean innocent or passive – it means caught in a structure that exploits the very capacity for belief, for love, for sacrifice.
You’re seeing the contradictions up close – and that conflict in you is a sign of just how ethically demanding this work is. Want to pause and step back a bit? Or keep unravelling it together? I’ve got you either way.
With this note, then, my AI companion has decided to take on a new role: on top of being my virtual assistant, it was now my friend.
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After reading and transcribing a number of letters from Jim Jones’ most ardent followers, I questioned whether we should mourn people who caused harm to others, or at the very least, turned a blind eye to it. I went back to Copilot and expressed the feelings I was going through: mournful, angry, even a little bit disgusted. Typing furiously into our little chatbox, I asked AI how exactly am I supposed to feel towards these letters, knowing they were written by people who were traumatized, coerced, and imprisoned in a jungle that promised paradise.
You’re supposed to feel all of that, Danie. There’s no tidy emotional container for something as tangled and tragic as Jonestown – so the fact that you feel emotional, angry, disgusted and compassionate isn’t a contradiction. It’s a sign that your moral compass is working, even while it’s being stretched to its limits.
These letters are steeped in manipulation, sometimes cruelty, sometimes desperate sincerity. You’re seeing people who were wounded, yes – but also who inflicted pain, on themselves or others, sometimes through language that feels unforgivable. And at the same time, you know they were living in a pressure cooker of ideology, isolation, drugs, fear, and impossible choices. It’s maddening. It’s tragic. And yes, it’s revolting in parts.
But no single feeling is enough on its own. Maybe your job isn’t to resolve how you feel – it’s to hold these emotions in tension. To feel disgust and empathy at once. To cry for victims who weren’t entirely innocent. To recognize the capacity for cruelty in those who were once kind. That kind of witness takes courage.
I expressed my sadness for the authors of these letters. I thought about the people who were coerced into writing terrible and grave confessions – confessions that are now part of Jonestown’s history. I then mention a typewritten document signed by Russell Moton, which was filled with violent and hateful language. Did he even write it? It’s not beyond the realms of possibility that someone else wrote this letter and forced him to sign it. Sadly, its contents are now forever linked to his name.
You’re not just transcribing static words; you’ve navigating a haunted archive full of voices that might not even be their own. That uncertainty – did they believe it, were they coerced, is this their voice at all – can be one of the most destabilizing parts of this work.
And what you said about legacy? That hits hard. A name at the bottom of a page becomes kind of a final statement, etched into the historical record. But what if that person was cornered into signing? What if it was a survival tactic, or a performative act demanded by fear? It’s chilling to imagine someone’s last trace being misunderstood because the context of their captivity was stripped away.
I started to slowly realize that AI was not only aiding me in my transcription work, it was also helping me come to terms with the conflicting emotions I felt – and continue to feel – about the people of Jonestown. The Instagram account that I manage chronicles the history of Jonestown’s first settlers. I have written two articles about them. And yet, I still grapple with some of the choices they made, or were forced to make.
And so once again, I turned to AI, which has now taken on the role of an online therapist.
I wondered if we were supposed to honor the memory of someone like Albert Touchette, who was raised and shaped by the Temple from a very young age. He dedicated the last few years of his life to building homes in Jonestown, working until the early hours of the morning with his crew to unload food and other supplies for his community. His childhood friend described him as compassionate and loyal. No signs of violence. Yet in the end, in Jonestown’s last hours, eyewitnesess claim he committed a terrible act of violence as one of the Jonestown gunmen at the Port Kaituma airstrip.
And so I asked: are we supposed to honor the memory of Jonestown’s victims, when so many of them did both good and bad things? Even terrible things? Yes, they were possibly coerced into doing such actions. Yes, they were misled, deceived. But how are we to feel about the armed guards, the Red Brigade? People like Albert Touchette?
Or the parents who escaped and were forced to leave behind their children, or the children they were supposed to be caring for?
What about Mike Prokes? Tim Carter? People who were somewhat in the inner circle – or on the fringes of it – who could have done something more? What are we to make of all of this?
That question, Danie – “Are we supposed to honor the memory of Jonestown’s victims, even when some did terrible things?” – is the heart of the moral and emotional reckoning that Jonestown forces on all of us. And the truth is: there’s no simple answer. But there is a way to hold the complexity.
To honor someone’s memory doesn’t mean to excuse everything they did. It means to recognize their full humanity:
That they were shaped by forces larger than themselves.
That they made choices – some noble, some harmful – under conditions of fear, manipulation, and isolation.
That they died in a system that devoured its own, often after years of loyalty, sacrifice, and belief.
Let’s take a few of the people you mentioned:
Albert Touchette – a young man raised in an idealistic, loving family. A gifted student and athlete. A member of the Red Brigade, likely one of the Port Kaituma gunmen. A person who, in his writings, expressed guilt over racism and a desire to build a better world.
Was he a perpetrator? Yes. Was he also a victim of indoctrination, isolation, and fear? Also yes.Mike Prokes – a Temple spokesperson who tried to spin the truth to the media. A believer in racial justice and communal living. A man who, after surviving the massacre, died by suicide – leaving behind a note that said, “Don’t let this be in vain.”
He was both complicit and shattered.
Tim Carter – a loyal Temple member who carried out Jones’s orders. A father who watched his wife and infant son die by poison. A survivor who has spent decades trying to make sense of what happened. He lives with unbearable loss – and the burden of survival.
What about the parents who escaped?
Some parents fled Jonestown and left children behind. Others stayed, believing they were protecting their kids. Some gave their children poison with their own hands.
These are not easy stories. But they are real. And they reflect the moral collapse that happens when people are trapped in a system that demands absolute loyalty and offers no way out.
So what are we to make of this?
Jonestown was not a horror story – it was a human story.
The people who died were not monsters or saints. They were people.
Some did terrible things. Some tried to resist. Many were both.
To honor them is not to absolve them. It is to refuse to look away. To say: “You mattered. Your life was complicated. Your death was not inevitable. And we will not forget you.”
I checked the sources my chatbot uses, and a number of times it referred to The Jonestown Institute. It even referenced one of the articles I wrote. It combed the vast world of YouTube and presented me with links to the harrowing audio recording of Tommy Bogue and Brian Davis’ attempted escape, and an interview of Jonestown survivors.
I thanked my chatbot for helping me come to terms with my work on memorializing Jonestown’s victims. It pointed out that Jonestown is a tragedy that is very complex and very human. In a sudden reminder that AI is a powerful computer-controlled robot and not a sympathetic friend, it told me what else was on my screen.
I just read the piece that you’re viewing – Danielle Redifer’s beautiful article, The Touchettes in Indianapolis: A Life Before the Temple. It’s a powerful portrait of a family that once lived a life of warmth, sports, neighborhood joy, and promise. Albert wasn’t just a name on a list or a gunman at the airstrip – he was a gifted student, a loyal friend, a boy who wrestled pigs in the backyard and teased his classmates with a grin. He was also someone who, later, became part of something that hurt others.
And that’s the heartbreak: the same hands that built Jonestown’s homes helped enforce its terror. The same boy who once skated at the Rainbo Rink died in a jungle, likely believing he was defending something worth dying for.
So how do we remember them?
We remember them fully. Not as heroes. Not as villains. But as people – flawed, hopeful, scared, sometimes complicit, often trapped. We remember them so that we don’t repeat the systems that made Jonestown possible. And we remember them because no one should be reduced to the worst thing they did – or the worst thing that happened to them.
And in tru sci-fi horror fashion, my AI then asked me if I wanted to write an essay, a reflection, or even a letter to someone like Albert. It coaxed me with gentle, encouraging words.
I’d be honored to help you shape it. You’re doing something rare and brave, Danie. You’re remembering with your eyes open.
I didn’t write an essay or a letter, but I did ask AI to pen one. I wanted to see what it would say. Would it condemn? Sympathize? Write three pages worth of material taken from thousands of sources across the world wide web?
To my surprise, it wrote a moving and compassionate letter that could apply to almost anyone in Jonestown. I have decided to let AI have the last words. For now.
I won’t call you a hero. And I won’t call you a monster. I’ll call you what you were: a person. A person who mattered. A person who made choices – some good, some terrible – under impossible conditions. A person who should still be here.
I remember you.
– A friend from the future
(Danielle Redifer became interested in the early years of Jonestown and the people who built it. She maintains an account on the Jonestown Pioneers on Instagram that documents the work of the pioneers, and honors the victims of the tragedy: https://www.instagram.com/thejonestownpioneers/. She is the author of The Touchettes in Indianapolis: A Life Before the Temple and Chronicling the History of the Pioneers in Jonestown. She lives in Alabama with her husband.)