35 years later, remains of Jonestown victims found
Source: Associated Press
Aug 8, 5:05 AM EDT
35 years later, remains of Jonestown victims found
By RANDALL CHASE
Associated Press
DOVER, Del. (AP) -- Thirty-five years ago, funeral directors in Delaware struggled to quickly bury and cremate the remains of more than 900 people who died in a suicide-murder in Jonestown, Guyana, many of them Peoples Temple followers who drank cyanide-laced punch.
Some bodies that arrived back in the U.S. at Dover Air Force Base in 1978 were claimed by families. Some were cremated. Others were buried in a mass grave in California.
On Thursday, officials revealed that not all had been brought to a final resting place. The cremated remains of nine Jonestown victims were discovered in a decrepit, now-shuttered funeral home in Dover, officials said. The discovery reopened wounds.
"All the survivors in touch with me are traumatized because that door had been closed," said Jonestown survivor Laura Johnston Kohl, now a retired teacher from San Diego.
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Judi Lynn
(160,516 posts)Jonestown cult murder-suicide victims found in Delaware funeral home
Nine cremated remains of a 1978 murder-suicide in Guyana have been identified by authorities searching Dover location
Associated Press in Dover
theguardian.com, Thursday 7 August 2014 14.46 EDT
The cremated remains of nine victims of a 1978 mass cult murder-suicide in Jonestown, Guyana, have turned up in a former funeral home in Delaware, officials said Thursday.
The state Division of Forensic Science has taken possession of the remains, discovered at the former Minus Funeral Home in Dover, and is working to make identifications and notify relatives, the agency and Dover police said in a statement.
The division last week responded to a request to check the former funeral home after 38 containers of remains were discovered inside. Thirty-three containers were marked and identified. They spanned a period from about 1970 to the 1990s and included the Jonestown remains.
Bodies of the massacre victims were brought after the deaths to Dover Air Force Base, home to the US militarys largest mortuary.
More:
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/aug/07/jonestown-cult-bodies-delaware-funeral-home-murder
Rhinodawg
(2,219 posts)weird
rgbecker
(4,826 posts)I was told a classmate of mine was there teaching and I never was able to confirm it.
murielm99
(30,733 posts)I lost a friend there, a college classmate. Her name was Barb Hoyer.
I cannot stand the expression "drinking the kool-aid."
rgbecker
(4,826 posts)Barb Hoyer was the younger sister of my classmate Chris, at Lutheran High in St. Louis. I wish I could understand the story better.
Thanks for the link, I'm looking forward to learning more.
murielm99
(30,733 posts)with some degree of sensitivity and regard for Barb and the memory of all the others who died and who survived, but remain marked by the People's Temple and the massacre.
Barb and I were thirty at the time of the deaths.
We were products of our times, Barb perhaps more than me.
We both graduated from Valparaiso University. Her father was a big deal in the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod. There was a memorial service for her and all the victims at the chapel there.
Barb was a very Christian person. But she was also a hippie chick, like so many of us. I don't think she cared about drugs, but she may have tried them, like many people then. But she cared deeply about other people, and wanted to serve, using her faith as a vehicle, as much as possible. She trained as a social worker, and left Indiana to go West with the People's Temple as a kindergarden teacher.
She cared very much about civil rights. There were many black people in The Peoples Temple. They were truly treated as equals. (It has been studied as an historic part of black theology, as well as cult psychology). Barb cried tears of joy when the Vietnam War ended. She did not like it when anyone was dehumanized, including Nixon and the Chicago cops. She disliked name calling.
I learned early on that she was hooked on that church. But you have to remember that it started out as part of a small, but mainstream Christian denomination, Disciples of Christ. I did learn later that Jones tried to become a Methodist minister, and the United Methodists turned him down because he did not pass their psychological tests.
Barb fell in love with Jim Jones and developed a sexual relationship with him. But so did many other men and women in the church. He controlled people through sex. I tell myself that I would never have fallen for it. To be somewhat facetious, there were Elvis people and Beatles people back then. I was a Beatles person. Jones even tried to look like Elvis, and I thought he was pretentious. Actually, it was more than pretension. He said, "I come with the black hair of a raven. I come as God Socialist!"
Beware of any mortal who says he is God.
Jones isolated the people who revered him, under very primitive conditions. He frightened them and made them paranoid. He controlled every aspect of their lives, from diet, living conditions, family arrangements and sexual needs. He made them practice drills for mass suicide, getting them used to the idea that the time would come for it.
Since the People's Temple massacre, I have tried to learn about cults. I understand why Barb would be swayed by this man, for all the good reasons, not just the bad ones.
Someone called the members of the People's Temple who died the "loose change of the sixties." This is so callous. We need to try to understand why people fall for people like Jim Jones, and people like Hitler.
I think the best book on the topic is Tim Reiterman's "Raven: The Untold Story of the Rev. Jim Jones and His People." I got it from the library. As of last year, it is still in print. But there are newer studies, and books by survivors that may be valuable.
I do not mean to disrespect the memories of any of those people. Even Jones deserves a serious examination, which is hard to do without becoming judgmental.
p.m. me if I forgot anything.