We need to talk about…

Linking up with The Lounge today for their “Rants & Raves” week over at Robomum.


An open letter to the parents of the two young men

who knocked on my door a few weeks ago…

Dear Parents,

A few weeks ago your sons knocked on my door, and despite my best efforts I have not been able to get this seemingly unremarkable event out of my head.

It has plagued me to such an extent that I have been compelled to write this letter to you, in the hope that by doing so I may able to end the recurring episodes of rage that I experience every time I remember it.

They arrived on a Sunday just before lunch.

Their tentative knock was answered by my eldest son Jack, closely followed by Oscar and Max. The first I know of their arrival is when the three of them come barrelling down the hallway yodelling “MUUUUUUMMMM. There’s some people at the doooooorrrr for you!”

Grudgingly I extricate myself from the depths of the bathroom I was cleaning, and drag myself down the hallway, swatting boys out from under my feet as I go.

I don’t have my glasses on, and from this distance I can’t quite make out who these visitors might be.

Dishevelled, sweaty and squinting unattractively I arrive at our front door and try to rearrange my features into an expression of pleasant welcome. Now that I’m closer I can see there are two young men on my doorstep.

And then I freeze when I notice:

The white collared shirts.
The cheap looking black ties.
The little black name badges.
The smallish black book each them are clutching.

Mormons. Awesome.

“Hi… we’re from the church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints and we were just wondering if we could… uhhm… talk to you about Jesus?”

Irritation flares inside me and scathing words form on my tongue.

The arrogance of these religions that feel that they have the right to try and force their world view down anyone’s throat. The audacity to think that they can intrude on my family and I in our own home.

But before I speak I take a second look at the two of them. I notice them both shift slightly as if to steel themselves for my response

“Young men” was really overstating the case.

These two are kids – there’s not a chance either of them is over 18. One of them has bum-fluff and the other hasn’t even got that far yet.

The harsh words turn to ashes in my mouth.

“No, thank you but… we’re not really… look no, I don’t think so. Sorry.”

Pity does not make me eloquent but it does lighten the situation. Despite the adult costumes they are wearing their teenage minds relish my obvious adult discomfort, but they are gracious about it.

“That’s ok,” they say, sounding slightly relived.

Then remembering their mission, the slightly older one with the bum fluff rallies and has the presence of mind to ask…

“Would you like us to leave you with a copy of the Book of Mormon? Maybe you might like to take a look at it later?”

“Actually I already have one,” I say. They look surprised – clearly I have the look of the unbeliever about me!

Drop one letter for a more accurate description ;)

Drop one letter for a more accurate description πŸ˜‰

And so we get chatting.

I tell them how I came to have my copy of the book.

(to wit: some similar missionaries had door-knocked the unit I was living in as a 19 year old student in 1996. I answered the door a bit stoned and let them talk to me for about 20 minutes before they realised I was not a good prospect for conversion. Asking them if they wanted a beer was probably the clincher)

I ask them how long they’ve been out door-knocking so far. They tell me they’ve been out since 8.30am and they’ll stay out until 1.00pm. After that they’ve got church from 1.30pm that will go most of the afternoon.

We all say our goodbyes and I watch them walk down the stairs and off down the road. Off to trudge the streets and talk to strangers for another hour and a half until it was time to go to church. Doing their best. Trying their hardest.

Those boys. They broke my heart.

And although I’ve tried, I cannot get them out of my head because every time I think about them I experience such piercing rage that it actually makes me stop what I’m doing.

So as the parents of these fine young men I’m sure you’re keen to know WHY I’m so angry.

And before you puff yourself up with righteous indignation and sanctimonious swagger it’s NOT your religion that bothers me per se. Even though it does seem MIGHTY convenient that America actually had it’s own a visit from JC back in the day.

Yep the Book of Mormon states clearly that Jesus Christ came to the Americas 2,000 years ago shortly after performing his own version of “The Walking Dead” back in old Jerusalem town.

How he managed this despite the tyranny of distance, the dearth of technology, and the lack of low-cost air carriers such as Jetstar is not clear, or at least not clear to me.

But I digress.

So no, that’s not what’s bothering me. What IS bothering me, what is really, really fucking bothering me is this…

In this life there are many things that we will not be able to protect our children from. Despite all our efforts they will inevitably get hurt, experience pain (both physical and emotional) and possibly even face real danger. And although we would do ANYTHING to take their place and shield them from these things we won’t be able to.

But I believe that where we can protect them from being hurt or spare them from pain, we should. And although there are things that are beyond our control, we should do everything in our power to ensure that those things we can control do not harm the precious lives that have been entrusted to us.

So my problem is that by sending your children out into the streets to force your religion into the homes of people who have not asked for it is…

You have knowingly and deliberately sent your children into danger.

You don’t know who’s behind any of those doors they so innocently knock on. You don’t know what awful things they could be exposed to. You don’t know whether behind the nice white picket fence lives a piece of human slime.


You have sent your children into humiliation.

To be laughed at and insulted and made fun of. To be belittled and rejected and made to feel like shit. What effect do you think that has on their self-esteem and emotional development?


But worst of all you sent children to do an adults work.

Oh I’m sure there’s something in that little black book that allows you to brainwash them into thinking that they need to do this to please their heavenly Father.

But make no mistake – the people they are really trying to please are you, their parents. They want your approval and to live up to your expectations. And you are ABUSING this fundamental trust.


*pause to regain composure*

So in conclusion I hope those nice young men you’ve brought into this world stay safe and have the chance to grow into the good men they have the potential to become. I hope they experience all the joy and beauty that this world has to offer.

But as for you? You can go fuck yourselves.

Yours Sincerely,

Citizen R

23 comments on “We need to talk about…

  1. Katyberry says:

    The thing that always strikes me about those poor boys going door knocking is that there doesn’t seem to be much room for rejoicing and living in the world their God made for them. No playing in the sunshine, no surfing the ocean waves, no colour FFS!
    I don’t know that this is all Mormans, I know one lady of that faith who very much enjoys life and all the beautiful things around us, but when I see boys and children dressed in their shirts and ties spending all day preaching (or seeking to preach) to those who won’t be converted it makes me sad.

  2. Me says:

    I totally agree with you – well said !!!!
    I would no more have sent K out door knocking for anything than fly to the moon – it’s just wrong. When they are adults and they make the decision to do that – fine, but they are kids – let them be kids.
    Have the best day and remember that you can only look after those close to you and hope that everyone else does the same !
    Love, hugs and positive energy !

  3. Lydia C. lee says:

    It’s an interesting part of that religion – they’re sent away, far from home and all they know, have to team up and live with a complete stranger, in a foreign country. So weird. We get a lot of religious door knockers, not just Mormons. I’m always polite because it must be sucky. Yet they all seem quite happy…so I figure it’s their thing. Tho there much be quite a collective sign of relief when their year is up…

  4. Not sure whether you we’re trying to be funny but I certainly found it so! πŸ™‚

  5. mumabulous says:

    There’s a hell of a rebellion a brewing in that situation. Just wait until those boys get their first sip of beer and “see the light”.

  6. Kate says:

    Hear. Hear. Kind of sad for the boys.

    I, mistakenly, was polite to a door knocker, and she then came every week! Finally I had to hide and pretend I was not home. She still came. Then I had to explain that I really wasn’t interested at all in hearing all about Jesus from her. ‘But why?’. Oh dear… never again.

  7. That’s a rant if I ever heard one… I hate religious door knockers, at my own door, I mean.

  8. Tegan says:

    My next door neighbour is a Mormon. She death stared be every time I dare to be outside my house at the same time as her. One of the people who regularly visits her house sits at one of the major bus stops here to preach to people. Funnily enough they always steer clear of me. I have gotten my fuck off stare down pat.

  9. Stuart P says:

    Came across this recently;
    Religion is like a penis.
    It’s okay to have one.
    It’s okay to be proud of it, however…
    1) Do not pull it out in public.
    2) Do not push it on children.
    3) Do not write laws with it.
    4) Do not think with it.
    The only thing I might add is;
    5) If you need it to justify abusing women and children you probably deserve to have it cut off with a rusty knife.

  10. Rory Mouttet says:

    These lot are terrible. They also tell eachother that they are prophets after a while. True story.

  11. Here here, well said – and I couldn’t agree more. Those poor boys 😦 I feel sad when young kids are sent door knocking for religion. GREAT RANT Rach – one of your best posts ever. And I can relate to not wanting to open door and having three kids to walk over to get to front door. Love your work – Em xx

  12. Lani says:

    Sorry to play devil’s advocate but maybe those boys are okay about what they do. Sure, it sounds boring as hell (no pun intended) to me but who knows what lies behind their motivation. Maybe they have bullying, righteous parents, or maybe they’re escaping a crappy home life, or maybe they found JC and he makes sense to them right now.

  13. Sarah Mac says:

    I’d actually never thought of it from that view point before … Hmmm, you got me thinking now ….

  14. Kim says:

    YES YES YES. I’m ABSOLUTELY about giving my kids enough education about everything to grow up to make their own choices, so if they want to know about Christianity, Buddhism, aetheism, HELL, I’ll help them learn. Because they have BRAINS that they own. THese poor boys? Never stood a chance of developing independent minds. And that’s my end of the rant, though it’s not even yours. Yours, the safety and the loss of dignity and the childhood they don’t have – just makes me SO VERY EXTREMELY sad for them. I wonder if they look on with longing at kids their age? Or if the indoctrination is absolute? I kind of wish I could ask them.

  15. Clair says:

    Last Christmas, the JWs sent children under 10 to door knock on my street. I’m under no illusion that it’s to try and get me to engage (because who can be rude or turn away little kids?) but all I wanted to do was strangle the parent who was standing at the end of my driveway. I ended up just saying “no thank you” and closing the door, but what I wanted to yell was to let the kids be kids!

  16. Lisa says:

    LOOOOOVE this post! I actually keep a copy of The Satanic Bible (don’t ask) in the bookcase next to my front door, when any religious visitor asks me about the Bible, I pull it out and say ‘I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine…” – nobody has taken me up on that offer yet, even though I HAVE read the Bible and Book of Mormon.

  17. Wendy Parks says:

    Such an interesting point of view – I’ve not considered it from that perspective before.
    Just as dangerous really as those parents in my street that allow their children to knock on my door expecting a treat at halloween…

  18. I totally agree that this is the work of an adult, not for children. I just hate it when I see them trailing around the streets with a few sprogs in tow. Ugh. I mean believe what you want, but leave me the heck alone.

  19. To add to Stuart P’s post. – It’s also NOT ok to try and shove it down my throat .
    And Lisa’s – I use ” The God Delusion” by Richard Dawkins for the same purpose πŸ˜‰

  20. Oh and, great post as usual, Rach.

  21. Marti says:

    Well said! On a weekend especially, I’m always sad to see that they’re not spending time with their family or hanging out with mates (aside from the fact that they are pushing an adult’s agenda). I’m not criticising their faith, but at least at church they can socialise! I’m sure a lot of people’s comments to them, while knocking on random doors, would’ve been a lot less tolerant than yours.

  22. The next time I get door knocked this post will serve as a reminder to be nice and polite to the poor boys but also to be hating their parents in my head. You rant and write very well.

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