Thursday, March 8, 2012
by rebecca rosen lum, j. correspondent
At an age when some Oakland girls are preparing for their bat mitzvahs, others are being forced by child traffickers to have sex with strangers.
“This is the grave of my son, Andrew Isaac McCormick,” says his father, Alex. “None of us … knew him.”
The play – opening off-Broadway in New York City this summer – takes on the divide between Mormon family loyalty and the faith’s belief that homosexuality offends God.
David Berg was a small-time circuit preacher whose flocks ran thin until the late 1960s, when the sexual revolution and the Jesus movement bloomed at once.
He wove the two into a double helix, drawing from the remnants of hippie life – people with nothing to lose, nowhere to go, and no Christian background to serve as a compass while in the thrall of a man who purported to live by Scripture.
By Rebecca Rosen Lum
In black high-tops, Crocs, hoodies and jeans, they looked much like the hipsters who wait in line Sunday mornings for a table at Boogaloo’s a few blocks away on Valencia Street.
When Richard Golden put the word out that he was starting a group for atheists in suburban Walnut Creek, about a dozen people showed up.
Two years later, 80 are dues-paying members and several more drop in on twice-monthly meetings to chew on everything from particle physics to court cases.