"Life became a series of odd events." That's how one of the inmates of Jim Jones' Jonestown, Guyana community described the group's descent into madness and mass suicide. Begun in 1974 as a utopia and sanctuary, the Peoples Temple Agricultural Project quickly evolved into a brutal work camp dictatorship ruled by indoctrination, torture, and rape. Eventually, on November 18th, 1978, the settlement extinguished itself, annulling 918 lives, thus almost fulfilling a prophecy ("I'll take a thousand with me") by its megalomaniacal leader, self-anointed Pastor Jim Jones. Julia Schneeres' A Thousand Lives reconstructs Jonestown through the experiences of the idealistic, troubled, and impoverished men and women who went to a remote forest in South America hoping for a paradise on earth. A well-researched book that reveals human stories behind a senseless tragedy.
A Thousand Lives: The Untold Story of Hope, Deception, and Survival at Jonestownby Julia Scheeres
In 1954, a pastor named Jim Jones opened a church in Indianapolis called Peoples Temple Full Gospel Church. He was a charismatic preacher with idealistic beliefs, and he quickly filled his pews with an audience eager to hear his sermons on social justice. As Jones’s behavior became erratic and his message more ominous, his followers leaned on each/b>
In 1954, a pastor named Jim Jones opened a church in Indianapolis called Peoples Temple Full Gospel Church. He was a charismatic preacher with idealistic beliefs, and he quickly filled his pews with an audience eager to hear his sermons on social justice. As Jones’s behavior became erratic and his message more ominous, his followers leaned on each other to recapture the sense of equality that had drawn them to his church. But even as the congregation thrived, Jones made it increasingly difficult for members to leave. By the time Jones moved his congregation to a remote jungle in Guyana and the US government began to investigate allegations of abuse and false imprisonment in Jonestown, it was too late.
A Thousand Lives is the story of Jonestown as it has never been told. New York Times bestselling author Julia Scheeres drew from tens of thousands of recently declassified FBI documents and audiotapes, as well as rare videos and interviews, to piece together an unprecedented and compelling history of the doomed camp, focusing on the people who lived there.
The people who built Jonestown wanted to forge a better life for themselves and their children. In South America, however, they found themselves trapped in Jonestown and cut off from the outside world as their leader goaded them toward committing “revolutionary suicide” and deprived them of food, sleep, and hope. Vividly written and impossible to forget, A Thousand Lives is a story of blind loyalty and daring escapes, of corrupted ideals and senseless, haunting loss.
While researching a novel set in a cult environment, Scheeres (Jesus Land) discovered the 50,000 pages of documents released by the FBI about the mass-murder suicide at Jonestown. She decided to change her project, and the result is this detailed, haunting account of the zealous young preacher from Indiana who convinced 1,000 people to move to a farm in Guyana and sacrifice their lives according to his vision. As Scheeres writes, Jim Jones "painted himself as modern Moses who would save his people...by leading them to the promised land of Jonestown." The book maintains some novelistic features, particularly excellent character development, as seen in the vividly described, though still elusive Jones. Jonestown residents like Tommy Bogue, a rebellious teenager frequently a victim of Jones' ire, and Edith Roller, passionate socialist and Jonestown chronicler, are among the good people caught up in Jones's twisted vision. Scheeres quotes heavily from the 45-minute recording Jones made while instructing his people to drink poison, and the final pages follow up with some of the survivors. Chilling and heart-wrenching, this is a brilliant testament to Jones's victims, so many of whom were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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The journey up the coastline was choppy, the shrimp trawler too far out to get a good look at the muddy shore. While other passengers rested fitfully in sleeping bags spread out on the deck or in the berths below, fifteen-year-old Tommy Bogue gripped the slick railing, bracing himself against the waves. He’d already puked twice, but was determined not to miss a beat of this adventure. The constellations soared overhead, clearer than he’d ever seen them. He wiped salt spray from his eyes with an impatient hand and squinted at the horizon. He was still boy enough to imagine a pirate galleon looming toward them, the Jolly Roger flapping in the Caribbean breeze.
This was his first sea journey. His first trip outside the United States. He squinted at South America as it blurred by, vague and mysterious, imagining the creatures that roamed there. A few years earlier, he’d devoured DC Comics’ Bomba, The Jungle Boy series, and now imagined himself the hero of his own drama.
The very name of his destination was exotic: Guyana. None of his school friends had ever heard of it, nor had he before his church established an agricultural mission there. After his pastor made the announcement, Tommy read and reread the Guyana entry in the Encyclopaedia Britannica until he could spout Guyanese trivia to anyone who showed the slightest interest in what the lanky, bushy-haired teen had to say. Aboard the Cudjoe, he ticked off this book knowledge to himself. Jaguars. Howler monkeys. One of the world’s largest snakes, the green anaconda, growing up to twenty feet long and reaching 350 pounds. The country was home to several of the world’s largest beasts: the giant anteater, the giant sea otter, the giant armadillo, the fifteen-foot black caiman. He knew a few things about the strangeness surrounding him, and those few things comforted him.
The plane ride from San Francisco to Georgetown had been another first for Tommy. He sat next to another teenager from his church, Vincent Lopez, and the two boys took turns gaping out the small convex window as they soared over the Sierra Nevada, the Great Plains, the farm belt—the entire breadth of America. The cement mass of New York City astounded him; skyscrapers bristled toward every horizon. At JFK International Airport, Pastor Jones, who was going down to visit the mission himself, kept a tight hand on the boys as he herded them toward their connecting flight.
Everything about Tommy Bogue was average—his height, his build, his grades—except for his penchant for trouble. His parents couldn’t control him. Neither could the church elders. He hated the long meetings the congregation was required to attend, and was always sneaking off to smoke weed or wander the tough streets of the Fillmore District. Ditching church became a game, one he was severely punished for, but which proved irresistible.
They’d only told him two days ago that he was being sent to the mission field. His head was still spinning with the quickness of it all. The counselors told him he should feel honored to be chosen, but he was wise to them. He overheard people talking about manual labor, separation from negative peers, isolation, culture shock: All these things were supposed to be good for him. He knew he was being sent away, but at least he’d get out of the never-ending meetings, and more important, he’d see his father, for the first time in two years.
His dad left for Guyana in 1974, one of the pioneers. He’d called home a few times over the mission’s ham radio, and in brief, static-filled reports, he sounded proud of what the settlers had accomplished: clearing the bush by hand, planting crops, building cottages. Tommy was eager to see it himself.
Finally, as the sun blazed hot and high overhead, the Cudjoe shifted into low gear and swung toward land. The other church members crowded Tommy as the boat nosed up a muddy river, the wake lifting the skirts of the mangroves as it passed. In the high canopy, color flashed: parrots, orchids, bromeliads.
The travelers slipped back in time, passing thatched huts stilted on the river banks and Amerindians, who eyed them warily from dug-out canoes. This was their territory. Late in the afternoon, the passengers arrived at a village named Port Kaituma and excitement rippled through them. The deck hands tied the Cudjoe to a pole in the water and Tommy helped unload cargo up the steep embankment. Pastor Jones, who’d spent most of the trip secluded in the deck house, welcomed them to the village as if he owned it. There wasn’t much to it beyond a few stalls selling produce and secondhand clothes. As he spoke, Tommy listened attentively along with the others; Guyana was a fresh start for him, and he planned to stay out of trouble. Jones told the small group that the locals were grateful for the church’s assistance—the mission’s farm would put food on their tables.
After a short delay, a tractor pulling a flatbed trailer motored up and the newcomers climbed aboard with their gear. The tractor slipped and lurched down the pitted road to the mission, and the passengers grabbed the high sides and joked as if they were on a hayride. All were in good spirits.
At some point, Tommy noticed the squalor: the collapsing shanties, the naked brown kids with weird sores and swollen bellies, the dead dogs rotting where they fell. The trenches of scummy water. The stench. The mosquitoes whining in his ears. The landscape didn’t jibe with the slide shows Pastor Jones had shown at church, which made Guyana look like a lush resort.
Tommy didn’t point out these aberrations, but turned to listen to Pastor Jones, who raised his voice above the tractor’s thrumming diesel engine. He was boasting, again, about how everything thrived at the mission. About the ice cream tree, whose fruit tasted like vanilla ice cream. About the protective aura surrounding the Church’s property: There was no sickness there, no malaria or typhoid, no snakes or jungle cats ventured onto it. Not one mishap whatsoever. The adults nodded and smiled as they listened. Tommy turned toward the jungle again. The bush was so dense he couldn’t see but a yard in before it fell away into darkness.
The tractor veered down a narrow road and passed through a tight stand of trees. The canopy rose two hundred feet above them. The light dimmed as they drove through this tree tunnel, as if they’d entered a candle-lit hallway and someone was blowing out the candles one by one. The air was so still it bordered on stagnant. Tommy glanced behind them at the receding brightness, then ahead, to where his father waited.
They drove into a large clearing. Here were a few rustic buildings, and beyond them, rows and rows of plants. A dozen or so settlers stood along the entry road, and the two groups shouted joyfully to each other. Tommy didn’t immediately see his dad. He was disappointed, but unsurprised; his old man was probably nose to the grindstone, as always. He lifted his duffle bag onto his shoulder and jumped onto the red earth, happy to have arrived, at long last, in Jonestown.
© 2011 Julia Scheeres
Meet the Author
Julia Scheeres is the author of New York Times bestselling memoir Jesus Land. She lives in Berkeley, California with her husband and two daughters and is a member of the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto.
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This book is excellent and it is my third book on Jonestown. It is clearly written and the index is a great help to find a person of interest or a topic of interest and to instantly be able to know the pages where to find it in the book. They include 12 pages of mini black and white photos. Other books I viewed are "Dear People- Remembering Jonestown" by Denice Stephenson and "Seductive Poison" by Deborah Layton which while also interesting were not as good as A Thousand Lives. I found a "Like New" copy at this site for just over $2 which was virtually untouched and new and with shipping and tax I spent a total of just over $6 to have it shipped to me, what value. This is a hardcover book with a colored book cover. The author of this book includes 41 pages of "NOTES", each just one or two lines in bold print to help pinpoint topics of interest and where exactly they can be found in the text. If you are looking for a book that summarizes what exactly went on without targeting one survivor such as the Deborah Layton book where she is the focus, I highly suggest you read A Thousand Lives. One other thing to note, if you crave any information on Jonestown, there is a wealth of information on the Internet, many under FBI files, including autopsies and a ton of info not used in any texts. The author of this book, Julia Scheeres, sorted out the content that is worthy reading and put it into some 310 easy to read pages.
This book definitely deserves 10 stars!! It is an absolute MUST-READ for anyone interested in this senseless tragedy!!! Jones had the audacity to label himself as God and a Reverend when all he was was a psychotic, paranoid, foul mouthed, perverted and controlling junkie!!! Sad that this was all found out when it was too late! Shocking that the government paid no attention to the defectors claims and amazing that no assassination attempts were made on his useless life...I only hope that he is burning in hell!!!
This book excellently paints a picture of what it was like to be a member of the Peoples Temple--from the allure of its claims of social and cultural equality and commitment to social justice, to the prison-like conditions created at Jonestown. The author steers away from referring to this movement as a cult, and focuses more on creating a story of how events led to the ultimate suicide, which by that point many people were forced to comply.
This book not only does an amazing job of laying out the life of a self-proclaimed prophet, it pans through a history of psychological torment for a congregation. This book is dark but it should be. If you want to learn of the fate of these believers and just how they led a man to death, it is well written, honest, and so incredibly intriguing. Must read for non-fiction history fans.
Though it reads like a well paced fiction with characters rounded out in such a way that we can all find ones we relate with, what is horrifying is to know that it is not fiction. It is well researched facts based on a sadly real event in history delivered in such a manner that we are forever moved by the reading experience.
Julia Scheeres has done it again. "A Thousand Lives" is a worthy successor to her remarkable memoir "Jesus Land." Using a sharp journalistic style with only an occasional personal opinion, she takes us on the journey that Jim Jones' followers went on, a journey that took them from an idealistic hope of a better world only to see their trust and devotion totally perverted and manipulated by a narcissistic madman. Scheeres shows us that Jones' followers were normal flesh-and-blood people with the best intentions who definitely did not anticipate their fates and many did openly resist. They were for the most part, simply duped. But most had been broken via brainwashing and betrayal by the time they drank or were forced to drink the Kool-Aid. This book is comparable in story, writing style, and quality to the magnificent "Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption" by Laura Hillenbrand. In both cases a large group of Americans were tortured and brainwashed by sadistic monsters, but the American soldiers in Japanese prison camps remained unbroken because they knew what to expect from their tormenters. The victims at Jonestown had been erroneously led to believe that their tormenter was a God-like healer who loved them. So they had nothing to fall back on when his monstrous behavior gradually took over their lives. By then you could trust only yourself, because if you "conspired" with another to resist or leave, you would likely be ratted on to your tormentor and subjected to more torturous treatment to break you physically and mentally. The American soldiers at least had each other to lean on for assurance and assistance. Still the question lingers why did so many seemingly intelligent people become avid accomplices of the madman's mass-murder plans, enabling him to end a thousand lives. Scheeres leaves it to the readers to draw their own conclusions on the "why" questions and she gives us ample information with which to work. Julia Scheeres has created a great work on how madness and manipulation by one person can eventually spread and take over a society.
I wasn't alive when Jonestown happened but I knew about it before I read this book. What I didn't understand before I read this book is how so many people could follow this crazy man because he seemed outwardly crazy. I just couldn't understand. Scheeres is a master in showing how much Jim Jones manipulated and almost brain washed his followers. I didn't realize that Jones started his church out of a fight for civil rights. He believed that churches needed to end segregation and give all of their attendees equal treatment. Jones eventually started his own church based on social equality and socialism. To many of his followers, he seemed to be on the right path. On a road paved with good intentions there were also speed bumps, potholes, and sinkholes. Jones promised that he could provide that equality that his followers wanted and that he could promise them eternal salvation. For those who believe him, they believe that he's their key to a better life. After moving his entire church from the midwest to one of the poorest areas in California, he is able to gain more of the trust of his people. It's scary how much power Jones had over the people. Scheeres goes through some of the stories of the different people that followed Jones to Jonestown. They all had their want of a better life and they trusted Jones to make it happen. By telling the story of Jonestown through the stories of the people, Scheeres pulls you in quickly and doesn't let you go. I felt bad for the followers. Some of them didn't realize how in over their heads they were until the very end.