Tramp the Dirt Down: Burying Mormonism

I wrote yesterday about the loss of community that a person experiences when he or she leaves the LDS church. But the loss is much greater than that. Mormonism isn’t just a religion or a community; it is reality. By that I mean that when one is immersed in Mormonism, it explains everything about how the universe operates, so one sees the universe always through a Mormon interpretation. That may seem like an overstatement, and maybe it is for some people, but it wasn’t for me.

I once heard literary theorist Terry Eagleton complain that Margaret Thatcher’s government was trying to make certain thoughts “unthinkable.” I asked him after the lecture if that wasn’t the goal of most ideological systems, including his own Marxism. He said that I was probably right, but that it depended on what you were trying to render unthinkable. For me, and I suspect many others, the unthinkable thought was that Mormonism might not be true, after all. Mormonism was reality for me. If it wasn’t true, then nothing was real, at least not in the way I had structured my life.

When people recognize that they don’t believe anymore, the superstructure of reality around which they have based their lives collapses. They don’t know what is real, and they don’t know who they are. This is, needless to say, an incredibly humbling experience to admit that they don’t know what they thought they knew. But they’re not doing this alone; they’re still in the same world, with the same people, but they have no anchors.

It’s at this stage that a lot of people feel hurt and angry, both because they feel they’ve swallowed a big lie, but also because it’s next to impossible to explain how they’re feeling and why to their Mormon family and friends, who simply don’t understand the hurt or the anger. I’m reminded of a CD that I have had for many years. In one song, “Tramp the Dirt Down,” Elvis Costello sings about his visceral hatred for Margaret Thatcher “I’d like to live long enough to savour, that when they finally put you in the ground I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down.”

That song always mystified me because I couldn’t imagine being that angry towards another person, particularly one whom I didn’t know. But then I happened to hear it during those awful days of hurt and anger after my loss of faith, and some things resonated with me. One particular verse struck me:

Just like a schoolboy, whose head’s like a tin can
filled up with dreams then poured down the drain

That’s how many feel when they lose the church and the gospel. The dreams and goals and hopes of a life (mortal and eternal) within Mormonism are gone, poured down the drain. A friend told her husband that she was angry at him for “finding out the truth,” as it had changed everything in their lives: their dreams, their goals, their family, their marriage. It’s a devastating loss, no matter how loath some are to acknowledge that loss.

Reactions to one’s apostasy are pretty predictable. As some have said here, most Mormons believe there is no valid reason for leaving the church, and by extension, there’s no valid reason for feeling hurt or loss or anger. And oddly enough, few people actually try to help the wayward soul regain his or her spiritual footing. When I went through this experience, the only person who really reached out to help me resolve my issues was Dan Peterson, and I appreciate that; unfortunately, by the time he offered I was too far into the anger stage. Maybe now that I’m out of that stage it would be a good time to talk.

But it’s natural that people who are hurting and angry and looking for support and, yes, validation, gravitate toward other people in the same situation who are often angry and hurt, too. And it’s natural to feel that anger after a loss; it’s part of the grieving process. But, like all stages of the grieving process, it must pass for people to heal. It does no one any good to wallow in anger. As I said yesterday, it’s never healthy to define yourself by what you are not. It’s important to be a person, not just an “ex-Mormon.” But it’s also not fair to hold up the angry and hurting as exemplifying the sum total of people’s experience after leaving the church. Most people move on, eventually, and even on the most virulent cesspools of hatred, most people post for a month or two, get over the anger, and move on with their lives.

So, no, this is not an attempt to justify anger. Anger is not a positive energy, contrary to John Lydon. It is what it is, and it is understandable. And if we understand why people are hurt and angry, we might actually be able to help them. As a commenter mentioned, there is a lot of compassion and kindness around, and it’s not totally absent from any community.

In the end, you have to move on and walk away. I would imagine that Elvis Costello isn’t still seething with hatred for Margaret Thatcher 23 years later, and I doubt very much that he’ll visit her grave when she dies, much less tramp the dirt down. It takes some time, but you eventually walk away. You don’t forget what you’ve experienced, but you don’t stew in it. It would be nice to say as Elvis did,

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I’ll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep

Let someone else tramp the dirt down.


8 Responses to Tramp the Dirt Down: Burying Mormonism

  1. jr says:

    Runtu, that was great. You expressed so many of my feelings. When I inform my wife of my loss of faith, I’m going to have her read that to help her understand a bit of what I’ve been going through.

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  3. jesse says:

    Great post, excellent writing as always. I’ve got you on Google Reader. I sort of skipped the anger part of it – maybe it’s just delayed and waiting to burst out. What I felt principally was relief and joy to be out and know the truth.

    But my true motivation for commenting is your “Rise” reference. It’s a catchy song, to those of us who are used to that era and genre, but the lyrics are entirely depressing – except the chorus, which is from the Irish saying, “May the road rise (up) to meet you.” So I’m not convinced that the energy Lydon refers to is positive. Maybe he’s warning that his destructive energy will be released. Maybe the “anger is an energy” mantra is intended to contrast with the friendly “may the road rise with you,” the way wrong, right and black, white, etc. are contrasted in the bridge.

    Also, I don’t really know what the modified phrase “may the road rise with you” means. Is it intended to be equivalent to the original saying? Given the rest of the lyrics, I wouldn’t be surprised if it is intended to be more sinister somehow.

  4. Madam Curie says:

    That was a beautiful post, and one that I desperately needed to read today. Thank you.

    – MC

  5. GBSmith says:

    I had never had the spiritual experiences you had or felt that much spiritual connection to the church so the loss for me wasn’t as wrenching. What has been difficult is to not believe in something that people that I respect the most do. Wondering why they do and I don’t or can’t when we’ve both read the same things and dealt with the same troublesome issues has something that I still don’t understand. I passed through a discontented stage and now have settled into a mode where I participate where and how I can.

    Just an observation but considering the thoughts you’ve expressed in this and the last post maybe it’s time to talk to Dan again.

  6. K*tty says:

    A huge big AMEN!!!!!

  7. aerin says:

    After this post, I listened to this song – I’ve heard it before but never really understood the lyrics. Thanks for posting.

  8. aerin says:

    I thought about this post today! Thanks for writing it.

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