I should know better than to pick a book totally on impulse. It seldom works. Lord knows it didn’t work this time.
Banished is the memoir of Lauren Drain, a young woman who was expelled from the Westboro Baptist Church for talking to “boys.” You know the WBC, don’t you? They are the ones who show up at the funerals of homosexuals and military men carrying “God Hates Fags” and “God Hates Dead Soldiers” signs, and who, a decade and a half ago, shocked all of the U.S. with signs which proclaimed “Thank God for 9/11.”
I had never heard anything about this book, but I picked it up, eager to learn a few facts about America’s most despised church.
The most important thing I learned was a crucial point of theology that often gets lost in the shuffle. The Westboro Baptist Church, Lauren Drain tells us, is not picking on gay people. No, it is really telling us that “God Hates Everybody,” or at least 99.99% of the world. The Westboro, a congregation of fanatic hypercalvinists, believe that everybody is going to Hell except for a predestined remnant. And who, pray tell, is that remnant? The Westboro Baptist Church, of course.
Drain also does a good job telling us about the structure and daily operations of the church. It is primarily a family operation, of which Pastor Fred Phelps—at least at the time of writing—was the inspiration and figurehead. But the organization and operation of the church was in the hands of Fred’s daughters, of which Shirley was the eldest and most powerful. All the daughters are4 lawyers, and the church keeps excellent files, not only on every issue they might want to picket on behalf of, but also on the particular trespass laws of the states they were planning to picket in. If you were tempted to dismiss the Phelpses as a bunch of brainless hillbillies, you would be wrong.
Picketing, of course, is this church’s most important activity, and the Phelps sisters organize their picketers like an army, deciding where and when to employ various members, and rigidly dictating how their picketers must act. Yes, the Phelps family church is certainly a well-oiled hate machine.
Outside of this, there’s not a lot to say about the book. Lauren Drain—even with the help of Lisa Pulitzer, her ghost writer—is not deep enough or observant enough to tell us much about her own inner spiritual journey or the dynamics of her own family. Lauren obviously has her share of daddy issues (and her daddy, the Phelps church videographer, has way more issues than she does), but psychological complexes without insight don’t add up to a book.
The sad truth is that Lauren Drain comes off as shallow and superficial, more concerned with her status in the church, her clothes, and her make-up, than with a richer spiritual life. This isn’t her fault, for the Westboro church, with its relentless monitoring of its members, and its legalistic standards, inevitably fosters shallowness and superficiality.
Still, her voice is not compelling, her insights are not deep, and this is not a memorable book.