I just finished reading Escape, and I’m angry.
I’m angry Carolyn lived most of her adult years in fear.
I’m angry her eight children were not allowed physical contact (hugs, etc.) with their parents.
I’m angry that after all she’d documented, her first lawyer still allowed Jessop to have visitation rights to those kids.
I’m angry that Carolyn didn’t even have the police to turn to when she escaped, because they were all in the FLDS as well.
I’m angry that we give this kind of barbarism protection under the guise of “religion”.
I’m angry that, although Carolyn’s escaped the physical clutches of the FLDS, her spiritual condition has not.