‘Shiny, Happy, People’: Exposing abusively patriarchal ideology

I didn’t even begin to name, let alone process, the reality of my extensive history of childhood sexual trauma until I was entirely 18 years old.

I didn’t have fancy words for dissociation or trauma bonding. All I knew was that I was an emotional mess and needed help. So, my dutiful parents booked an appointment for me with our pastor, a widely respected and always cerebral encyclopedia of a man with a body of work extensive enough to have landed him his own Wikipedia page.

When I met with him, he was genuinely kind and not without empathy. But though I’m relatively sure he had the entirety of the Heidelberg catechism committed to memory, he had very little to offer me through guidance in the mental health department.
His counsel was:

1. Modern-day counseling has little to offer you and will likely lead you astray.
2. Forgiveness will put you in the driver’s seat. You will never heal until you forgive.

Then he handed me some reading assignments from Francis Schaeffer, promised to pray for me, and sent me on my way. I felt like I had just been tasked with climbing Everest in a pair of flip-flops.

In retrospect, I have a whole boatload of mixed feelings about his counsel that day. I know that it did not come from a place of malice, even if it did come from unwitting arrogance. His concern was that, in seeking secular therapy, I might accidentally end up forfeiting my soul. He worried that, as I was already floundering in my faith, I might abandon it entirely and end up even worse than where I started it. He feared I might trade one skewed view of God and His justice for a picture of justice devoid of God. And I can’t say I entirely blame him. A large faction of the psychological world is indeed godless.

But the fact remains that it was poor counsel, and had I heeded it, it would have short-circuited my healing. But the experience caused me to view recovery through a different lens, with a keen awareness of how difficult it is to find true north in the healing journey.

Many people can identify with this struggle, though perhaps on a less extreme scale. It’s the basis for the new favorite Christian pastime of “deconstruction.”

The questions, “What is truth?” versus “What was just a lie wrapped in Bible verses to control me?” are central to thousands of people’s narratives. They’re questions I’ve asked myself, and I heard many people posing in the recently released Amazon documentary series “Shiny, Happy, People.”

The docuseries is a much-needed indictment of the insidious abuse of the Bill Gothard cult, played out on a national stage by the now-scandalized Duggar family. The Duggars were the stars of the hit TLC reality show “19 Kids and Counting,” which documented the rise and fall of the fundamentalist Quiverfull family.

For years, viewers watched the Duggars bake casseroles, homeschool their ever-compliant children, and procreate as often as physically possible, all in the name of the ministry and biblical obedience. And they looked good doing it. There was a heavy emphasis on duty, diligence, and modesty. And oh, the performative gender roles! Viewers were invited to believe in a concrete plug-and-place formula: Patriarch + submissive wife + dozens of children = happy, healthy, holy family — the countercultural solution to all the world’s ills.

Meanwhile, the Duggars were hiding a dark family secret, which, it turns out, seems to be a feature, not a bug, of the Institute in Basic Life Principles (IBLP) way of life: their son Josh had molested at least five girls, including four of their daughters, and they largely swept it under the rug, convincing their girls to whitewash and minimize the offense when it finally did come to light. Without any accountability, Josh’s sex addiction grew until it ultimately landed him in prison for possessing child pornography.

“Shiny, Happy People” forces viewers to take a long hard look at the IBLP cult, an abusively patriarchal ideology marketed to the unsuspecting masses as wholesome Christian living, when, in fact, it’s little more than a cleverly packaged global dominion strategy that preys upon the vulnerabilities of well-intended people who seek a paint-by-numbers faith instead of the uncertainty of a Spirit-led life in Christ.

The series gives voice to at least half a dozen former IBLP cult members as they share horror story after horror story of the harm they experienced in their culture of male supremacy and female compliance. It deep-dives into the myriad pitfalls of purity culture, of voiceless women and the megalomaniacal men who puppeteer them via religious manipulation. As the trailer succinctly said, “Gothard turned every father into a cult leader and every home into an island,” and “world domination was the goal.”

Gothard was ultimately revealed to be an abuser who resigned from IBLP after more than 30 women accused him of sexual harassment, but not before significant damage was done to countless people.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, neither the Duggar parents nor the IBLP offered any sentiments close to resembling the godly repentance or grief that should accompany such egregious public sins. Jim Bob and Michelle issued a statement that was heavy on gaslighting about their “triumphs and trials” (but never their failures) and about how these conversations should be kept “private” even though they placed all of their children on public display for financial gain for years on end. The IBLP’s response was even worse.

The best moments, in my view, were the brave young Duggar women who found enough courage to speak out boldly against the harm they suffered without losing their mooring to their faith. I was encouraged to see them speak unapologetic truth about corrupt power on behalf of other people.

It’s a message worth heeding. I wholeheartedly recommend the film series to people everywhere, especially since cult creation is an ongoing problem that always seems to find a way to worm its way into the evangelical culture and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting. As we speak, “Christian” patriarchy is making a massive comeback using many Gothard tactics, and it’s not leading anywhere good. I’m hopeful the film will give many people some necessary pause.

Suppose I had one minor but notable criticism. In that case, it’s that I could not help but read into some of the filmmaker’s subtext and the not-so-subtle framing of standard, theologically orthodox Christian positions on issues like abortion and political engagement as cult-like fundamentalism that should be held in deep suspicion if not entirely discarded. Suppose you pay attention to the narrative paired with the B-roll footage. In that case, you’ll notice the subliminal messaging everywhere, misappropriating IBLP behavior and transferring it onto all conservative Christians.

For example, in one segment about the harms of fundamentalism and patriarchy, filmmakers zero in on conservative social media influencers complaining about drag queen story time and preferred pronouns. It’s a potshot that subtly implies that concern over these genuine issues is manufactured outrage without basis in reality when, in fact, in Houston, there was a sex offender arrested as a drag queen in the library and in countless locations across the West, the trans movement is wreaking havoc on so many women and girls. Also, throughout the film, there are quite a few digs at homeschoolers in general, as though all the homeschool families in all the land are doing it Gothard-style.

It’s not hard to understand why people who a dangerous cult has injured overcorrect the problem and run full-speed in the opposite direction. It’s an entirely human response to injury. But for all our flaws, many conservative-leaning Christians are not inventing the harms of the things we oppose, and we have the evidence and receipts to prove it. It’s dishonest to frame truly godly moral standards as abusive.

And increasingly, as I walk alongside people limping out of bad church experiences, I notice some of the wounded throwing the baby out with the proverbial bathwater and wearing their injuries as identities, cementing resentment firmly into place to the degree that they’re rendered unable and often uninterested in actual healing, which would require further exposure to some of the truths they now rail against. I saw a degree of this in the film’s subtext, so I feel somewhat obligated to offer a gentle caution.

All this to say, the antidote to the patriarchy of the Gothard cult is not the patriarchy of progressivism. The antidote to the Gothard cult’s patriarchy is surrender to Christ’s lordship. Overall, “Shiny, Happy People” has much to teach us, and I hope everyone prayerfully considers the stories it tells.

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This essay was slightly modified from its original publication, Honest to Goodness.