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Shocking historical finding: Mormon icon Eliza R. Snow was gang-raped by Missouri ruffians 

I found the link to this Strib article on this blog.

History • BYU-Idaho scholar discusses her research during academic forum.

By Peggy Fletcher Stack The Salt Lake Tribune · March 17, 2016 12:42

In the sedate setting of an academic symposium in Provo, a respected LDS scholar delivered this historical bombshell:

Eliza R. Snow, one of Mormonism’s “founding mothers,” was gang-raped by eight Missourians during 19th-century tensions between LDS settlers and their Midwestern enemies.

“The rape was brutal, and so it made Eliza unable to have children,” Brigham Young University-Idaho professor Andrea Radke-Moss said in an interview. Mormon founder Joseph Smith “offered her marriage as a way of promising her that she would still have eternal offspring and that she would be a mother in Zion.”

Snow was one of the faith’s longest-serving presidents of the female Relief Society, a strong advocate for women’s suffrage and a well-known poet who penned the famous lyrics to the beloved Mormon hymn “O My Father,” which refers to the LDS belief of a Heavenly Mother.

News about the rape — discussed Thursday by Radke-Moss for the first time in an academic forum — comes from the autobiography of Alice Merrill Horne, the granddaughter of Bathsheba W. Smith, one of Snow’s closest friends.

As a child, Horne would spend time at her grandmother’s home, listening to the elderly women of Mormondom reminisce about the early days of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Radke-Moss said. “She then wrote about those visits 50 years later in the 1930s, where she recalled hearing those women discuss the rape of Eliza.”

Those recollections seem to confirm the speculation of Snow’s biographer, historian Jill Mulvay Derr, who has argued that the iconic writer’s wording about Missouri “exposes particular rage that is not seen in most of her other poetry.”

Understanding Snow’s horrific experience could help Mormon women today, “some of whom live in war-torn areas where they themselves have been the victims of rapes,” Radke-Moss suggested. “How much better can we nurture and mourn with these women than to provide them with an empathetic model of the survivor of a gang rape in war? And not just any Mormon woman, but the Mormon woman.”

It might also help modern Latter-day Saints “rethink, or at least complicate, the origins of plural marriage,” Radke-Moss said. For Snow, polygamy was about “spiritual comfort following a savage crime that made her infertile, and a protective measure in the context of trauma and sexual violence that Mormon women experienced.”

Radke-Moss’ BYU presentation — “Beyond Petticoats and Poultices: Finding a Women’s History of the Mormon-Missouri War of 1838” — left many women with “tears in their eyes and faces of disbelief,” said Mormon blogger and writer Emily W. Jensen, who was in the audience. “As Radke-Moss described how understanding this part of Eliza Snow’s history can help women today process their own histories of sexual abuse and violence, I saw nodding heads.”

It left Jensen, one of the editors of the new volume “A Book of Mormons: Latter-day Saints on a Modern-Day Zion,” wondering: Did Snow’s experience prompt her “to seek her Mother in Heaven?”


Link: https://archive.sltrib.com/article.php?id=3613791&itype=CMSID

Easter Message

Yesterday Paul and I celebrated Palm Sunday by tuning in to our local sacrament meeting and enjoying the Testimony meeting over zoom.  Then we testified to each other and he then administered the Sacrament.

It has been a long time since I bore my testimony. During this beautiful and sacred time together we shared our love of our Savior Jesus Christ and the hope we have for eternal life with our family. We have been married for 33 years now and have five children and three in law children and two grandchildren. The recent safe arrival of our little grandson was uppermost in our thoughts as we testified to each other and thanked the Lord for our blessings.

As we basked in the sweet spirit of testimony and the gospel, I had this sudden desire to be with my children who are here in Colorado.  I called my daughter and asked if we could stop by for a minute to say hello. She said yes and we all gathered in her backyard for a short visit.  As we talked, I again felt the sweet glow of love that is here, in our life, and in our hearts.

I have hardly written my personal thoughts about this past year on my blog. So much has happened I can hardly think about all of it, much less write it down.

I melted listening to the Easter message of President Nelson, who is a prophet, seer, and revelator. My heart felt so full thinking about the murder of Jesus Christ. His life ended so violently. I still get a start when I am on the internet and see someone openly mock him or his prophets. I feel overwhelmed with shame, for them, that they are in that place of dismissing him.  This amazing Messiah who offered to help all of us back to Father in Heaven? STILL being mocked? It overwhelms my heart.

These past five years I feel like I have been on a treadmill running furiously to heal the broken parts of my soul, stand up for freedom and free speech, and do everything within my sphere of influence to expose human trafficking as the evil that it is. I believe we are on the cusp of a huge awakening around the issues of the sale of children for prostitution, sacrifice, and organ harvesting. As each day has clicked by my number one question as I prayed was, “What can I do today to help the cause of freedom and justice?”

It is a lofty idea to believe that one can make a difference in the world.

But I have always believed in the power of one.

And I also know that Father in Heaven has the authority and the will to multiply our efforts and helps us do so much more than we can do on our own. And so my constant prayer has been, “what needs to happen right now?” And the Holy Spirit would nudge me about something I could do that might help, and I would do it. It is my faith in Jesus Christ that enabled me to engage in profound and debilitating spiritual warfare these past few years.  At times I felt like I was dying, but he would always point me towards how to have better health and despite a few scary moments with my health, I am still alive.

I am grateful for a righteous husband who honors his priesthood every single day by the choices he makes and the great love he has for Jesus Christ. Paul is unique in the sense that he does not think he is any different from other people, and assumes those he comes in contact with are just as good as he is. 

I am not so nice. I tend to be highly suspicious of strangers and anyone who attempts to insert themselves into my life. And I have accepted the fact that I am fatally flawed. I try not to speak out loud too much.  Most of the time people get mighty upset when I share what is on my mind. I do share quite a bit on the internet and recently decided to re-certify as a childbirth educator.  I will once again have the opportunity to share the facts with young couples. And I am really looking forward to it.

I am taking an internet break this week. Happy Easter!

Jenny Marie Hatch

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