We are the 300.
You do not think of us often, if at all.
How do we know this?
Because you are glib; you describe your rivals as people who have "drunk the Kool-Aid."
If you knew what we knew, you would never utter such a phrase again.
You would know that we were children, babes in arms.
We had no choice.
Many of our parents had no choice.
They tried to escape.
They were hunted down, hypodermic needles filled with cyanide stabbed into their backs.
And so, years later, the only thing you remember from that day was that people "willingly lined up to drink the Kool Aid."
It wasn't even Kool Aid. It was Flavor Aid.
We think you should get your facts straight.
We think you should pay attention to our screams and howls on the tapes of that day.
We think you should stop with your dismissals of those who disagree with you as dupes by using us as your example.
It is disrespectful.
Cruel.
We were human beings.
Now we are unwilling ghosts.
My friend, who is writing a book, sent me this link to the final day.
There is a memorial to the lost children of Jonestown.