Recently, L was invited to see a show with a couple of her friends. It was a lovely invitation and the show had received rave reviews, so she was looking forward to it. When she arrived at the theater, the Cabaret, here in Ashland, another woman, Judy, whom L did not know was part of the party who had been invited. L’s friend introduced them by saying “ Judy, do you know L?” Judy responded by saying she thought she did, but she wasn’t sure how. After a couple of suggestions about where they might have crossed paths, L said that she might know her because she was the partner of the cellist who plays in Lithia Park. With this Judy turned away with a look of disgust, saying, “ oh yes, I know about her!” From that point on throughout the gathering, including the performance, Judy looked away from L, pointedly shunning her, even placing her hand on the side of her face to block L from her view and conversation.
Of course, this is just nonsensical, rude behavior. And there are, by all means, many nonsensical, rude people one may run into from time to time. But since I know of the overwhelmingly positive response I receive from folks who know me from playing in Lithia Park, I also know that there is one reason and one reason only for making a judgement about L this dramatically in a social situation. That is: from the poison that has been spread about us since we were ex-communicated from the Ashland Congregational Church seven - yes, seven - years ago.
It’s amazing, isn’t it? This woman does not know L, at all. When L stood up to leave at the end of the performance she leaned over to Judy and said, “I’m sorry you think you know me, but you don’t. “ What is true is that this woman has, without a doubt, been a recipient of the gossip that lives on in the church community until this day. I have come to think of it as a kind of survival narrative. Something about Pastor Kukuk being the victim of some horrible people that because of their terrible behavior had to be removed. And if you want to know why the church has had trouble over the last seven years and is only a shadow of its former self, you can go back to that year, when the church was devastated by the scandal of these two people, accusing Christina Kukuk, Brad Roupp, and Becky Martin of scapegoating them.
If you belong to this church now, go ahead, tell me there is no such story that is ever told about us. Explain why this woman, whom we have no knowledge of whatsoever, thinks she knows us and so much so, that the last thing she would want to do is even look in our direction.
While you ponder this, I’ll tell you a quick story. A few months back, a woman contacted L through this website. She lives on the coast of Northern California, in the little town of Hiouchi. She wanted to know more about this guy Brad Roupp, who L had written about in this website. It turns out, Brad had bought a piece of property next to the home where this woman, her eighty year old mother and her kids were living. Brad had been systematically encroaching on their property line, building a large fence that blocked their view of the river there, and generally bullying them. He even went so far as to take them to court to get a restraining order. He wanted no pushback from them. He wanted to do as he pleased, even if it meant spoiling their view and being a terrible neighbor. In the process of the legal battle that led up to the court date, where a judge was to decide whether these women should be “restrained” from protesting these bullying behaviors from Brad, several very interesting things happened.
Brad was threatening them constantly. He said he would ruin them financially by suing them until they had nothing left. The woman who contacted L, Jennifer, had a medical condition she was fighting. She was trying to mount a legal defense without the help of a lawyer. She was asking L if she would write a letter to the judge simply describing her knowledge of Brad’s character. L was reluctant to do this. But she ended up deciding to write about her experience with Brad, which to be sure was of the quintessential power hungry bully who thinks he can walk all over people.
L and I were highly doubtful this would help much. Brad had a high-priced lawyer from California to press his case. Jennifer just had her struggling self, her story, one letter from someone who had had a very bad experience with Brad.
Then, an even more interesting thing happened. We hear from Jennifer that Brad has gotten - who can believe this? - Becky Martin - to write a scathing character assault of Both L and I. Becky’s letter included the assertion that L had to be removed from the church because she started attacking people.
This is what I mean by the myth that lives on. We did not get removed from the church because L started attacking people. We got removed from the church because from the very outset of the bullying behavior Brad began towards L, neither L or I were going to shut up about it until the congregation or the leadership of the church was actually willing to listen to us and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Becky Martin was the first defender of Brad, trying to squash us from talking. To question the sainthood of Brad was beyond the pale. Christina craftily fashioned descriptions of the conflict in such a way that you couldn’t even tell who the parties involved were, or what they were doing. And the “mediation” was nothing but a church-financed attempt to whitewash absolutely horrible behavior by every member of the leadership of the church.
So now we return to our story. The decision of the judge was in favor of Jennifer and her mother. Brad lost. But he didn’t just lose. He threw a fit, throwing a chair, cursing at Jennifer, yelling that he had spent $100,000 on the case. His wife Julia and their son were there, trying to calm Brad down…sad!
Sometimes those who are downtrodden catch a break. We do not know the aftermath of this. Jennifer was struggling throughout this time. She may be struggling even more now. But we admired her courage and to be honest, it is quite satisfying to hear of any kind of accountability that this pretentious, deceitful man has coming to him. Becky Martin came off looking particularly pathetic.
And we can return as we think about all this to the unbelievable, astonishing, horrible leadership that Christina Kukuk provided: an atmosphere that sowed fear, judgement, shunning and scapegoating and not one iota of what she was ostensibly there to do, to unite the community in a generous kind of spiritual love.
So the headline of this post should speak for itself. The stench of judgement lives on. If you belong to this church, what do you think church is for? Is it to support this clown car of characters: Judy, Christina, Brad, Becky, casting aspersions on anyone who would even question their superior judgement?
It looks to me like a great set of repairs is needed, if this church could ever return as a house of welcome and transformation through the Spirit.
Who there has the strength to undertake those repairs?
Daniel Sperry, June 6th, 2023