As most of you know I was in Salt Lake City all of last week. It was a place that was just wrong. Everything about it was wrong and not wrong in a way that New York City is wrong where people are busy and you can lose yourself in the impersonal ways of the inhabitants and also be wholly overwhealmed by its immensity. This place was wrong in the way Disneyland is wrong with all its fake smiles that are more like grimaces because the genuine emotion that is supposedly behind the smile is lacking. Salt Lake City was like Disneyland minus the fun.
It all started normally enough. I got off the plane and felt like I was suddenly moving along in a trip of redneck honkeyville. I am used to having some type of minority person around being orginally from San Antonio where the majority of the population is hispanic and currently living in DC where the majority of the population is black. It was a mild culture shock. Then I hailed a cab with two of my coworkers. One kept saying that he was a long way away from Chelsea (it is the clone neighborhood in NYC). I couldn’t agree with him more. The cab ride was nice enough. I later was told by someone on the street that you were not allowed to hail a cab off the street. You had to either meet them at the airport or call them. If you hailed them off the street and the cabbie was caught by the police the cabbie was supposedly fined.
I eventually get to the hotel which was about 10 minutes away from the airport “conveniently” located about 3 blocks south of the Mormon Temple which is also “conveniently” located directly across the street from the shopping mall which had the only food places other than the hotel and Dee’s (a typical type of diner that I was not too fond of). Needless to say, I was forced to go past there several times in order to eat decent food since the hotel food was overpriced and cooked very poorly.
On the trips up to the mall I had to go past Utah’s version of homeless/beggar alley. I thought this was funny. These honkified beggars for the most part were better dressed than me. They had signs ranging from “everyone needs some help sometimes,” “Please Help,” and “Vietnam vet in need.” First off, I am living in a big city with a very large homeless population and here the homeless try to empathize with the rubes because they get more money that way. I can’t feel sorry for someone who appears to be middle-upper middle class begging on the street to get money so I do the only logical thing, I give them tips to guilt people into giving them money. I figure it would at least make it seem like this place has a soul (more on that later). I look at all the people and choose this drugged out girl who has the sign that says, “everyone can use some help sometimes.” I laugh at her and talk to her some. I notice that she has some tracks on her hand (or maybe scabies) so I don’t touch her. I looked at her eyes and she was most likely stoned and tell her that her sign doesn’t mean anything to the passing people. I suggest to her to turn it around and write, “I could be your daughter” on the other side. That was the only sign I have seen around here that actually made me empathize with the girl. She says that she will do it later, maybe tomorrow and asks for money from me. I just laugh at her and tell her that I don’t want to prolong her homelessness to which she responds that she has a home just doesn’t have a job. Well, that was the wrong thing to say to me so I tell her good luck (I notice her wearing a pentagram earring which I liked but didn’t want to pursue a religious discussion with her since she was obviously drugged up).
A soul is a controversial thing here on these boards. I will start by saying that I believe in the soul as basically a synonym for the energy involved in the pursuit of life, individuality, and happiness primarily. There are many other facets but those are the most basic. To continue, Salt Lake City like Disneyland doesn’t have one. It is a hollow shell where the happiness is all on the surface but the people who are supposed to reflect it just seem to me as a hollow shell. It is the difference between a real smile and a fake smile. Everyone can tell when a smile is not real. Lacking much of any real aptitude in the smiling department I concluded that this place was soulless. It felt incredibly evil being there because of this. I am sure the Mormons no the board will take issue with this but I would just like to say it doesn’t refer to you. I am sure that you guys and gals think enough for yourselfs to have regained a soul. Now smile, and make sure it is real.
Of course no trip to Salt Lake City would be complete without an attempt at conversion. As I was walking to the mall for dinner one day a guy from the temple runs across the street. He must of seen a non-Mormon (me) target to hand his propoganda to. I take it and say thank you because I didn’t want him to go crazy and shoot me or anything as many right-wing fundamentalists are portrayed as and we all know how accurate stereotyping is. I look around for a place to throw this trash away but can’t find anything near and besides this guy is talking at me so I walk into the mall. I open up the brochure and see it is a pamphlet that lists the five main differences between Christianity and Mormonism. I look at them and one of them is that every Mormon has the potential of becoming a god within HIS (not her) own kingdom. Being fairly well versed in occultism which includes some Satanism I immediately find a similarity. Satanism believes that everyone can become a god and is already. The other four instances I don’t remember but from my studying of Anton LeVay and other well known Satanists I see that the differences with Christianity that they purport line up pretty closely to the differences Satanism has with Christianity. One of the only things that didn’t line up exactly was that Mormons (according to the pamphlet) pray directly to YHVH and don’t use Jesus as an intermediary whereas Satanists don’t really pray to anyone other than themselves since they are all gods and are free to use any type of intermediary they see fit. Anyway, I find a toilet and flush the pamphlet. I am sure if you are really interested that they will hand deliver one to your house if you call.
I attempted to go see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on Thursday night since they perform on Monday and Thursday. I went into the temple grounds which they attempted to make everyone feel welcome in the Disney way. I look at a map and see that I am in the right area but I have to find out which is the correct building. It was a little confusing. The grounds were very beautiful but still lacked a deeper meaning that typical holy places usually feel like they have. Sorry atheists out there, this is a faith issue and you probably don’t believe in that type of thing. Anyway, I wander around looking for the Tabernacle so I can go directly there for the performance when it begins which was about two hours away. I walk a big circle getting accosted by several people who may as well been speaking Martian for all that I understood them. I suppose it was a conversion tactic but it probably was really me ignoring them the best I could. I keep getting this creepy vibe that I was at Disneyland without the fun. When I eventually find the tabernacle and see that you have to sign in with a name, address, and phone number or they wouldn’t let you in I think of a fake name etc (Icabod Malarky, 1313 Mockingbird Lane, Sacremento, CA 98002) but see that the few people in front of me are being ID’ed. I simply leave and miss out on the opportunity to see one of the best choirs in the world perform because I don’t want to be bombarded with propaganda later. I saw how they treated an excommunicated Mormon friend (they visit him every three months and try to get him to go back in the closet and marry a woman…Also, they verbally harass him for being gay) and keep doing so tracking him down through various moves and continually visit him after repeated requests that they never come back to him again.
Anyway, I couldn’t wait to leave the place. The climate was beautiful and dry, the scenery was nice with all the mountains and earthy tones, and even the city itself seemed nice on the surface. I know it is a place that I could never fit into. It was just wrong. Wrong in the way Disneyland is wrong and that speaks voluminously of its presence. There are few places in the world that lack what I often equate to a soul and unfortunately for me Salt Lake City was one of those places. Some people may find it charming, friendly and nice. My coworkers pretty much all said that it was like going on a visit to the Stepford wives. I don’t really know the analogy because it was based on occurances before my time but I assume it has something to do with the phoniness that I experienced.
HUGS!
Sqrl