Why I Am Not a Believer

Harry Greenberger

Because I was born an atheist, I was spared the indoctrination (brainwashing, child abuse) that produces helpless followers of one’s parents’ religion. With nonpracticing Jewish parents—including a father who’d become a Christian Scientist following his successful salvation from death (the prognosis of his medical doctors)—and living in a small Southern town that had neither a synagogue nor a Christian Science church, on weekends I attended neither Sunday school nor church rituals.

I later realized that my mother was a closet atheist who had worked out how to live comfortably among the Baptist and Methodist townspeople. But inside our home, there were never any nighttime prayers for my siblings nor me.

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