As a kid, my mom would sit me down and tell me to pray every day.
I was too young to ask her to do it for me, but it was a big deal to her.
“If you don’t pray, you’ll become like a pig,” she said.
“And you’ll go mad.”
That was my story.
But my mom’s words were a lie.
For the last decade, my faith has been in question.
I’ve seen my faith erode.
The Church of Scientology is my life’s work, and for most of my adult life I’ve been struggling with the same things that my parents struggled with.
I came of age in the ’90s, when people believed that religion was the only thing that mattered in the world.
My dad grew up in a world that was largely devoid of religion.
For most of his life, he had no faith.
It was as if he’d never even considered it.
I remember the first time I learned to pray.
I had just been born.
It felt as if I had been born from a pile of garbage, and there was no point to it.
It’s hard to imagine that my faith was any less important to me as a child than it is now.
After my dad died, my family and I moved to New York City to raise our children in a more accepting culture.
The new faith wasn’t the same.
We started attending religious schools, and when my son was eight, I became a priest.
But as I began to understand the world around me, I realized that what I believed was an elaborate lie.
I knew that my belief in the supernatural was wrong.
I couldn’t accept that my friends were getting married, or that I was getting pregnant.
In my teens, I began questioning the faith I grew up with.
In a few years, I stopped attending church.
It wasn’t because of a deep-seated desire to change, but because of my own life changes.
I decided to get a doctorate in psychology.
In the meantime, my life seemed to be spiraling out of control.
I started taking antidepressants.
I took a medication for postpartum depression that helped me forget about my past.
I didn’t believe that God had a plan for my life, but I didn, either.
I wasn’t able to stop doing drugs or alcohol.
It took years of prayer and prayer alone to break free of all of these habits.
It didn’t take long for my faith to take another big hit.
In 2016, a group of people began to call themselves the “alt-right.”
These people, including Donald Trump, were deeply uncomfortable with the idea that religion could influence their decisions about life.
They believed that faith was a disease, a pathology, a sin.
As a result, they believed that it was all wrong, that the Bible could be read to justify everything that they did, that religion made them violent.
The alt-right was the result of a massive wave of internet anger against religion.
It is not a new phenomenon.
We all remember the way people used to mock and deride Catholics and Jews during the Holocaust.
But the alt-righters’ hatred was different.
The most popular and extreme form of the alt righters’ hate was to claim that they were the true followers of Jesus Christ, that they didn’t care what anyone else thought, and that their lives should be the only ones worth living.
When they launched their own hate groups, they would say things like “Jesus will kill the Jews.”
They would even suggest that they should murder other Jews in the name of Jesus.
These alt-rights have found a new home in the internet and have become part of our culture.
They’ve spread across social media and become more extreme, and the alt right’s hatred has expanded to include many others.
I’m no longer convinced that my beliefs are valid.
But they’re not going anywhere.
For many, it’s easy to look at the altright’s rise as the product of the internet.
We can all relate to people like Richard Spencer, a white nationalist who recently won the title of “most hated person on the internet.”
Richard Spencer is a man who believes that the only way to preserve white identity is to destroy it.
He is not, however, the first white nationalist.
Before him, there were others.
In America’s history, white nationalists have been a long, long way from being the only white supremacists.
The word “white nationalist” has often been used as a synonym for anti-Semitism.
I have met many people who are anti-Semitic, and I have heard some people say that they are “anti-Semitic because they are white.”
Anti-Semites have used the term to describe Jews, Christians, and Muslims, but we’re not calling them anti-Semists, are we?
Anti-Semitism is a racist hate movement.
It targets groups of people based on their perceived characteristics.
The phrase “anti-” is often