Stolen Innocence - Lisa Pulitzer [0]
My Story of Growing Up in a Polygamous Sect, Becoming a Teenage Bride, and Breaking Free of Warren Jeffs
Elissa Wall with Lisa Pulitzer
To Sherrie and Ally; you remind me every day of what I’m fighting for.
And to the memory of Daleen Bateman Barlow, my mother-in-law, who was one of the first to find the courage to stand up for herself and her children.
Contents
Prologue
Part One
1 A New Mother
2 Growing Up and Keeping Sweet
3 Good Priesthood Children
4 In Light and Truth
5 The Rise of Warren
6 Out of Control
7 Reassignment
8 Preparing for Zion
9 A Revelation Is Made
10 The Celestial Law
11 The Word of the Prophet
12 Man and Wife
13 All Alone
Part Two
14 Survival Begins
15 The Destruction Is Upon Us
16 Death Comes to Short Creek
Photographic Insert
17 False Prophet
18 Refuge in Canada
19 Nowhere to Run
20 A Pair of Headlights
21 Promise Not to Tell
22 A Story Like Mine
23 Love at Last
24 Choosing My Future
Part Three
25 New Beginnings
26 Coming Forward
27 Captured
28 Facing Warren
29 The Trial Begins
30 The End Is in Sight
31 I Am Free
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
About the Authors
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
This is my story. The events described are based upon my recollections and are true. I have changed the names of some individuals to protect their privacy.
PROLOGUE:
A TEENAGE BRIDE
I clutched the delicate silk nightgown and embroidered robe of my bridal gown as I hurried to the bathroom. Though it was just a few feet from my bedroom, the bathroom seemed like a sanctuary, the one place I could be alone. With a turn of the lock, I slid to my knees and leaned my back against the door—for the moment I was safe. Over the past several days, I’d cried myself out of tears, and now I felt strangely numb, unable to cope with what was going on.
When I’d awoken that morning, I was a fourteen-year-old girl hoping for the miracle of divine intervention; my prayers, however, had gone unanswered. With no other choice, I’d submitted to the will of our prophet and had married my nineteen-year-old first cousin. As a member of the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints (FLDS), I’d been raised to believe that marriages were arranged through a revelation from God, and that these revelations were delivered through our prophet, who was the Lord’s mouthpiece on earth. As a faithful follower, I’d embraced this principle and believed in it wholeheartedly, never imagining that at fourteen, a revelation would be made about me.
Ever since that revelation, I’d spent every last ounce of energy begging the prophet and his counsels to grant me more time or select a different man for me to marry. Not only was my new husband my first cousin, we had never gotten along, and I was having trouble believing that God would want me to marry someone I loathed. But my repeated pleas and desperate attempts to stop the marriage had failed, and that morning, I’d been driven across the Utah border to a motel in Nevada, where I was sealed for marriage in a secret wedding ceremony performed by our prophet’s son, Warren Jeffs.
Now, with the lock on the bathroom door securely fastened, I felt the full weight of the day for the first time. As I lay sprawled out on the cold tiles of the floor, I was uncertain I would be able to muster the courage to join my new husband in the bedroom. I ran my fingers along the expertly sewn long nightgown and pink satin robe that my mother had given me in honor of my wedding. So much tedious work had gone into the delicately embroidered flowers scattered across the robe’s lapel. I knew I was supposed to feel exalted. Marriage was meant to be the highest honor an FLDS girl could receive, and I was devastated to admit to myself that I didn’t feel that way.
I pictured my husband waiting for his bride, and the thought of sharing a bed with him terrified me. I had no idea what happened between a man and his wife in bed, and I didn’t want to find out.