The Three Christs of Ypsilanti - Milton Rokeach [7]
—Who are “they” that you are talking about?—
“Those unsound individuals who practice the electronic imposition and duping. I am working for my redemption. And I am waiting patiently and peacefully, sir, because what has been promised to me I know is going to come true. I want to be myself; I don’t want this electronic imposition and duping to abuse me and misuse me, make a robot out of me. I don’t care for it.”
—Did you want to say something, Joseph?—
“He says he is the reincarnation of Jesus Christ,” Joseph answered. “I can’t get it. I know who I am. I’m God, Christ, the Holy Ghost, and if I wasn’t, by gosh, I wouldn’t lay claim to anything of the sort. I’m Christ. I don’t want to say I’m Christ, God, the Holy Ghost, Spirit. I know this is an insane house and you have to be very careful.”
“Mr. Cassel—” Leon tried to interrupt.
But Joseph continued: “I know what I’ve done! I’ve engineered the affairs of the stronghold in a new world here, the British province. I’ve done my work. I was way down, way down. I was way, way up. I’ve engineered, by God! I’ve taken psychiatrics. And nobody came to me and kissed my ass or kissed me or shook hands with me and told me about my work. No, sir! I don’t tell anybody that I’m God, or that I’m Christ, the Holy Spirit, the Holy Ghost. I know what I am now and I know what I’m going to be. This is an insane house.”
“Don’t generalize …” Leon interrupted.
“I know who I am and I haven’t got a hell of a lot of power right now,” Joseph went on. “Christ! I do my work. The only thing I can do is carry on. I know what I am.”
“Mr. Cassel, please!” Leon said. “I didn’t agree with the fact that you were generalizing and calling all people insane in this place. There are people here who are not insane. Each person is a house. Please remember that.”
“This is an insane hospital, nevertheless,” Joseph insisted.
“My belief is my belief and I don’t want your belief, and I’m just stating what I believe,” Leon said.
“I know who I am.”
“I don’t want to take it away from you,” Leon said. “You can have it. I don’t want it.”
—Clyde, what do you think?—
“I represent the resurrection. Yeh! I’m the same as Jesus. To represent the resurrection … [mumbling and pausing] I am clear … as saint … convert … you ever see. The first standing took me ten years to make it. Ah, forty cars a month. I made forty Christs, forty trucks.”
—What did you make them out of?—
“I think that means forty sermons, I think that that’s what it means,” Clyde answered.
—Well, now, I’m having a little trouble understanding you, Mr. Benson.—
“Well, you would because you’re probably Catholic and I’m Protestant up to a saint.”
—Did you say you are God?—
“That’s right. God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit.”
“I don’t know why the old man is saying that,” Joseph interrupted. He has it on his mind. He’s trying to discharge his mind. It’s all right, it’s all right as far as I’m concerned. He’s trying to take it out of his mind.”
—Take what out of his mind?—
“What he just said. He made God and he said he was God and that he was Jesus Christ. He has made so many Jesus Christs.”
Clyde yelled: “Don’t try to pull that on me because I will prove it to you!”
“I’m telling you I’m God!” Joseph was yelling, too.
“You’re not!” Clyde shouted.
“I’m God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost! I know what I