Daughters of Zion: My Family's Conversions to Polygamy
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A memoir of misguided faith, unholy violence, and spiritual awakening. An odyssey of mayhem, murder, and tragedy is what Kim's family unknowingly embarks upon in their quest for a peaceful existence in an unorthodox religious society. It is on a deceptively fine spring day, at the tender age of seven, that Kim is uprooted from her comfortable middle class home in Utah to be moved into a polygamous colony in Mexico. From that day forward her life takes dramatic twists and turns. One by one, her older sisters become plural wives. Eventually, Kim herself is courted by the polygamist fathers of some of her good friends. Her relatively peaceful world is shattered when violence erupts within the ranks of the priesthood leaving her sister a widow, and Kim fears for her own life as some of her closest friends become murderers in the name of religion. In the end, her family is devastated by a tragedy fomented by an even more insidious evil.
“Kim Taylor is a gifted story teller - and what a story she tells in ‘Daughters of Zion’! Raised in a notorious polygamous sect, daily breathing in all the seductions and delusions of plural-marriage theology, Kim nevertheless couldn’t ever swallow the lie completely. Guided by a strong conscience and prodded by tragedy after tragedy she eventually broke out of the psychological prison of polygamous pseudo-religion...”
—David Kupelian, author of The Marketing of Evil
“It was curiosity about polygamy that led me to pick up this book, but it is the author’s craft at storytelling that made it impossible to put it down. Kim’s riveting, honest portrayal of her courageous search for deliverance from what she eventually recognized as dangerous dogma cloaked as religious truths, is both intriguing and inspiring”.”
—Mary Ann Cook, speaker, author of Honey I’m Home For Good!
“An unbelievable story, told with compassion. Taylor is a natural storyteller. I couldn't put it down!”
—C. Hewitt, columnist, author of Parenting Through The Eyes Of A Child.
“In the days following his visit, I contemplated Mark Chynoweth’s warning. For years he had been like a kind and cheerful brother to me–was he now capable of extreme violence in the name of religion? Two terrible questions loomed in my mind above all others: Would Mark actually kill for Ervil? Would he even try to kill me? Rumors that Ervil’s congregation
had taken blood covenants with one another, promising to carry out his murderous death threats, chilled my heart and filled me with dread.”
From Daughters of Zion: A Family’s Conversion to Polygamy
smoking myself, and Lauren and I now both found ourselves dealing with interested members of the opposite sex. Although I knew that I was no beauty (I sometimes complained bitterly about inheriting my Dad’s unattractive nose), there were some who found me attractive. I had been told by my friends that I had pretty eyes and a nice smile. Now at the age of fourteen I was taking phone calls from a twenty-year-old man who had asked my schoolmate’s older sister for my number. The answer to my
not.” Mark paused and looked at me. “Don’t you think that sounds like Ervil?” he asked reverently. I breathed a sigh of relief as he continued with his discourse without waiting for an answer. He went on to explain that eventually Ervil would be given miraculous powers that would command the attention of all nations. I found myself breathing shallowly, staring wordlessly at Mark as he began to tell me about God’s people ultimately living in luxury on the spoils of what was left after the
wondered if this was his way of dealing with the possibility of losing me and our children in eternity. Then again, maybe he was right. I began to feel relieved about the idea of giving up worrying about the confusing issues of eternal marriage - some of which just weren’t clear to me anyway. For instance - I had been taught that my kids and their posterity would belong to my husband as his heritage in heaven in his own spiritual kingdom. If that were true, I wondered what heritage would be left
married. I also knew the pain it would cause them if they knew the circumstances. They would never understand. Before falling asleep, I pictured my grandma as an adventurous little girl walking and playing alongside the covered wagon that carried her family from Marble Hills, Georgia to the state of Oklahoma. Grandma had been the youngest of her family, and now she was the only one left. How her life had changed. I sighed. No matter what the future held, I was grateful to be resting in this
identify with the Mexican people. The wife of his youth was a Mexican lady named Magdalena. Although Magdalena was raised as a Catholic she would begrudgingly remain loyal as Joel courted and married other women of the church. It was Joel’s desire to deal with others in what he believed to be a Christlike manner. To him that meant putting others first and forgiving people when they did wrong. We would understand later that this was one reason that he did little to challenge his brother Ervil or