Mercy Robb Speaks Out!
My name is Mercy Robb. I am nearly 24. I have lived in the Family International all my life. I have lived a life filled with love, care, stability, superior schooling, superior training in service to mankind–a life free from violence and any and all forms of abuse.
I’m sitting here listening to the children I live with, love, care for and teach, (who happen to be my own nieces and nephews) laughing as they play in the garden with their “auntie” (one of the members of our home), as she is affectionately called. I see them run to their parents’ arms as they walk in the door telling them the events of their day. My 4-year-old nephew excitedly “reminds” his mom that he just started 1st grade. This is just another normal evening in this wonderful place I call home.
I have somewhat to say about my feelings triggered by the tragic deaths of Ricky and Angela. It was an unexpected event that had me in shock and dazed for a couple days. An act such as this goes against everything I’ve ever known in my missionary life. To even imagine such an act of violence is difficult and disturbing for me. What breaks my heart more is the way the media is taking the distortions, exaggerations, half-truths and outright lies—words from our apostates who are verbally degrading the life I live and love—and putting it out before the public as though it were well-rounded and unbiased facts and information. The reason this particularly disturbs me, which is also the reason I am compelled to write this, is because it brings back memories of a time when, as a child, I was a victim of such media slander and lies.
I was living in Argentina in 1993 when many of the same accusations and lies that are being told about us now were fed to the media by some of our antagonistic and bitter former members. They were broadcasted and the repercussions were that the authorities and police raided my home—our Family community. They entered my house at 3 a.m. on the 10th of September, and broke up my home, my family and my life. Amidst the confusion of those pre-dawn hours, they told me they just needed to take my friends and me (the other children in our community) in for questioning and we would come home that night where my parents would be waiting to receive us. (The first of many lies I was told by the police and government workers!) (more…)








