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This post has been brewing and fermenting in my mind ever since I added the scarlet A to my blog a few months ago. The A is for Atheist, and you can read about the purpose of the corresponding “Out Campaign” here.

I was finally spurred into action by a recent thread on Pharyngula, in which commenters gave their “deconversion” stories. Plus I wanted to tell you my own story before reading and being influenced by “The God Delusion“, which is lurking near the top of my reading list. So here is the tale of Why CAE is an Atheist. My apologies for the length, but it was a long process…

So what did this mean for my sister and me? We were both baptised Church of England, and I vaguely remember going to some kind of Sunday school once or twice, but it wasn’t a major feature of our home lives. I went to a Christmas Eve church service with my Mum one year, because we wanted to hear the carols. I once had a discussion with my Dad about how he wants to figure out what he believes in before he dies, but I was quite young at the time and hadn’t really formulated my own opinions yet. (We’re not really a deep discussion kind of a family – our weekly phone calls are 50% personal news updates, 40% sport and 10% dreadful jokes). I did find out last year that my Catholic Godmother tried to buy me a catechism and rosary when I was a kid, but was deterred by my parents. As it stands, she’s taken me to more pubs than churches.

I was a quiet, well behaved and academic kind of girl, and I wanted to please my teachers. When I was about 8 or 9 my favourite teacher asked everyone in the class to raise their hands if they went to church. When only a couple of kids did so she reacted in shock and horror and said that she couldn’t believe such a thing was possible. I went home that night and asked my parents if we could please start going to church? They were quite taken aback and quizzed me for my reasons, never guessing that it was only so I could report back to Mrs Lawson and receive her praise.

Things changed when I went to secondary school – again, a perfectly normal state comprehensive. I think our non-white contingent went up, from 2 students to 4 or something like that, and our new teachers didn’t tell bible stories or make us sing hymns. Instead we started to learn about history, biology, and, more importantly, other religions. This was my first “hang on a minute” moment. You’re saying that the Hindus, and Moslems, and Buddhists, and Jews, all believe different things, all with the same conviction with which my former teachers believed those bible stories? And what about the Greek, Roman and Norse gods? People back then knew that those stories were true, too.

From “well, they can’t all be right” it’s not too much of a stretch to get to “maybe they’re all wrong”, but in fact it took me a good few years.

I spent much of my time in high school with my two best friends, one Sikh and one Methodist. They both came from religious families and attended church or temple regularly, and we had some interesting discussions as I started to question what I’d been taught at primary school. My Sikh friend and her family maintained that Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, the Hindu gods and Sikh gurus were all different manifestations of one unifying truth. They took my sister and me to their temple in Leeds one weekend, which was a very interesting experience for us. Coming from such a white area, it was especially strange to enter the temple and be the only white people in a room of several hundred people. It certainly gave me some perspective on what my friend and her sister went through every day. And the food was excellent.

On the other hand, my Methodist friend was shocked at my statement that “if there is a God, and to get into Heaven you have to worship him and obey him, rather than just do good things, then I’m not sure I want to go”. I should say that this friend is one of the few very religious Christians I’ve ever known who truly practiced what she preached. If she saw a homeless person on the street she would drop whatever she was doing to buy them some food and have a conversation with them. Imagine a large group of semi-drunk 18 year olds on a Christmas Eve pub crawl standing around in the cold and wondering what she would do if we told her to bloody well hurry up so we could go to the White Swan… Interestingly, she’s now an agnostic (it wasn’t my fault) and still just as lovely.

My ideas continued to mature as I got older. I read “I Claudius”, which described the Roman reaction to the burgeoning Christian faith and disparaged Christianity as a religion for slaves. I started to see how the concept of an eternal reward in the afterlife – if you obey certain laws and generally behave yourself in the present – could be used to control a population, and how invoking an all-seeing, all-powerful deity was the best way to ensure compliance. I heard someone make an off-hand remark that avoiding pork and seafood in hot climates was a really good idea and that, again, invoking a deity was the best way to make an uneducated population understand the importance of food hygiene. And how better to explain where we came from than to say we’d been created by the same all powerful deity? I realised that there must be a deep-seated human need to know where we came from, and that every culture in history has come up with a different explanation to satisfy its people.