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  • 4: House Arrest and Daydreams

    4: House Arrest and Daydreams


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    “God had to be first – no compromise, family had to be second.”

    This is how my father describes his life’s priorities in the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary. Now, this is not an unusual stand in a religious society like the Bahamas, but what does it mean to be a Jehovah’s Witness with “no compromises”? When the main thing in your life is devotion to a cult what follows from that? 

    This is not the position of every Jehovah’s Witness, mind you. There are Witnesses who maintain relationships with disfellowshipped children and grandchildren. There are those who just live their lives; knock on some doors every other week and do just enough to maintain their standing. But these aren’t the role models, they aren’t the people who are celebrated at Witness conventions.

    Witnesses can’t force all of their members to have the same level of fanaticism. Those that don’t display the right amount of zeal forfeit any hope of advancement. For example, you can’t be an Elder if your house isn’t kept in order. Until I “took a tangent,” to borrow his phrase, my father’s house was very much in order. 

    1.

    To understand the Minnis family is to know that because they want to be good Jehovah’s Witnesses they have placed themselves under house arrest. It’s hard enough to be a regular cult member but to be a good one requires so much more.

    This means that many of the decisions in their lives are made for them. From the very basic and trivial, like how they spend their time, to larger concerns, like whether or not to go to University, to have children or whether or not they can have a blood transfusion. You can see the impact of this core decision expressed over and over again in almost every aspect of their lives.

    Because they want to be good Jehovah’s Witnesses they have placed themselves under house arrest.

    Take higher education for example. When I finished high school in Eleuthera I didn’t even bother to apply to a college. I wanted to put Jehovah first just like everyone else before me had done and therefore didn’t see the point. I was going to be a “Pioneer” minister. I didn’t even know how I was going to make a living. Paint, I guess? 

    The Watchtower does not flat out say “Thou must not go to University.” What it does instead is call it a “personal decision” then not-so-gently tell you what to do anyway. Witness literature portrays Colleges and Universities as the home of Satanic philosophy. Since the end-of-all-things is so near, their argument goes, do you want to spend the short time left getting a degree in Satan’s home or earn God’s favour by knocking on doors? The “decision” is left up to the individual but if they want to be a good Witness the choice is clear.

    If a Witness does decide to go, as I later did, they are judged for that choice and are labelled as not being  ‘spiritual’ enough. While I was a member I couldn’t shake the guilt I felt for going to COB. Of course, my later turn away from the religion was chalked up as proof that Watchtower was right all along. 

    My sisters had the same mindset when they graduated high school. They both excelled academically, especially Shan, who got a remarkable eight A’s in her GCE O levels. Despite the obvious talent, they did not pursue any form of higher education. If memory serves, Shan actually applied and got accepted to numerous Universities, only to turn them all down.

    The end of the world was apparently so near when they finished high school in the late 80s that there was no time to get degrees. They were applauded at the Kingdom Hall for making the best choice by giving Jehovah their youth.

    Fast forward to now, nearly forty years later, the imminent nearness of Armageddon was still being used to scare others into the same dead-end choices up until very recently. On August 22nd the Witnesses suddenly reversed their decades long stance on ‘additional education’ – and have now made it ok for their members to pursue it if they so choose.

    In making this radical U-turn, they didn’t apologize for their failed predictions or for the consequences their policies have had on millions of people. They won’t be made accountable for all the potential that they have wasted. In the end, it’s people like Nicole and Shan who are left holding the bag.

    2.

    Witness teachings like the Paradise Earth are deeply embedded in the family’s art. Paradise is the hope that the majority of members believe in and cling to; that after Armageddon they will get to live forever on Earth without sickness and death.

    For example, when my father began his art practice, his landscape paintings would capture the complete view of a scene almost like an historian. However over time, as Amanda Coulson observes, he “began to deliberately excise objects of human intervention – cars, telephone poles, even the people themselves.”

    This practice of removing traces of modern life from his paintings actually mirrors Witness images of paradise that also don’t include modern objects. Images in the Watchtower that do include things like telephone poles and street lights are horrific scenes from their imagined Armageddon.

    “Objects of human intervention”, are therefore used as a kind of visual shorthand to show an image’s place in the Witness’ end-of-the-world timeline. Apparently, there will be no street lights in Paradise.  

    That my father, a long time Witness, also began to remove these types of objects from his work isn’t surprising. He is giving you a preview of what God will supposedly soon do Himself. I believe this practice is more a sign of conformity to Witness teaching than probably even conscious choice. Because of this I would argue that my father’s art has become not “a plea to revere the earth and live in harmony with it” as Coulson says, but rather a fantasy of what Paradise will look like when we, the heathens, are all gone. 

    The parallels between my sisters’ art and Witness imagery found in the Watchtower is also striking. Their art has numerous examples of labourers either engaged in farming, yard maintenance or household chores but as with the Watchtower examples, always without any modern tools. They also incorporate Witness compositions of the endless delights of Paradise in their work. Or on the other hand, they also portray people looking longingly towards Paradise from the despair of this current reality.

    With very few exceptions it is possible to insert any of my family’s paintings directly into a Witness publication without modification, as if the family has been working on a Bahamian edition of the Watchtower magazine, consciously or not, for their entire careers.

    I don’t think these connections are coincidence because these are the images that my family has been consuming for decades and that my sisters and I were literally raised on. 

    Interestingly enough, Nicole has actually worked for years in the Watchtower art department in New York and has likely produced a few anonymous masterpieces for them — anonymous because all the work published by the Watchtower goes unattributed to enhance the illusion that it comes from divine sources.

    3.

    The family has come under criticism in recent years as their work has grown increasingly out of step with contemporary Bahamian art practice. In the Director’s Cut my father addresses this criticism by saying that “some people call what we do chocolate box cover art.” According to Coulson, some also describe their work as “mere decoration.”

    Is Minnis family art like this though because of the demands of the marketplace or because their religion doesn’t allow them to be anything else?

    As the example of my life shows, Jehovah’s Witnesses discourage freedom of thought, and anything a Witness does or creates that could be seen as being “worldly” or against Watchtower doctrine could lead to punishment.

    While there’s definite market pressure to produce work that is safe for the majority of buyers, I believe fear of going against Witness rules also plays a large part in defining their art’s content. This dual pressure leaves little room for experimentation, play or growth — many of the very things that we expect out of artists but are, for the most part, absent in their work.

    The impact of this religious pressure from the Witnesses and how this affects their art is probably best seen in the example of my father’s Pot Luck cartoons. For ten years from 1971 he was the leading commentator on Bahamian politics with his immensely popular editorial cartoons. Even though this was something he had started before he converted, his practice gradually came into conflict with evolving Witness teachings on the matter.

    Witnesses discourage members from expressing or even having an opinion on politics and this stand became more hard-line in the late 1970s. I have heard a few stories about this, but they are all some version of him having to make a choice between his faith and Pot Luck. In the end, he chose to be a good Witness and abruptly ended his influential creation.

    Witness rules on politics also extended to his music and he soon ended his satirical work there too.

    While his albums were never fully political, songs like “People to People” — a sharp skewering of the Ministry of Tourism’s 1975 program of the same name – and  “Show & Tell” – a blow-by-blow account of shenanigans surrounding the 1976 Public Disclosure Act — were political and satirical standouts, not to mention big hits. This type of material vanished from his music around the same time that he cancelled Pot Luck.

    Island Life,” released in 1979, is probably the last serious Eddie Minnis satirical album. It had songs like “Granny Flyin’” – that skewered The Bahamas’ role in the drug trade and “Nassau People” – a pointed commentary on crime. On the album cover Fleabs is seen trying to pull in a box of “Columbia Gold.”

    In retrospect, it appears that his cartooning helped fuel many of the sharp insights, both political and social, that he then brought to his music. Once Pot Luck ended in 1981, the music was left anchor-less, and began to drift in a more judgmental and preachy direction.

    A good example of the difference between his Pot Luck era work and his more recent output is the lone new song that he recorded for his first Greatest Hits album released in 1996 entitled “Reap What You Sow.” On an album filled with political and satirical classics like ‘Nassau People’, ‘Show & Tell‘ and ‘People to People’ this new song featured lines like: 

    “Listen to what the Bible say / It say if you plant it / it will grow. / And you will reap what you sow. / If you don’t want to ruin your life / Remember sex was made for husband and wife.” 

    It wasn’t a hit. 

    On a certain level, of course, the song was also social commentary, but most, if not all, of the humour, compassion and most importantly, relevance, were gone.

    4.

    There’s a clip in “Ting an’ Ting” where I claim that my father could have done “more”, after which I receive an immediate narrative rebuke as the film cuts to Fred Sturrup saying that “To think about Eddie giving more would be selfish.”

    Am I being selfish though? I understand that I have a perspective on this topic that’s not widely shared, but my point of view is deeply grounded in my own experience. 

    I know that being a good Witness put a cap on the art that I was able to produce. Simply put, what I created as I was leaving the religion wouldn’t have been possible if I had remained. By leaving the Witnesses I was able to explore my feelings without fear of offending an Elder or going against their theology.

    What I created as I was freeing myself from the religion would not have been possible had I remained a Witness

    For example, when I sent a draft of my play “The Cabinet” for my mother to read, I had forgotten that Witnesses don’t believe in an immortal soul and see any depiction of a ghost as something satanic. She was so offended by the ghost that was a central character in the play that I don’t even know if she finished reading it.

    In this light, my father’s career can be best understood if we divided it in two. He began as a Bahamian trailblazer. His early years were full of national firsts like his cartooning, bold strokes like his painting on the side of the road and showed clear ambition. It seemed that he was always looking to do something new and fresh and from everything I have heard he was a carefree and fun-loving person. This joy of life could be seen in his early work and in the energy he put into the Bahamian art scene. 

    The second phase of his career came after he joined the Witnesses and became more and more religious, perhaps fully manifesting in 1981 with the cancellation of Pot Luck. Following the Witness mandate to be “no part of this world” there was a narrowing of his social focus and a closing of his world view. All his energy was then put into his evangelizing and in the little time that he had left he stuck to the well-worn paths he had already cleared. His palette knife technique got tighter, the music became less relevant and Pot Luck disappeared. 

    As for my sisters, they have been locked into their styles and subject matter since the beginning of their careers and their art has always been more about making a living than self-expression. 

    So what I’m thinking about when I say that my father, and by extension my sisters, could do “more” is an admittedly imaginary world where they are free from their Witness lockdown. 

    If they were just freed from the enormous time commitments of the Witness lifestyle they could create more art — quantity, but I believe that if they also dropped the Witness outlook on the world, their art would be of a far different quality.

    You can call me selfish for having this dream, but this is the Minnis art I wish I could see. 

    5.

    It’s impossible to calculate the total price my family has paid to be good Jehovah’s Witnesses. I know the cost to me and my life has been astronomically high.

    It’s an interesting yet frustrating thought experiment to imagine what we as a family could have been had we not been Witnesses or at least, not taken it so seriously. 

    Despite their choices, my father is still recognized as a Bahamian icon and legend and my sisters have cemented their place in the local arts; such is the power of their talent. Perhaps in the end, to a young nation in need of artists and heroes, it doesn’t matter. We have what we have and we should be grateful. 

    On the other hand, I am always left with the sorrow of what could have been and what we will never get to witness.  


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  • 3: My life as a Ghost

    3: My life as a Ghost


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    The thing I remember most about leaving the Jehovah’s Witnesses was how much time it felt that I had.

    By removing all of their events, readings and busy-ness from my schedule it was as if I had uncovered a whole other life. When my dad – Eddie Minnis – and my sisters Nicole and Shan say in the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary that they spend most of their time in the Witnessing work, they’re not joking. Being an active Jehovah’s Witness is like having a full-time job on top of your full-time job. And one where the boss expects you to put in more and more overtime.

    With all of that time available to me I threw myself into my studies at the College of the Bahamas. This is the period I was referring to in the documentary when I said that I “locked myself in a room and just painted.” The room in question was the second floor of COB’s S-Block where I was doing an associate’s degree in Art with an unofficial minor in English with classmates and colleagues like Jace McKinney, Lavar Munroe and Jackson Petit

    I was twenty-five and I was a newborn. Everything was fresh, foreign and strange. I got to celebrate my birthday and Christmas for the first time. Went to Junkanoo. Dated non-Witness women. I joined Track Road Theatre where amongst other lessons I learned to curse.

    What I was learning though were things that most people had learned when they were in their early teens or never had to learn at all.

    Reminders of my past life still haunted me. Nassau is a small place and I kept running into former friends, or as I was trained to call them, “brothers”, who would no longer look me in the eye or speak to me. Each encounter was like sandpaper on my soul.

    Not only was I now disfellowshipped but because I had stopped believing and could back up my non-belief, I had earned another label: “Apostate”. For Witnesses, apostates are described as stand-ins for the Devil himself. While they practice shunning of former members, they practically run away from apostates. It was like they all owed me money.  

    1.

    When my doubts about Witness teachings really began to show, my family staged an intervention. My parents invited me to Eleuthera for a few days to talk about things. They did everything but burn sage in the house. They sympathized, shared some of their own nagging doubts. My father even said that he had come to similar conclusions as I had about certain Witness doctrines.

    They sent me to visit a family friend in Rock Sound who was also an Elder. They hoped that maybe he could get through to me. After a day of trying he threw up his hands and said that this was my artistic nature coming out and there was nothing he could do. 

    At this point it was obvious that I wasn’t long for the faith. The Witnesses wouldn’t, couldn’t just let me be. The Elders would come as inevitably as the Terminators and I would be thrown out. This was when my sisters cried over me, when my family begged me to shut my mouth and just fade. 

    It felt like I was attending my own funeral. 

    The Witnesses wouldn’t, couldn’t just let me be. The Elders would come as inevitably as the Terminators and I would be thrown out.

    As expected and as the Watchtower instructed, once the inevitable announcement came for me, it was as if I was suddenly dead to them. 

    My sisters have seen me walking on the road in Nassau and pressed gas.

    My parents stopped supporting me through my studies at COB and left my maternal Aunt and Uncle to pick up that financial slack.

    None of them came to see my play “The Cabinet” when it was on at the Dundas or the old Shirley Street Theatre. 

    None of them came to my wedding. 

    None of them visited when any of my three children were born.

    2.

    While my sisters have essentially cut me off, to say that my parents don’t talk to me is not entirely true. It’s a bit more complicated than that.

    What communication we do have is strained. For example, I call my parents every year on their wedding anniversary, it’s one of the few things Witnesses are allowed to commemorate, and sometimes that has been our only contact for the year. If there is a life event, like an accident or a hospital visit, I get a call from them to let me know about it. If I start calling too frequently then I am told to stop.

    When we do talk, the conversation is cordial, as if there is nothing wrong – as long as we stick to generalities and avoid any touchy subjects. 

    My three children – their only grandchildren – are a bone of contention. My parents have told me that the reason they don’t have a relationship with them is because of me. Apparently I need to let them all interact without my apostate self getting in the way. In other words, I need to give them my kids then leave the room.

    Now, I know the Witness playbook too well to fall for that one. I don’t want my kids to get even a whiff of indoctrination so my response to that suggestion has always been a definitive “hell, no.” 

    A few years ago my mother accepted my terms and started calling the kids with me in earshot. While my father hardly ever joined in, she called about every week for almost a year and then just suddenly stopped. We later learned that since I was involved, even in such a limited role, Witness guilt had gotten the better of her. She didn’t feel that she was being faithful to Jehovah. 

    3.

    In August of 2024 I brought my tribe with me to visit Nassau and Eleuthera. I wanted my then nine and six year old girls to get a chance to see their roots since they were now old enough to remember things. I was beyond shocked when my parents – and my sisters – said that they wanted to meet us. I was even more surprised when they showed up in broad daylight and came inside.

    These were all unprecedented actions. For Nicole that was the absolute first time that she had ever seen or talked to my wife or any of my children and for Shan it wasn’t that much better.

    The whole thing was as awkward as you could imagine. 

    I asked them if there was some Witness rule change that would allow them to meet and visit with us and with me, an apostate. They didn’t answer. I pressed further and my father said that they had made an “exception”. 

    It took me a while but I now think I know what that “exception” was all about. There is this Witness bylaw that they call “Theocratic Warfare.” It allows them to lie, deceive and bend the rules just a bit, or even talk to an apostate, if doing so would make their religion look better to outsiders. 

    The business they were likely after was removing a title card from “Ting an’ Ting” that said my kids don’t know their aunts or grandparents. So having met my children, ever so briefly, the text was removed as being inaccurate and then things promptly went back to being the way they were before. Silence from the sisters and my father, and the every-so-often calls from my mother.

    I was suckered. 

    While the few “exceptions” exhaust and annoy me, they do seem to confuse my extended non-Witness family. Mission accomplished, I guess.

    It’s led some of them to believe that maybe the thing blocking a reunion with my parents and sisters is me. While this might be true now, this was not always the case. I had long hoped that my family would find in themselves the power to break free from the Watchtower’s grasp and join me on the outside.

    This hope also goes in the other direction. In the Director’s Cut my sister Shan says that “the door is not shut [for me].” She continued, “Where there is life there is always hope and we’re always hoping for the best.” The “best” that she is referring to, and the only way that I can be a part of the family again, is for me to repent for the crime of having thoughts of my own and return to the Witnesses. 

    For over two decades then my family and I have stood on opposite sides of a ravine. Each side hoping for the other to switch. 

    I now believe that our separate and opposite hopes are delusional. 

    It’s time we all moved on. 


    Coming up next: "House Arrest and Daydreams" — I count the hidden cost of life under Jehovah’s Witness authority... and the price my family continues to pay.
  • 2: Using the ‘C’ word Responsibly

    2: Using the ‘C’ word Responsibly


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    I’m not calling Jehovah’s Witnesses a cult for the shock value. It’s just that the popular idea of what a cult is, and a huge chunk of the negative vibes that come along with that, is the best way to describe them. 

    I could go about proving they’re a cult a bunch of different ways. I could go the academic route and talk about the BITE model and discuss high-control religions who like to make end-of-the-world prophecies. I could discuss totalitarianism and how that manifests in religious structures. I could cite experts and other former members and really get into the nitty gritty and get all technical and jargony. But I won’t do any of that. 

    I’m just going to tell you what happened to me.

    1.

    The life of a Jehovah’s Witness begins only after they get baptized. In the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary, my sister Nicole says that she got baptized when she was 15. Totally her decision, she says.

    I got baptized when I was twelve.

    Photo from the day I was baptized. My father is on the right, I’m in the middle. I can’t remember who the man on the left is, but he probably gave the ‘Baptismal talk’.

    This is a big deal because before you get baptized, you’re not a real Jehovah’s Witness. You’re not even a member. You’re just affiliated. 

    For one thing, baptism makes you eligible for a lot of Witness perks. For example, my sisters could become what they call “Pioneers” — back then that was someone who put in a thousand hours a year evangelizing — and eventually I did that too.

    As a male though, I had access to more perks than they did. I got to carry the microphone in the Witness meetings, play the songs from the cassettes to start and end the services. I was even able to say prayers. Eventually, I took fuller advantage of all that maleness and became a “Ministerial Servant,” which was a crucial step up the ladder with the next rung being Elder.   

    What I didn’t think about at the time — and how could I, since I was only twelve —was that getting baptized also gave the Witnesses the power to kick me out. 

    Getting kicked out of the Witness religion was calleddisfellowshipping”. It happens via an announcement made near the end of one of their meetings. A somber looking man would go up to the podium and say “so-and-so has been disfellowshipped” and just take all the air out of the room.

    That phrase, as simple as it sounds, has crazy power. I remember a time when I was talking and laughing with someone before a meeting started – then that announcement happened for them – and when the meeting was finished I wouldn’t talk to them again. In fact, no one would. We all barely even made eye contact. 

    The not-talking part continued outside the Kingdom Hall too. Word would spread fast to all the Witnesses in Nassau and the disfellowshipped person would go from having a whole bunch of Witness friends to none at all. 

    Jehovah’s Witnesses practice shunning of former members, and disfellowshipping makes someone a former member. Witness teachings even tell parents, and siblings not to talk to their disfellowshipped family member. It’s as if the announcement killed the person on the spot. If the person grovels to the Elders — and grovels for at least a year — they may be let back into the flock but that reunion comes only after they had walked in the wilderness alone for, what to them, would have felt like an eternity. 

    2. 

    The most popular reason why people get disfellowshipped is probably for sex. Having an affair with the wrong person, like an unbeliever, or someone you’re not married to, or both. Being gay. You can even get disfellowshipped for smoking. 

    I got disfellowshipped because I stopped believing. 

    Before my crisis of conscience, I was one of the Witness’ rising stars. My dream was to go off to one of their missionary schools for single men. I was so serious I took a month off work with no pay to go convert people on another island. I was such a true true believer that at one point I didn’t think my dad was Witness enough. 

    Because I pushed the limits though, I started to see the gaps. The Watchtower said that if I did everything they told me to that I would be happy. I found out two things: it wasn’t humanly possible to do everything they demanded and no matter how much I did, I was never any happier. In fact, it was usually the opposite. The more I did the more useless and miserable I felt. I found out that the “truth” was the furthest thing from that and I reached for the exit.

    I knew though that leaving would mean death for me. I knew that once they read that announcement I would be cut off from friends, family; my parents, my sisters. I knew that I might never talk to any of them again and I would lose the only life that I had ever known. 

    Many Witnesses come to the same conclusions that I did but not everyone is prepared to make that total sacrifice. A lot of people just fade. They quiet quit. They knock on less doors. They lead a double life. I’ve talked to a few of these people over the years – they reach out in secret as if we live in Cold War era Russia and they’re avoiding the KGB. As long as they don’t get caught, the theory goes, they get to keep their family and friends and don’t become total outcasts. And believe me, in the Witness world, the Elders are the KGB.

    I knew that leaving would mean death for me. I knew that once they read that announcement I would be cut off from friends, family; my parents, my sisters.

    I never had the ability to lead a double life though, I’m just not cut out for that. It was always all-or-nothing for me. So when the elders came looking for me I was ready. There was one time I had five of them to me one and I shot them down with their own Bible. That’s when they knew I was dangerous. That’s when they knew they had to get rid of me.

    When I was finished standing up to them I went home, sat down, and cried.

    I knew what was going to happen to me in theory, but I had no idea what it was really going to be like. The announcement was coming, but it was coming for me this time.

    Once it came, I knew that in a very real sense, I would be no more. 

    3.

    I had to go down this road to find the absolute truth about what Jehovah’s Witnesses believe. And it has nothing to do with the Bible or morality or even God. When you boil it all down, Jehovah’s Witnesses have to believe whatever is currently printed in the Watchtower magazine. 

    If the Watchtower tells my dad, my mother, my sisters not to speak or have anything to do with their son, their brother who is disfellowshipped, then by damn, that is what they are going to do. 

    Now, tell me that ain’t a cult.


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    Coming up next:My Life as a Ghost” — Leaving the Witnesses brings heavy, heavy consequences ... and a whole new life. I’ll discuss my journey and where my family and I are at after 20 years of shunning.

  • 1: The Truth about the Truth 

    1: The Truth about the Truth 


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    I was one of them.

    I was a Jehovah’s Witness yes, but I was even more than that. I was what you would call a true true believer. To convert people to this religion I learned to speak fluent Haitian, I even did missionary work in the Abacos and Great Harbour Cay. Maybe I knocked on your door one Saturday morning with a broad smile holding a Watchtower magazine in my hand asking you about something deep, like ‘why do people die?’ 

    Maybe you slammed the door in my face.

    It’s not like I can blame you. I realize now that Saturday mornings are not the time and your front porch is not the place for those kinds of conversations. If that was me back then, I sincerely apologize. You have to understand that, at the time, that was all I knew. I was probably out there every week, barring sickness, since I could fit into a stroller. 

    I’m not the only one either. My whole family is so deeply steeped in this religion there isn’t a single part of us that isn’t stained. 

    As with most things in our family, it started with Dad. He’s the only one of us with a real conversion story. If you watched the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary about him, you heard him talk about how his yearning for God started. One day while he was out painting and listening to the radio it struck him that there was so much beauty in front of him and on his canvas but so much ugly on the news. His desire to reconcile the two realities led him to the Witnesses, and they helped him understand the Bible for the first time.

    This answered his burning questions, something that he says he didn’t get from the Anglican Church that he grew up in. Everything began to fit for him. My Mom soon joined him in his Bible studies and they were baptized into the religion in 1974 and we, the children, naturally followed along.

    1.

    When he became a Witness, Eddie Minnis – my father, was already a Bahamian icon and fast approaching the apex of his powers. He was a firmly established artist, having painted all over Nassau in his trademarked cherry red Volkswagen van. The new Prime Minister, Lynden Pindling, was attending his exhibitions and even buying pieces.

    The daily editorial cartoon was a concept that he imported from abroad and made wholly Bahamian. He called his creation “Pot Luck” and it ran in the Nassau Guardian newspaper. It had become so popular that, in a few short years, it was driving sales of the paper. 

    He was also playing the lead character in “The Fergusons of Farm Road” – only the most popular Bahamian soap opera ever – which at the time, was still on ZNS radio.

    He used the popularity of the Fergusons to launch, what was to pretty much everyone, a very unlikely music career. His first hit “Miss Lye,” performed by Kenny and the Beach Boys, was a song about the villain and the most popular character from the show.

    He parlayed that success into a working partnership with Ronnie Butler, the biggest, baddest musician in the country and they had just released the hit “Our Love Is Gonna Make It” – with Ronnie on vocals in 1973. 

    To an outside observer it appeared that my father had the Midas touch and he probably had more power and influence than anyone in the country save the new PM. But as someone described by those who knew him as neither religious nor spiritual, he seemed the person least likely to have a religious epiphany much less undergo a radical conversion. 

    But he did. 

    What did he see in the Jehovah’s Witnesses that would make him trade in his dashiki for a suit and tie and go out regularly in the hot sun hawking Watchtowers? 

    He thought that he had found the “truth”.  

    Now, Witness beliefs are their own separate rabbit hole, but to get a basic grasp of the religion, there are only a few things that you have to know. 

    • 1. Jehovah’s Witnesses really do call their religion the “truth” and believe that they are God’s chosen people. They believe that their interpretation of the Bible comes straight from God through the Witness higher-ups. While this isn’t that much different than what most religions say, Witnesses take it very seriously. They are the one true religion and everyone else is wrong.
    • 2. The end of the world is always just around the corner and when all is said and done there will only be Jehovah’s Witnesses left. This is because on judgment day God is going to kill everyone who isn’t a Witness.
    • 3. Witnesses knock on your door because they don’t want God to kill you. Your only chance to survive Armageddon is to become a Jehovah’s Witness. So every time you slam that door in their face remember that you are giving God one more reason to kill you. 
    • 4. The prize Witnesses promise for surviving Armageddon is life in a Paradise Earth

    Witness literature like the Watchtower and the Awake! and their countless books are jam-packed with pictures of Paradise. They show you little children playing with lions, lions playing with lambs, people of all stripes, colours and ethnicities mingling in peace and harmony.

    Paradise would be a world with only Jehovah’s Witnesses, and as such it would also be a planet with no war, no sickness and even no death. Long dead loved ones who didn’t have a chance to be converted to the Witness faith would come back to life and then have the chance to learn their theology alongside Biblical legends like Moses and Enoch. 

    Make it there, and you would live forever.  

    2.

    The early 1970s were no ordinary time in the history of the Witnesses. The organization was seeing huge year-over-year increases in membership as followers were putting in maximum effort to convert as many people as possible. There are stories from around the world of people putting off surgeries, dropping out of school, selling their homes and putting everything in their life on hold. This was because Jehovah’s Witnesses believed and actively taught people that the end of the world was coming in 1975

    So not only had my father found the “truth”, but he had found it just in the nick of time! 

    Jehovah’s Witnesses believed and taught that the end of the world was coming in 1975. 

    This truth did not come cheap though. He had to give up a lot to embrace this new faith. If you watched the documentary you might think that the only thing he had to do was cut off his beard. It was so much more than that. 

    He started knocking on doors, which must have been a humiliating process for him. He wasn’t an anonymous figure in Nassau anymore, he was a celebrity. He had overcome so much scorn for painting on the side of the road and now he had to do it all over again for passing out Watchtower literature. I can imagine people excited to find Eddie Minnis at their doorstep souring by the minute when they realized what he was really there for. 

    In addition to all the preaching, he had to go to 5 hour-long meetings a week at the Kingdom Hall. He tried to convert his friends and relatives to his new faith and pushed many of them away. He had to give up celebrating Christmas, Easter, birthdays, and even Mother’s Day. And this was only the beginning, because his painting and his art gradually transformed from his passion into a means to an end, as in his words, he spent “most of his time” in the Witness preaching work. 

    You may be thinking though that we’re now in the year two thousand and twenty-five. 1975 came and went and this wicked old world didn’t go nowhere. Armageddon didn’t happen, yet Eddie Minnis remained a Witness. For another 50 years.

    To understand the reason he stayed in the religion long past that great disappointment brings me to the last thing that you have to know about Jehovah’s Witnesses:

    • 5. They’re a cult.

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    Coming up next:Using the ‘C’ Word Responsibly” — Yeah, damn right I called them a cult. Next week, I'm going to unpack some deep personal trauma to show you why.
  • Intro: Closet Full of Bones to Pick

    Intro: Closet Full of Bones to Pick

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    A movie just came out about my family and I got about a billion bones to pick with it.

    My sisters are in it, my mother is in it. Hell, I’m even in it. But it’s really about my dad, the legendary Eddie Minnis. Yes, THE Eddie Minnis. The iconic Bahamian fine artist, cartoonist, singer and songwriter. It’s called “Ting an’ Ting”, and it’s directed by Kevin Taylor, executive produced by Edgar Seligman. You can Google them.

    It premiered at the Bahamas International Film Festival (BIFF) over the 2024 Christmas holidays and to put it bluntly, in its current form, I want nothing to do with it.

    I dead serious. 

    I’ve asked the director, my dad, and the executive producer of the thing to cut me out of it and they have all, so far, refused. “The movie finish” is basically their line.

    Last week, I even dropped a press release about why I want to be taken out of this film. But a press release has to be short. It can’t possibly hope to contain all the backstory, all the nuance, all the tea that I need to spill to make you understand where I’m coming from. 

    You ever been quiet about something so long that when you finally get tired and fed up and have to start saying what’s on your chest that you can’t stop? Well, that’s where I am right now. I’m standing in front of this massive walk-in closet full of rotten old skeletons and wondering which one I need to air out first. 

    Let me start with this: There was another version of this movie that I wish you could see, let’s call it the “Director’s Cut.” When Kevin came to me in 2023 about this project I asked him if he was sure he wanted me of all people to be in this movie. I am Ward Minnis, Eddie Minnis’ son, but I am also the black sheep of the family. Don’t believe me? Go to his website and try to find me. Go on, I’ll wait.

    I’m standing in front of this walk-in closet full of rotten old skeletons and wondering which one I need to air out first. 

    Eddie Minnis and Family” has come to mean “Eddie Minnis and daughters and even son-in-law” – this might be the first time you even heard that he has a son. It might surprise you even more to know that I also paint. That I am also a writer, an actor, and a bunch of other artistic things; but we’ll get to that later. 

    So why am I on the outs with my people? What did I do that was so evil that I needed to be scrubbed out of the Minnis family record on the website, then kept against my will in the documentary? Well, that’s the thing that’s in the Director’s Cut that I wish you could see. That version goes into their religion, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and the fact that he raised all of his children, including me, in that religion. And then, when I turned twenty-five, I left.

    Yes, I left the Jehovah’s Witnesses and I been catching hell for it ever since. 

    That version of the documentary isn’t perfect either but at least it was honest. This one, the one that you might have seen at BIFF, is by contrast a joke. I’m still there talking about my ‘artist’s journey’ and of course the movie is still about Dad and you get a bunch of that. But, for me, the thing that mattered most to me, my pain and the cross that I bear daily got reduced to a single title card. 

    Now you might say, why did you want to be in this movie anyway? You should have said no from the beginning. And you know what? You are absolutely right. I should have listened to you and I should have listened to my wife who told me the exact same thing from jump street. But I hard-headed and I didn’t listen and if I didn’t see that Director’s Cut I would say that I deserved what I got.

    But, I did see it. And it was good. Then everything that made it good was ripped out of it. Now its only purpose is to be a vehicle to glorify my old man. 

    My father is in that phase of his career, let’s call it the twilight, where people want to give him his flowers while he’s alive. The “Ting an’ Ting” movie went from being a thoughtful consideration of him and his life into what these things always end up as – an extended chorus of “How Great Thou Art“. And good for him.

    That isn’t the reason that I want out though, because don’t get me wrong, he is great and legendary and all those other adjectives too.

    The main reason I want out is because the released version makes Jehovah’s Witnesses seem like a normal religion. 

    And I am here to tell you why that just ain’t so.


    Here’s the deal: I’m not going to do this all in one go. I’m going to break it up into episodes. I’ve done picked out the seven juiciest most rancid skeletons in that walk-in closet and every week from now till I’m done I’m going to dissect a different one, bone by bone, and piece by piece and give you the full report. 

    I’m going to give you what you haven’t gotten from the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary or any other thing you have read or seen about my family, which is a full examination of them as Jehovah’s Witnesses as only an insider outsider like me could do.

    To do this, I’m going to have to go deep and of course this involves me telling a lot of my own story too. We’ll be talking about art, some history, a bunch of cultural criticism and a whole boatload of tea. 

    I’m going to give you a full examination of my family as Jehovah’s Witnesses as only an insider outsider like me could do.

    It’s about the Minnis family but trust that a lot of people you know will be catching strays or direct shots too. This is our family story but it is also a deeply Bahamian story. This is where we start, but I think you’ll be surprised where we going to end up. 

    You coming? 


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    Coming up next: I go back to when this whole thing started for my family, as I take out the first skeleton: "The Truth about the Truth."

  • Ward Minnis Seeks Removal from Father’s Documentary, Plans Artistic Response

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    [September 12, 2025] – Ward Minnis, son of famous artist, cartoonist, singer and song-writer Eddie Minnis, has formally requested to be removed from the “Ting an’ Ting” documentary film about his father. Minnis’ desire to be removed from the film is caused by editorial changes that he says violate his original agreement with the filmmakers.

    Despite initial assurances from the producer that his request would be considered, no action has been taken in over nine months to address his concerns. In response he has prepared an expansive artistic experience to tell his side of the story that is set to begin Tuesday, September 16th.

    Ward Minnis, son of Eddie Minnis, at his home in Ontario, Canada. Photo by Shiemaa Khogali-Minnis

    Minnis originally agreed to participate in the documentary after discussions with director Kevin Taylor in August 2023. Minnis was transparent about the strained relationship with his family due to religious differences and was assured that this aspect of the story would be given appropriate screen time. However, following last-minute edits—reportedly made at the request of Eddie Minnis, his father—Minnis’s narrative was significantly altered, only including an “artist’s journey” and omitting the deeper conflict that was central to his participation, reducing what was a thoughtful discussion of the issues to a single title card. 

    “The version of the film I saw and approved in June 2024 more accurately reflected my experiences,” said Minnis. “But the final release, which premiered at BIFF in December 2024, removed critical elements of my story, misrepresenting the truth in a way that benefits my father’s narrative rather than presenting an honest portrayal.”

    Since the film’s release Minnis has repeatedly requested removal from the film, first addressing his concerns with the director, Kevin Taylor and then with his father, and later with executive producer Edgar Seligman, who initially appeared cooperative but has since taken no action.

    “The current version of Ting an’ Ting is not what I agreed to, and it disregards my wishes,” Minnis stated. “Given the continued inaction, I am making my request public: I ask the filmmakers to remove me from this documentary immediately.”

    In response to the misrepresentation of his story in the documentary Ward has prepared an expansive artistic experience to tell his side of the story set to begin on Tuesday, September 16th.

    Minnis remains open to dialogue and will continue to push for the ethical resolution of this matter, but in the meantime, he has produced a full artistic response to the documentary, set to debut next week, that will tell his side of the story and go into depth about his relationship with his family and their relationship with Jehovah’s Witnesses. 

    “If you want a job done right, do it yourself” says Minnis. “Through my unfortunate experience with this film I have learned that I need to tell my own story, in my own way.” Minnis’ artistic response to the film will be simultaneously published on Facebook and on his website MentalSlavery.com with aspects of the experience touching multiple social media he says. 

    For media inquiries, please get in touch with Ward Minnis by using the MentalSlavery.com contact form.