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  • 11/2023

by Karen Feld

Leo Ryan
Leo Ryan

Leo Ryan’s intellectual curiosity, introspection and a desire to perceive the harsh realities of life first-hand led the late Congressman to Guyana 45 years ago. This Thanksgiving week memory seems like yesterday. I spent much of the last evening of the 95th session of Congress in 1978 with the Democrat from Northern California. It was his final night in Washington before he would head back home and then, several weeks later, embark on his fact-finding trip to Jonestown, Guyana.

We talked over a relaxed dinner at an intimate downtown bistro in D.C. and later in his office where, between votes on the House floor, we shared a little brandy – the Spanish brand, Fundador, Ryan’s favorite – to celebrate the imminent Congressional recess.

It was to be an all-night session of Congress. Most members were anxious to adjourn and return to their districts for hectic campaigning in the few weeks remaining before the off-year election. Ryan, for his part, was so confident about holding his San Mateo, California congressional seat that his main concern was his post-election journey to a remote part of Guyana, searching out the truth about Jonestown.

It was this same intellectual curiosity and insatiable appetite for experiencing the unfamiliar — to see the truth for himself, however unpleasant the sight might be — that had persuaded Ryan to give up his safe academic career for the hurly-burly of politics; to don clown makeup on one occasion and enter the circus arena as a tramp; to work as a high school teacher in Watts after the riots; to voluntarily spend eight days behind bars in Folsom’s maximum-security prison; and finally, to lead an investigative mission to a primitive South American country where a controversial American religious sect, the Peoples Temple, had established a community in exile.

While most of his colleagues preferred junkets to more glamorous destinations (Tokyo was the favorite during this particular recess), Ryan was not at all averse to roughing it. A loner by temperament, he had to see Jim Jones’ settlement firsthand — and he would die in the process.

Intent of visit

As a friend and journalist for the Congressional newspaper, Roll Call, I knew Ryan well during his six years in Congress and followed his activities in both California and Washington. He was keenly sensitive to everyone, especially the underprivileged. Sometimes his bluntness rubbed people the wrong way.

Certainly no one could have dissuaded him from making the trek to Guyana short of predicting the unimaginable — the airport ambush and mass suicides. He wanted to verify personally the “deplorable’’ conditions at Jonestown, where Jones’ cult followers were supposedly being subjected to mental and physical abuse.

The last evening we talked, Ryan drew parallels between his observations during his self-imposed stay in Folsom Prison in 1970 and what he had heard about conditions in Jonestown, where the relatives of many Californians were allegedly being held against their will.

Following his stay in Folsom, Ryan wrote a play about his newfound “friends’’ in that dark, different world, and he gave me a copy of his unproduced script. Ryan titled it “A Small Piece of Sky’’ — a metaphor for the hope that each prisoner feels on viewing his life as though seen from the bottom of a deep well. Anticipating the worst in Jonestown — though not, of course the very worst — Ryan told me that he wanted to sit down at his typewriter –those were before the days of computers– on his return and write a sequel.

Imprisonment, he implied, comes in various guises, and one can be as damaging as another. The years since have revealed that truth whether in Gaza, the pandemic lockdown or a victim of developmental trauma and abuse. 

In the foreword to the play, Ryan wrote of Folsom: “I did meet many men who have become members of a subculture that is both distinct and unknown to the rest of America. It is also a violent subculture . . . This play is about those men, and others like them. Society was their victim and so they are now inside the walls. But unless we change that system, we will be their victim again. Where does it end? . . . How shall we end it?’’

That’s what Leo Ryan was all about, always looking, always questioning, always seeking his own answers. His fierce independence lit his path from California to Washington, as it lit his mission to Guyana.  This had nothing to do with partisan politics.

Nation shocked

That light went out when violence erupted on the edge of the jungle, plunging all of Jonestown into unspeakable darkness. Shocking the nation, the congressman’s murder reflected the “other world’’ he had wanted so profoundly to describe.

Since 1978, the mass suicide of Heaven’s Gate members and the fiery tragedy in Waco, Texas of the Branch Davidians in 1993 opened American eyes briefly to the subculture of the enforced religious regimentation in our own country. There are still thousands of “cults” operating in the U.S., many under the radar. But this pales against the dreadful assassination of an elected official, an American hero, innocently seeking information to comfort his hometown constituents.

But few knew that just a few years before Ryan was slain in Guyana by members of the People’s Temple he lost his nephew to another cult, a personal tragedy felt deeply by the Ryan family. That’s what prompted him to delve into and investigate the whole phenomenon of pseudo-religions, that led him to Jonestown.  

Today, following the pandemic and in an era of intense political divisiveness and bitterness, it’s easy to forget politicians of yesteryear, many who acted on passion for the betterment of the country rather than just following the money to re-election and self-serving power.  

Are the lessons of Guyana forgotten?  Lessons we learned from inhumane acts and bravery of one public servant who received the Congressional Gold Medal posthumously. Let’s hope not. Let’s hope that his memory will keep the awareness and dangers of cults alive to protect others whose free will is dominated by fear and guilt.


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