My Article In On Polygamy And Marriage Rights

I originally wrote this article on on April 13th of this month. While much has been said about marriage equality recently I thought it was time for us to share our thoughts about the topic.

Lately, the debate about gay marriage has led to many conversations about what makes a marriage and who can have one. It’s an interesting question for me because I’m married to three women. I’ve written a book about our family, and my wives have appeared on “Oprah.” We weren’t always this open; for years we lived in secrecy and shame – afraid that people would find out, afraid of losing jobs and friendships. But we grew tired of the silence, and it became our mission to help people understand our way of life. Recent stories have wondered if the acceptance of gay marriage could lead to a better understanding of polygamy. I don’t know the answer – but I certainly hope so.

Plural marriage, as we call it, has always been a part of my life. From an early age, I understood my family was part of a peculiar group trying to live according to old Mormon ways. Both my grandfathers went to prison for polygamy, and I grew up hearing stories of their sacrifice for the “Principle.” We lived in a middle-class area of Salt Lake City, where most of our neighbors were mainstream Mormons (the church banned polygamy more than 100 years ago), and church representatives would show up and try to convert my father. All he had to say was “polygamy,” and they were gone.

At the time, my dad only had one wife, but everyone knew we were different because we didn’t attend Sunday services at the local LDS Church. When I was 13, my dad took a second wife — and I really started to feel like an alien. Some neighbors refused to let their children come to our house or play with us. In time, we were no longer welcomed at church functions. I entered junior high scared that my friends would find out. I was always ready for a fight to protect myself from rude comments.

On the rare occasions someone saw my other mom, she was my “aunt.” I never invited friends over or talked about my family until I was sure I could trust them. I figured if I stayed cool enough and popular enough, I could keep the secret hidden. In high school, I was captain of the football team and wrestled on the varsity team. I still wasn’t sure I wanted a plural marriage, though. I wasn’t convinced it was right for me.

During the summer of 1987, I noticed two girls always hanging around together. Vicki and Alina were cousins, raised in plural families, and they often “happened” to show up at my family gatherings. It became clear that both of them were interested in me. Rather than compete for my attention, they joined forces and pursued me as a team. When I realized they were willing to date me at the same time, with the possibility of a plural marriage, I was scared. I had college in front of me. I knew how difficult it could be to court two women at once.

Even in our culture, it was unusual. Men would usually marry one wife, establish a family, and prove themselves before they married a second. I was overwhelmed dealing with the inevitable jealousy and complexities of starting out such a relationship. In addition, we worried about the legal ramifications of making such a step: who to make the legal wife and how to perform the marriage and who to announce it to. What about the jealousy issues? What about the legal ramifications? I prayed for guidance. Ultimately, I knew I would not be happy unless I lived according to my conscience and pursued what I felt to be God’s highest commandments. It would be a challenge, but Vicki, Alina and I were ready for it. We dated for two years, building trust and trying to figure it all out.

Ultimately I fell in love with both of them. I knew I could never choose between them. I loved them each deeply. As consenting adults, we made a choice to start a family together. In 1990, I legally married Alina. I also married Vicki that same day in a religious ceremony that was not recognized by the state. Ten years later, at the urging of Alina and Vicki, I married Vicki’s twin sister Valerie as a third wife.

In the past five years, shows like “Big Love” and “Sister Wives” have helped to humanize relationships like ours. Those shows could have been cheap and exploitative, but they manage to dig into the nuance of the relationships and illustrate how the marriage is about much more than sex, power and control. It’s about family, and ours is complex, each wife bringing her own personality to the dynamic. Vicki is analytical and deliberate. She likes creative dates and needs plenty of quality one-on-one time with me. She’s also the peacemaker. Alina comes from a boisterous family and is strong-willed and assertive. For her, nothing expresses more love than acts of service, such as when I take over her Sunday breakfast duties when she isn’t feeling well or replace a broken fan in her room without being asked. She is funny, and gets along great with the teens. Val is a great listener. She wants affirmation of my love through physical touch, holding hands, hugs and kisses. I would also add that Val is patient and nurturing in her relationships. Among us, we have 24 children. It’s a big love, all right.

But those two shows also capture the fears and challenges faced by plural families: the need for constant hiding, the fear of repercussions at our jobs and from the authorities – all of which we have experienced, too. I worked at a building supply company where I did well, becoming one of the youngest managers in the company to run my own store. But I once lost a lucrative contract because a competitor “outed me.” I was asked to leave a volunteer organization I loved when they discovered my background; it was heartbreaking to be cut loose like that. As a little league coach, my team made it to the championship game year after year. When a new coaching position opened up, I was a front contender. But then came the call: There had been a controversy because of my religious practice. The job would be given to another.

The final straw came in 2001. My 5-month-old daughter Kyra had died at home. An autopsy would reveal she had a heart defect. The state began a routine investigation. But as the investigation dragged on, we became aware that our polygamous family name brought us into suspicion. Did they think we were religious extremists? Or that we neglected her medical care? Alina had a lot of self doubts, but we knew we were not guilty of anything they were alleging except polygamy, which we never did admit to them, either.

An investigator from Child Protective Services came to our house and questioned our children about how they were disciplined, if they felt safe at home and if they ever went to the doctor. Our children are happy and well-adjusted; they play sports and take music lessons, just like other children, and it was unthinkable that we would do anything to harm any of them. It took three agonizing months for child services to close the case.

I was angry and vowed to do everything in my power to save other plural families from going through that pain. Kyra’s death would not be in vain.

I could see that fear and ignorance were the enemy. So I began to meet with state agencies to help them understand what plural families really were like. I joined a non-profit advocacy group called Utah Children. That led to an invitation to serve on Utah Children’s Polygamy Study Group subcommittee. I also visited editorial boards of several Utah newspapers to convince them to stop painting polygamists with a broad brush. All my life, my motto had been “neither confirm nor deny.” It felt good to be open. My wives and I continued to work behind the scenes — educating social workers, state agencies and police officers about our culture and moving toward decriminalization of polygamy. We were making good progress.

Then, in 2006, Warren Jeffs, the leader of the FLDS church that practices polygamy, was placed on the FBI’s “Ten Most Wanted” list. I watched with abhorrence as his brand of forced religion – his child brides and abuse – came to define my faith and my family.

I knew we needed to give our own side of the story, but legal threats loomed. Vicki, Alina and Valerie agreed to interviews on “Larry King Live” and “Oprah” using aliases, but I stayed in the shadows. Simply purporting to be married to Vicki and Valerie is a third-degree felony in Utah. It’s more serious in state code than an assault, lewdness involving a child, negligent homicide, DUI with injury and theft — all of which are class-A misdemeanors.

Living with the constant threat of prosecution has created terrible isolation and fear in polygamous communities. I believe that fear of government allowed someone like Jeffs to use the law as a tool to manipulate others into silence.

Eventually, I’d had enough. In the fall of 2011, we published a book, “Love Times Three: Our True Story of a Polygamous Marriage.” There was no going back. The story of my three wives and 24 children was public information. That moment was both terrifying and liberating. I could not control what people thought of me, but I no longer could allow fear to dictate how I behaved. I could declare my true self without hiding. It was a revelation.

And now, the gay marriage debate has turned the spotlight back on us. It’s been fascinating to watch both sides strike out against polygamy. Some conservatives argue against gay marriage because it could be a “slippery slope” to polygamy — therefore abandoning their platform of limited government and calling for yet another law of government intervention. On the opposite side of the aisle, many liberals call for acceptance of gay marriage but claim that polygamy cannot be good for women and their rights, therefore it should remain illegal — thus abandoning their belief in a woman’s right to choose.

As for me, I just don’t want anyone telling me who I can or cannot love. Nor do I want to dictate that for someone else. Perhaps injecting government into the business of marriage is what is wrong in the first place. That is why I won’t be petitioning them for a marriage license, but I will continue to petition them for decriminalization, my freedoms and full rights as a citizen.

I respect any consenting adult’s right to marry whomever they want. Can you ever respect mine?

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4 Responses to My Article In On Polygamy And Marriage Rights

  1. Jae says:

    I’m a gay man in the UK, fighting for my own right to marry the person I love. I also have a deep interest in the history and theology of the Latter-day Saint movement. I’ve followed your blog since you released your book and I just wanted to say I most certainly support your right to marry as you see fit without fear of persecution.

    Keep up the good work!

  2. Linda says:

    I’m second wife and we are Christians, we love each other and our first wife and i are proud to have a genuine husband who is following the way of God, there must not be fear of people judgement and our family is standing for the Truth. I didn’t grow in a plural family and i didn’t ever think it can happen for, but the love i have for my husband made me change my mind and i believe God blessed me. Why should we hide when gays who are led by evil are proudly walking in the streets leading this world to disaster. We will fight till the end for our rights and nobody can bring us down because our love is an insuperable power. Just keep on the same way. Good luck and geetings to your wives

  3. Martina Jarminder says:

    You have to applaud this level of clarity and consequential thinking. Freedom is freedom. You sir, are bona fide…
    Watched some youtube clips of you and your family and am frankly a little horrified at the lack of respect that some people show you. Doesn’t matter your opinion, people should be treated with a certain respect… It’s strangely reminiscent of the way people used to talk to gays and sometimes still do. An unexpected parallel. Thank you for reminding me to open my mind, challenge my prejudices and that acceptance is not a one way street. Peace.

  4. LJ says:

    Hey there: As a transsexual man in a legal marriage that has a complicated history, I totally support expanding the marriage laws to include you. I just wanted you to know that a lot of us within the LGBT movement feel left behind by the “marriage equality machine” as well. It’s basically acting as shorthand, in the media and among the “moveable middle” as a way to increase acceptability for wealthier, mostly white, masculine acting gay men.

    But it seems to me like rights are on shaky ground when a community tries to get them by arguing 1) that we’re really just like you, just a bit different and 2) That you should give us our rights because you like us. I want my rights because I was born with them. Just the same as any other person. Asking you for my rights implies that they’re yours to give. And when a group tries for forward movement by saying “we’re just like you”, then they’re basically saying that everyone not like them can be left behind.

    A lot of poor LGBT people, gay people of color, people in the community with disabilities, and so on have been pushed even further to the margins by the way marriage equality is playing out. No one has to like me, but I want the right to be myself freely. And I think you deserve that too.

    The day this really hit home to me was when I was talking to a straight friend of mine. She too is hoping for further expansion of the definition of family in the law. She says even if she ever got married again, she still has her best straight female friend. The two of them want the right to be able to make all the decisions for each other, because their bond & trust is much stronger.

    America needs to stop worrying so much about destruction supposedly coming from things like what’s between the legs of the number of people getting married to each other. Of course, controlling people’s bodies has always been easier than focusing on real issues like job growth, keeping our environment functional, and making our educational system really better. Those things take actual work, not just shouting and moralizing to look good.

    Anyway, that’s my long winded way of saying a lot of folks think you ought to be able to marry. And that we’re getting shafted, even by our own.

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