The Road to Jonestown by Jeff Guinn
Review by Elleanore Vance As an 80's baby I heard the phrase "Dont Drink the Kool-Aid" before I went to school. The older I got the more I learned that the phrase had something to do with a preacher who convinced a bunch of people to end their lives as a political statement. Then I saw the Heaven's Gate news coverage like everyone else. I had a very Webster's Dictionary understanding of what a cult was and how it worked. In my youth it wasn't really a line of inquiry I had any interst in pursuing. I was 16 or 17 before I heard the name Jim Jones. I would be 21 before I would learn his first People's Temple had been across the street from my apartment building at 10th and Delaware in Indianapolis. But this story doesn't start in Indianapolis. It starts in a little hole in the wall Indiana township called Crete, just east of Lynn on Highway 36; just south of Spartanburg as the crow flies. This light in the cornfields is where Little Jim Jones was b...