Tradition
Three, 12x12, pages 139-142
“The only requirement for A.A. membership
is a desire to stop drinking.”
THIS Tradition is packed with meaning. For A.A. is really
saying to every serious drinker, “You are an A.A. member
if you say so. You can declare yourself in; nobody can keep
you out. No matter who you are, no matter how low you've
gone, no matter how grave your emotional complications
—even your crimes—we still can't deny you A.A. We don't
want to keep you out. We aren't a bit afraid you'll harm us,
never mind how twisted or violent you may be. We just
want to be sure that you get the same great chance for sobriety that we've had. So you're an A.A. member the minute
you declare yourself.”
To establish this principle of membership took years of
harrowing experience. In our early time, nothing seemed so
fragile, so easily breakable as an A.A. group. Hardly an alcoholic we approached paid any attention; most of those
who did join us were like flickering candles in a windstorm.
Time after time, their uncertain flames blew out and couldn't be relighted. Our unspoken, constant thought was
“Which of us may be the next?”
A member gives us a vivid glimpse of those days. “At
one time,” he says, “every A.A. group had many membership rules. Everybody was scared witless that something or
somebody would capsize the boat and dump us all back into the drink. Our Foundation office*
asked each group to
send in its list of 'protective' regulations. The total list was a
mile long. If all those rules had been in effect everywhere,
nobody could have possibly joined A.A. at all, so great was
the sum of our anxiety and fear.
“We were resolved to admit nobody to A.A.. but that
hypothetical class of people we termed 'pure alcoholics.'
Except for their guzzling, and the unfortunate results thereof, they could have no other complications. So beggars,
tramps, asylum inmates, prisoners, queers, plain crackpots,
and fallen women were definitely out. Yes sir, we'd cater
only to pure and respectable alcoholics! Any others would
surely destroy us. Besides, if we took in those odd ones,
what would decent people say about us? We built a fine mesh fence right around A.A.
“Maybe this sounds comical now. Maybe you think we
oldtimers were pretty intolerant. But I can tell you there
was nothing funny about the situation then. We were grim
because we felt our lives and homes were threatened, and
that was no laughing matter. Intolerant, you say? Well, we
were frightened. Naturally, we began to act like most everybody does when afraid. After all, isn't fear the true basis
of intolerance? Yes, we were intolerant.”
How could we then guess that all those fears were to
prove groundless? How could we know that thousands of
these sometimes frightening people were to make astonishing recoveries and become our greatest workers and intimate friends? Was it credible that A.A. was to have a divorce rate far lower than average? Could we then foresee
that troublesome people were to become our principal
teachers of patience and tolerance? Could any then imagine
a society which would include every conceivable kind of
character, and cut across every barrier of race, creed, politics, and language with ease?
Why did A.A. finally drop all its membership regulations? Why did we leave it to each newcomer to decide
himself whether he was an alcoholic and whether he should
join us? Why did we dare to say, contrary to the experience
of society and government everywhere, that we would neither punish nor deprive any A.A. of membership, that we
must never compel anyone to pay anything, believe anything, or conform to anything?
The answer, now seen in Tradition Three, was simplicity itself. At last experience taught us that to take away any
alcoholic's full chance was sometimes to pronounce his
death sentence, and often to condemn him to endless misery. Who dared to be judge, jury, and executioner of his
own sick brother?
As group after group saw these possibilities, they finally
abandoned all membership regulations. One dramatic experience after another clinched this determination until it
became our universal tradition.
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