A Catholic Tradition We Could Lose: Bingo
Encouraging compulsive gambling isn't a healthy way to raise parish funds.
BY: Jean Raber
I'm a Catholic, but there's one time-honored Catholic tradition I don't believe in: bingo night at the parish hall. No one has called me a heretic, but I have been called a killjoy by other Catholics I know.
“What's your problem?” they ask. “It's just harmless fun for the oldsters, and you couldn't run some parishes without it."
I think it's time to challenge these assumptions.
Bingo is not harmless
A 2004 study by the Texas Lottery Commission noted that the typical church bingo player is a white woman in her 60s who earns $24,000 a year at most but spends $101 per bingo night—not exactly chump change.
The study confirms what your own eyes will tell you if you look around your parish hall on bingo night: a sea of older ladies who are by no means expensively dressed. So you've got to wonder: Are these retirees and widows living on fixed incomes really the people your parish wants to feed off? When the average parish family with a member or two in the workforce contributes less than $10 per week to the collection basket?
And for some of these old folks, bingo isn't just entertainment; it's an addiction. As one church bingo regular told the Santa Fe New Mexican last year, "If you've got a gambling problem, what better place to be but dollar bingo? And I'd sooner see people donate that money [to the church] than go to the casino."
Never mind that a compulsive gambler’s family might actually wish that he or she would go to a 12-step program. Furthermore, the operators of parish bingo games may not always be able to spot the players who shouldn't be at the table. (Hint: As the granddaughter of a compulsive gambler, I can tell you that the gambling addict is usually the one sitting in the corner by himself craving the adrenaline rushes afforded by big wins and losses—it doesn’t matter which—and thinking up ways to raise a stake for the next game by, say, selling all of grandma’s clothes.)
And now that bingo has come to broadcast television via ABC's National Bingo Night, an "interactive" show in which viewers can download bingo cards on their computers and play for prizes at home, I'm even more perturbed. Although (unlike church bingo) National Bingo Night doesn't charge to play, it could whet addicts' appetite for the highs and lows of bingo elsewhere. Gambling regulators in many states, including the Michigan State Gaming Board in my own state, do not require charitable bingo operators to have any special training in spotting or helping compulsive gamblers.
Besides harming people, parish-sponsored bingo also harms the reputation of the Catholic Church, especially among other Christians who regard any form of gambling as a serious sin and can be scandalized by the church's indulgent attitude toward bingo. When the news broke that William Bennett, the Reagan administration drug czar and author of numerous books promoting virtue, had lost an estimated $8 million in high-stakes gambling, Bennett, a lifelong Catholic, told the Washington Post that his habit had started with "church bingo." That revelation prompted articles like this one in the Baptist Standard :
"Bennett's gambling incident reveals a distinction between most Roman Catholics and millions of other people of faith. Bennett grew up around gambling in Catholic bingo halls and never looked at it as a 'moral issue,' he [Bennett] explained..Most Baptists and other conservative Christians view it as a moral evil."
How much fun is bingo, really?
A beloved and recently deceased neighbor of mine, who would have been 75 this month, played bingo at our parish now and then.
“I don’t care about it really,” she’d say, “I just buy a few cards and run up there to talk with the gals I don’t see very often."
What my neighbor really liked to do was share her energy and warmth with other people. She knitted lap robes for a nursing home, made cookies for the library’s summer reading program, kept a big garden whose bounty she shared, and always had a cup of coffee ready if you needed a break in your day.
All of these activities could have been translated by our parish into organized programs for our members. But no—we have no time for that kind of thing. We have a bingo operation to run. I can only imagine how vibrant our parish might be were energy like that of my neighbor to be tapped instead of zapped with bingo.
Parishes don't need bingo
Anybody involved with a church bingo operation knows it requires a fair amount time and energy to start up. And once created, bingo does not sit quietly in a corner making money for parish needs.