It was Flavor-Aid. Grape.
A guy who was having dinner with a bunch of friends from his office as a last grand hurrah before the layoff asked me to look it up so he could serve something with the appropriate gallows humor. I found it in a back issue of The New Yorker, in an article about Jones's surviving sons who were away from the settlement at the time of the massacre.
That you would even suggest that political opposition to George W. Bush is the equivalent of lynching defenseless black men in the middle of the night is indicative of partisan derangement, not wit.
Laugh it up.