One of the most difficult things for any Survivor to do is to publicly accuse their abuser. Such action usually follows a long period of personal struggle about what repercussions such action will have on both the Survivor's family and on the abuser. One of the most successful tactics that the Catholic Church Hierarchy uses in such situations is to deny knowledge of any other allegations against the offending cleric, which has the effect of leaving the Survivor feeling as if they alone and friendless, and thus are responsible for the destruction of the good and holy cleric and his Church. The Catholic Church Hierarchy depends on this.
They will be subtle in their approach by demeaning and degrading the Survivor, by calling into question his/her mental state and thus causing the isolated Survivor to lose their dignity and self-respect. Sadly, many Survivors have committed suicide under the strain of court cases with the attendant personal attacks they have been subjected to and the daunting task of taking on such a well funded organisation as the Catholic Church.
Many Survivors who are brave enough to proceed to a court case soon discover that the Catholic Church Hierarchy has a long history of ignoring or suppressing previous complaints, secret payments of hush-money and a practice of destroying any and all evidence. We Survivors who are up to the task, must step up the fight against the Catholic Church's deliberate isolation of Survivors.
I have been pursuing a High Court action in Ireland against Diarmuid Martin, Archbishop Of Dublin, since 2015 as can be seen by the High Court document above: Case No 3373
At the time of the event I describe, (1970) I was a fifteen year old boy who had been incarcerated in an industrial School in Tralee, County Kerry since the age of nine. When I was fourteen years old, the School put me to work on a farm/guesthouse in Dingle, Co Kerry where I was an unpaid labourer and sex slave. I ran away from the farm after being raped repeatedly by several Christian Brothers who were staying there over the summer, as well as by the owner of the place. One day I managed to escape the hellhole and hitched to Dublin where I eventually ended up in a Hostel, commonly known as the Boys’ Club and situated on Eccles St.. The hostel had been set up by the sitting and perfidious Archbishop of Dublin, John Charles McQuaid. In Archbishop McQuaid’s own words, the Hostel was “ A place where disadvantaged boys would be looked after by the good clerics of Dublin”. The Boys’ Club was really a renaissance brothel in all but name, visited by coordinated gangs of roaming pedophile Clerics, manipulating and ravishing their flock and wandering, haunting and hunting around Dublin City and the Irish country landscapes for their prey - boys and young men.
Yes, I was looked after all right by the Machiavellian clerics during the three years that I lived there. I was raped repeatedly by a few of the hundreds of visiting unscrupulous clerics, as were many of the other boys. Boys were easily bought with multicoloured sweets, or a concoction of spiked drinks, mind manifesting cigarettes and/or serotonergic and psychedelic toys and drugs. We were wined and dined - but we were always the main course. We vulnerable innocents never stood a chance; we were to be used and abused by clerical snake charmers with insidious kindness, and all encouraged by the fatuous Archbishop of Dublin, John Charles McQuaid.
I had never known anything better or different - my life up to then was about being raped almost on a weekly basis (which I thought was normal) at the various Religious Institutions I had been detained in. I was born and had lived for four years in St. Patrick’s Mother and Baby Home in Dublin, where I was used as a guinea pig in various drug experiments carried out by the Welcome Trust Company whose license to do so was granted by the Irish Catholic Church. As a result, I couldn’t walk or stand upright for four years. I was then sold into slavery to St.Philomena's Home in Stillorgan, Dublin for five years and, upon reaching the tender age of nine, I was again sold on. This time it was to the Religious Order of sexual deviants, known as the Christian Brothers, who consigned me to a workhouse - an Industrial School in Tralee, County Kerry. I spent five years in this hellhole: a daily life of hard labour, multiple rapes, daily beatings and both mental and physical torture. Once I was almost murdered there by a Brother after being repeatedly raped. This was my norm, my experience, my daily life. One only has to read the Ryan Report to get the picture.
And then I ended up in the Boys’ Club in Dublin, which brings me to the present-day Archbishop of Dublin, Diarmuid Martin. For eight years Martin was a regular visitor to this hostel, initially as a young student priest at the seminary at Clonliffe College, Dublin, which was nearby. He was ordained a priest in 1969 and celebrated his first mass at the Boys’ Club, now known as Our Lady’s Hostel for Boys. We boys were encouraged to befriend the visiting seminarians and priests. They were also encouraged to befriend us and to take us for day or evening outings and be available to us for counselling in spiritual and other matters.
I was introduced to Father Diarmuid Martin when I first entered the Hostel in the Summer of 1969 and he encouraged me to confide in him if I had any problems. While I had a multitude of problems, I was suspicious of him as I was of all the visiting clerics. One day I saw Father Diarmuid Martin walking around the Hostel’s backyard while he was reading and reciting (muttering) aloud from a small black book which, in the Catholic Church, is known as the Breviary or the Divine Office. I fell in beside him, because I had decided to overcome my distrust and wanted to speak to him in confidence. I told Father Diarmuid Martin that Archbishop McQuaid and other priests had been having sex with me. I had expected an understanding and comforting response, but, instead, Father Martin was furious with me and slapped me across the face and stormed out of the Hostel yard. I learnt a few weeks later that Father Diarmuid Martin told Archbishop McQuaid, something that was in fact strictly confidental, actually confessional, with him.
Now this was witnessed by two Staff Members of the Hostel at the time: a nun from the kitchen, Sister Genevieve Pendergast, and the Welfare Officer of the Hostel, John Ryan. I ran into the kitchen and Sister Genevieve asked me why Father Martin had slapped me. I said nothing, but later Sister Genevieve told the Welfare Officer John Ryan, who found me in my bedroom and asked me to come to his office so that he could talk to me. I told John Ryan what I had told Father Martin and, although he didn’t disbelieve me, he told me not to speak to another person about this event, but to keep it a secret and he would deal with it.
Which now brings me to a document that he wrote at the time. Under the Rules of Discovery for my case, my legal team applied to the Archdiocese of Dublin’s Archives for any documents pertaining to me (my name was Patrick McCarthy at that time) and my time at the Hostel. On November 26th 2013, (as date stamped by my Solicitor), we received a document written on Our Lady’s Hostel letterhead dated 10th February 1970. I attach the letter above.
Diarmuid Martin, Archbishop of Dublin, has always claimed that he never knew about any of his fellow priests raping children. The letter by the Welfare Officer of the Hostel, John Ryan, proves otherwise and is clear written evidence to support my allegation that Archbishop Diarmuid Martin did know about the sexual rapes of orphan boys in the Boys’ Club run by his mentor, Archbishop McQuaid since the 1960s. Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a total hypocrite, as this letter supports. He now claims that he has no memory of me - but can’t explain the letter by the Welfare Officer of the Hostel, John Ryan.
I publish this letter now because Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is trying to dismiss my court case on some technicalities – such as that it happened years ago and he has no memory of the event. I believe that he thinks because he is a “holy” Archbishop that he is above the law. Something else, my court case was deliberately and conveniently put of, so as not to cause any embarrassment to both the visiting Pope, Francis and of course the Archbishop himself, Diarmuid Martin. Also official court documents were altered so that no member of the public or press could find the court case, before the High Court. If you put in my name "Owen Felix O’Neill" you couldn’t access the court filing, you would have to drop the "Felix" for it to work. (Court Document above)
I hear from some members of the Irish Press that he, Diarmuid Martin is a good and holy man, that he is trying to clean house and we must make allowances for him. I say let’s clean house indeed, but first let’s start with the head man who knew what McQuaid and other peodphile Catholic Priests and Seminarians were doing - and ignored it, in doing this and not speaking out, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin allowed rapes of thousands of vulnerable children to continue by his passive silence.
There is no excuse for any type of cover up or convenient memory loss by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin. If he had had the courage to speak out years ago when he knew what was going on, then perhaps thousands of other vulnerable children would not have been raped in his diocese. I’m not going away--- Archbishop Diarmuid Martin. J’accuse!
Owen Felix O'Neill