Clergy Malfeasance .
“Ye Shall Know The Truth and the Truth Shall Make You Free,” ;- John 8:32;- In Latin;- “Cognoscetis Ventatem et veritas liberabit vos.”
My sense of astonishment that this world of this immoral Roman Catholic Church, which is full of libertines and their fondness for sensuous living, and pleasurable luxury in sumptuous palaces, consider themselves to be followers of a humble carpenter, named Jesus. But soon an ill wind of both Human and God’s judgment that is blowing, will lift St Peter's Basilica dome on the rottenness, the stench, that is the fraudulent Roman Catholic Church that lurks, festers and feeds within.
History will catch up in time, billowing up the pure white smoke of truthfulness and candidness, around their shameful faces, on the many malfeasances that is the flowing putrid that emanates from the Roman Catholic Church. In reality Pedophile Priests persist because enablers both within and outside the Roman Catholic Church cloak their transgressions. There is no way to excuse or palliate the Roman Catholic Church’s grave mortal sins. Survivors of clerical abuses, carry unwarranted shame, like sacks of perplexity, and mindful complexities, painful mortifications on their broken backs, their powerlessness and their inability to lift the heavy burdens of life’s humiliations. During a Survivor’s lifetime this fervent river of indignity and humiliation becomes swollen, overflowing with the daily burdens, of intense grief, propagated as crosses to bear, which seem as heavy as sinking anguish, a ruptured heavy heart, weighed down with descending tears of fear, scarcely able to carry themselves across the congested river of social disintegration and abasement. The many great difficulties they encounter, across this rabid stream of misconceived consciousness, called life, bereaved of their childhoods, robbed of their basic humanity.
Clerical sexual abuse have them, the Survivors in the greatest danger, mentally the Survivor does not think the whole world could have been as heavy on their shoulders if he or she had the love and support of their family, or the love and support of a caring institution, rather then the unwanted advances, of clerical rape, beatings and daily humiliations leading to their untimely deaths, at the hands of out of control Clerics. A Survivor has on his or her shoulders daily not only the whole world but Him who made it, and him or her that sexually abused him or her, in the name of Him. Like gold-plated reliquaries embedded into their collected memories, circumscribed inflammatory, ulcerations, drip feeding every now and then from their barricaded harbour, of malignant wounds, the true erosive memories of childhood, forever.
But the unwanted inflammation of shame and trauma, like some fungating cancer, seems to grow heavier and heavier with every step of life. A Survivor never seems to arrive on the opposite shore, which always seem further and further away. An apathetic orphan child, showered with unwanted, lascivious sex, masquerading as forbidden lust, emotionally confused by all the attention, the debauched love, committed by bitterly cold prurient Priests, filled with concupiscent dreams and hate, celebrating the frigid elegance of the mass in Latin.
Promiscuous and unprincipled, emotional dissipated Nuns, mystically feasting and overindulging their sensual pleasures with the ecstasy of mental prayer, rolling into religious frenzy, in a quest for a seraph with sexual desire, a melding of their sensual and spiritual pleasure as they seek the "orgiastic" the point of contact between earth and heaven, between matter and spirit. But instead inflicting various tortures on their enslave girls and their children, through the mortification of their sinful flesh, acquiring sanctity through rape, beatings, torture and even death. Many diabolical Nuns claiming of frequently experiencing a rich "blessing of tears” as they beat and torture vulnerable children for their perceived sins. Muttering to themselves, Lord, either let them suffer or let them die.
At one time there was a network of over 200 Mother and Baby Homes in Ireland from the 1920s to the 1990s, part of a vast organisation of Religious Run Institutions run by the Irish Catholic Church. At the time unwed mothers with their children were prosecuted by both the Irish Catholic Church and Irish Society as criminals and punished in humiliating ways for their relations with the men. They were isolated, locally, socially and economically. Many of the unwed mothers could only rehabilitate themselves and become respected by marrying any man, but their children, born out of wedlock would never be acknowledged by the new union of marriage. But long-term persecution of the unwed mother and her child ware traumatised for the rest of their lives. Most of the unwed mothers were forced to gave their child up to the Religious Institutions to be either sold through adoption or housed in Religious run Institutions, as slaves, and a life of hell. Other unwed women tried or were forced to integrate their child into a family, formed with their new, unwanted partner and his children.
As they reach retirement age, many children adopted or sold overseas by the Irish Catholic Church, have begun the painful journey and search for their true identity and their family’s roots. Irish Public opinion has become more compassionate toward the past generation of adopted children. Few of the biological fathers or mothers are still alive today. Subject to bullying and humiliation, many of the adopted mothers never told their children about their true roots, or that their children were adoptees. Yet these adopted children have often been condemned by descent from the sluts and whores and discriminated against in their new societies, once found out. The adopted children also suffer from association with a parent, unwed mother whose crimes were openly persecuted in Catholic Ireland at the time. As such children grew to adolescence and adulthood, many harboured feelings of guilt and shame. Unwed Mothers were historically victimised and censured by their own society, by their own church, their own local communities. Women who became pregnant from such unions would often take measures to conceal both their own and the father's status.
Unwed Mothers commonly choose among the following:
• Arranged marriage with a local man, who would take responsibility for the illegitimate child, normally arranged by the local Parish Priest.
• Claim the father was unknown, dead, or had left, and bring up the child as a single mother, which would never happen.
• Place the child in an orphanage where the Religious Orders sold the child for adoption, and placing the unwed mother in the Magdalene Laundries, as an unpaid slave.
• Emigrate to the another country, normally England and assume a new identity.
• Have an abortion in England.
The children of unwed mothers were isolated socially, and many children were bullied by other children, and sometimes by adults, due to their origin. Many illegitimate children claim, including myself, that, while living at many Religious Run Orphanages in Ireland, that we were forced as children to parade on feast days, or religious festivals on the streets of the local town so the local population would gather to laugh, throw stones and spit at us. With insufficient education, and constant abuse, many orphan children of the Irish Religious run Institutions, ended up in mental institutions and prisons throughout Ireland, due to lack of space in other institutions and unsuccessful adoption attempts. They had nowhere else to go to, most children from the Religious Run Orphanages in Ireland had no means of livelihood or work or education skills to survive outside the Religious run Institutions. Many new parents of adoptees never revealed to their adopted children the full truth about their Irish backgrounds. Later in life, many started exploring irregularities in their birth certificates, that led them to other questions, seeking answers, eventually uncovering shameful family secrets.
Many adoptees have discovered their true identities, by accident but have yet to find any of their Irish relatives, or their true birth mothers or other family members, like their father’s. Many adoptee groups are seeking to correct what they say are historical misconceptions about their adoptions which was nothing more than a high-class slave market run by the Irish Catholic Church, making tens of millions in the process, offering up stolen children to wealthy Irish American Families. Adoptees need to find the courage to speak out in public, to tell their stories while they are still alive. Because 99 percent of the women who gave birth in Irish Mother and Baby Homes were not married, a stigma in those conservative times, many of the births were kept secret. The Irish run Religious Institutions in recent years have criminally destroyed many official documents detailing the births and other family details in their hopes of covering their criminal tracks, and prevent any subsequent criminal prosecution for their many misdeeds, which included, rape, floggings, torture, slavery and the illegal trading of stolen children, illegal medical drug experiments, and murder. “I am one heart and one soul with my Mother, Nora McCarthy, who I still look for, to this very day, the black pit she was dumped into with hundreds of other unwed mothers, at the back of a Magdalene Laundry. I will be with her both in mind and spirit, forever.
While Orphan Children were dying from starvation and hunger in nearby Orphanages in the West of Ireland, the then Archbishop of Galway, Dr. Michael Browne, stole £20,000 of £40,000 from the orphan fund to feed his debauched lifestyle. By stealing the money from the orphan fund, Archbishop Michael Browne was directly responsible for the untimely deaths of hundreds of orphans children from starvation and common medical conditions that could have been treated with a few simple medical drugs, such as
It was a time when the Catholic Church was the dominant force in the Republic and, incomprehensible as it might be today, politicians lived in fear of a “belt of the crozier’’.
Owen Felix O’Neill