Jesus said “Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven” Matthew 19:14
Babies and Children come into this world as innocents. Children are not irrelevant, babies are not to be discarded into septic tanks, they are to be valued, loved and shown compassion. Never to be sold or disposed of as commodities, but we know that the babies and children were.
The targeting of babies and children, was not a unique phenomenon in Ireland’s Mother and Baby Homes. The systematic disposal of both sick and disabled children was the means for realising a religious Catholic utopia. Children’s euthanasia” program was long a desire of the Irish Catholic Church. Ireland’s Mother and Baby Homes were nothing more than killing and disposal abattoirs. The ferocious Nuns that ran all the Ireland’s Mother and Baby Homes deliberately mislead the mothers, by stealing their babies, to sell on the illegal trafficking North American markets, like some fancy dolls. And the babies with disabilities were allowed to die because the rapacious Nuns wouldn’t buy medicines to sustain the babies, these rejected babies were also denied basic food for survival. The mercenary Nuns as perpetrators destroyed life they considered “unworthy” of existence.
Many babies and children with disabilities, like congenital illnesses, and malformations were to be disposed of as damaged goods, something the evil Nuns couldn’t sell. A few of the babies were used in clinical trials by the drug companies that provided financial incentives to the avaricious Nuns their thirty pieces of silver which was the price the Nuns accepted for the betrayal of the vulnerable babies and children in their care. If a baby or child died the child’s mother might be informed of the “sudden unexpected” death of her child. But because the child was born out of wedlock the death was viewed as God’s punishment by the Nuns. In most cases the mother didn’t know if her child was dead or alive. More likely the mother was lied to by the Nuns, the child might be dead, more likely sold abroad if healthy, and allowed to die if the baby had disabilities.
Some babies and children died of neglect, others of starvation, exposure to unsanitary conditions and cold temperatures, or the withholding of medical treatment, which we now know was very common in all the Mother and Baby Homes in Ireland. As we know also the Nuns never felt any remorse for their betrayal, of both the mothers and their children. Why else would they dispose of the babies and children into their septic tank, the same septic tank in which they disposed of their other human waste.
‘There must be no squeamish sentimentalism about our duty to preserve the purity of Irish motherhood through the sanctity of holy matrimony, according to the rites and traditions of the Irish Catholic Church, this was said at the time in the late 1940s.’
The Irish Bishops also said this;-
“We must hasten this process with cold ruthlessness.” in eliminating this scourge from our pure Irish society, these unwed women, and their filth, their offsprings.’
The Nuns now claim in innocence, that they had no awareness of the illegality of their actions, and are hiding behind both their faith and church. According to the Sea Monkey Files the Religious Order of Nuns in Ireland were in effect running a children’s euthanasia programme in all their Mother and Baby Homes. We here in Ireland must deal with the trauma of the discarded Babies and Children in the many septic tanks in all the Mother and Baby Homes in Ireland. We Survivors do not deal with this trauma with the placement of commemorative objects, exhibits, or guided tours to an ex Magdalene Laundry in Dublin Ireland.
But still something evil lurked near the newly built children’s playground in the town of Tuam in the West of Ireland. The final dark secret was this, the Sisters of Bon Secours, kept to themselves, praying that nobody would ever discover their deplorable deceit. In a closed off area at the north end of the children’s playground is a small bit of overgrown land, 50 feet by about 70 feet long, enclosed by grey stone walls. Its entrance is gained by a small rusty lime- green wrought iron gate, with a motif of a white cross symbol to the centre panel of this wrought iron gate.
This bit of land the devious Bon Secours Sisters refused to sell for any amount of money. Over the years they had successfully sold off all their other lands to property developers, around it, they even demolished their Convent, with their Victorian Mother and Baby Home. Soon a spanking new modern housing estate was built on the sold Convent lands and populated with new families from near and afar.
But the odd thing was that the little bit of overgrown land, enclosed by the stone grey walls, was never for sale, it didn’t make sense. It was an oddity in the new, growing housing estate.This parcel of land sat like a white elephant while the new housing estate formed a crescent around both the new children’s playing ground and this enclosed private plot of land. The new residences of the new housing estate didn’t know what lurked, hidden beneath this hidden garden, while the ruthless killers, the beneficiaries, the old conniving Nuns still lurked in broad daylight. Sure the local kids played football nearby and occasionally climbed over the grey walls or gate to retrieve their football, not knowing that grim death was concealed but a few inches beneath the surface.
The years flew by, families came and went, the kids, now adults, married and had kids of their own to repeat the cycle of life. The enclosed land had an eerie feel about it, the frightened local kids said- the land was lifeless, some other kids whispered haunted, intractable weeds, never lived for long, refusing to root, or supping from any passing underground stream. There was no nourishment to be obtained within the gravel ground and any nourishment was tainted with the poisonous flesh of the unaccountable dead.
No wildlife dare roam or crawl along the borders of the grey stone walls. Invasiveness bugleweed, chameleon plant, bishop's weed, and yellow archangel ran or crept and rooted into the surrounding green patches or better still to safer climes a few gardens away. Distress cats and yapping dogs by natural instinct avoided the hidden garden. Yet the pallor air is always rancid within this barren garden, the stench is ominous, once you realise something profoundly immoral and evil was committed there. The odour smells wicked as does the heavy air of sadness.
The early morning shimmering mist that occasionally hangs over this plot of land, were thousands of tears of dew, suspended a few feet above the bedevilled ground. The murmuring sound of flowing tears can be heard, carried by passing birds, and insects avoiding the sullen air. In the surrounding gardens of the nearby housing estate some of the better behaved but durable plants include spring bulbs such as daffodils and crocuses, summer-blooming bulbs such as lilies, and durable perennials such as salvia, iris, refuse to surface. Instead lay dormant in the cracked gravel ground, hardy succulents such as creeping sedum and hens and chicks, creep away to die. In the nearby gardens, when the moon hides behind broken clouds, many flowers fold their cups, as they bow their heads to sigh. Yet roses for years planted by the deceitful Nuns would never grow upon an earth filled with sorrow and tears.
Every year, alone, a guilt ridden depraved, elderly lady of the Bon Secours Sisters, the last few of her breed, but not dressed as a nun of the Bon Secours Sisters tries to plant new seeds and plants into this secret garden. She prays to herself for atonement for she knows the garden’s dark secret, her crimes as of the others is buried mixed within the tormented soil. The old remorseful Nun had a fondness for the bleeding heart flowers, but the seeds, they never took to the contaminated gravel ground, despite her feverish prayers, and her pleadings to higher powers. The bleeding heart flower doesn't ever appear in season in the secret plot of land, instead adorns the neighbourhood gardens with attention-getting, heart-shaped flowers borne on arching stems. Their attractive bluish-green foliage emerges first as the plant wakes from dormancy. Flowers of the bleeding heart, though generally red, can be seen in blushing pink, and solid ivory white. Much to her dismay, the solitaire Sister seeks penance in the secret garden but like all things there, she and they mix with the already dead. She refuses to speak or acknowledge any passing, gossiping neighbours as she has done the last twenty or more years. Her inner secret is safe, from prying eyes and open mouths, or so she believes. No amount of perfumed flowers or evil deceit can hide the secret of the septic tank, but a few inches beneath her feet.
Some local residences living but a few feet away in their houses, spoke of hearing at midnight, rustlings amid the bleak darkness and gloom, muffled cries of abandoned babies. Other residences spoke of occasionally seen ghostly figures of shrouded desperate women searching eternity with unlit lamps, looking for a connection, a spark of any human life. The shrouded ghostly weeping women return day after day, year in year out, time doesn’t exist in their restless world.
There were no flowers to memorialise or flourish in the shaded sun, instinctively birds avoided overflying this hidden plot of land. Still the secret lay but a few inches beneath any passing trespasser, mainly children retrieving a ball, scarpering back across the stone grey walls immediately. The wretched, necromancer Sisters of Bon Secours, who ran the Tuam’s Mother and Baby Home, now rehouse in elegant housing miles away, are slowly dying off, of guilty old age, ailments their worthless prayers couldn’t help. All were interned with their dark secrets embedded with their bitter hearts, and into their worthless graves. Still a few were spooked by the burden of their wickedness and crimes, dark secrets, a fear that lay like a smothering blanket that stalked their dead eyes, and hauntings of confusing sins sitting on their lying faces.
Their despicable lives and reprehensible souls were and are empty of any human empathy. Since they assume that a place is assigned for their censured souls in keeping with their rewards or punishment, as soon as their denigrated soul is set free from their decrepit bodies. It is either plunged straight into hell or soars to heaven, poor babbling Sisters, it would only be hell in which they can never be cleansed. Their numerous crimes are not mere venial sins, but the gravest of mortal sins known to humanity, the murder and disposal of babies and children into septic tanks. The venomous Sisters injected their toxins of hate into the unwed mothers, vulnerable babies and children. No amount of candle burning will save them, their paschal candles symbolises darkness, their ambiance of death, no amount of candles will ever illuminate their horrors.
The incomprehensible Sisters cannot be united with their God, ever. They cannot love God if they have sinned gravely against him, against their neighbour or against ourselves: He who does not love remains in death. The Bon Secours Sister didn’t know or understand love, they couldn’t love the babies and children, because if they did love them, they wouldn’t have flushed the 800 into their septic tank. Anyone who hates a child is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him or her. Their Jesus warns us that we shall be separated from him if we fail to meet the serious needs of the poor and the little ones, children who are his brethren. The unquenchable fire of hate that laid in their collective hearts drove the Bon Secours Sisters to madness by disembowelled and disrespecting the children. The barbaric cruel act of flushing the babies and children into the Convent’s septic tanks, was an act of pure evil. Where both the child’s soul and body were lost, into the cesspool of the Nuns hate.
Where was God's merciful love, I ask? Jesus solemnly proclaims that he will send his angels, and they will gather, all evil doers, and throw them into the furnace of fire. The arrogant Nuns, threw the vulnerable babies and children into the Convent’s furnace of contempt and into eternal punishment. The truly wicked Nuns actions were disgusting and shameful. In their arrogance they think that both the Irish people and Survivors will never do anything. The Bon Secours Sisters have nothing but contempt for the Mothers, their Babies and the Children. They clearly laugh at any idea of judgment, in fact, they do not worship any God, the Nuns worship only themselves.
“For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul,
and the one greedy for gain curses and renounces the Lord.
In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek him;
all his thoughts are, “There is no God.” (10:3, 4)
The Irish Catholic Church turned on the poor long ago and the helpless because they first turned against God. The Irish Catholic Church was only for raw power and wealth. The Clerics are proud of their desires, their cravings for rape, murder and other exotic mortal sins are a real virtue. After all, didn’t they succeed because of their will to win against the downtrodden? Their filthy greed got them where they are, climbing on the dead bodies of women and children.
The Irish Catholic Church preached for years that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures, the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge, has marked the upward surge of mankind endowed with greed. Contentious lies will not only destroy the Irish Catholic Church but that other malfunctioning Institution the whore of Babylon, the mother of prostitutes and abominations of the earth as mentioned in the Book of Revelations - Rome.
The Irish Catholic Church War on Women continues to this day, they, the modern woman, they care about abortion and gay marriage. Many clerics including Bishops lament the fact that they can no longer call unwed women or other women “sluts.” The Irish Catholic Church has a long and well documented history of misogyny, often expressing a callous contempt for women in general in Irish society. An Irish Bishop once said he doesn’t see slavery, as a problem. If you don’t like slavery, don’t own slaves, but please don’t tell others, like us, they shouldn’t own people as slaves. Our Bible supports slavery, you only have to read up on -
Ephesians 6:5-8 Paul states, “Slaves, be obedient to your human masters with fear and trembling, in sincerity of heart, as to Christ” which is Paul instructing Slaves to obey their master. Similar statements regarding obedient Slaves can be found in Colossians 3:22-24, 1 Timothy 6:1-2, and Titus 2:9-10.
And my friends that’s the problem, the Bible, or the Good Book of distorted lies, all dressed up in Latin. Owen Felix O’Neill