Rod Dreher brings the magnitude of the Catholic church’s systemic hypocrisy all the way home.
A man in his 20s wakes up in bed one night to find a priest, his spiritual advisor, holding his genitals:
Basically, I was caught between two things. I wanted to jump off and rip his head off, and unless I could do that, I could do nothing. I thought about it and I might have been okay to do it, but my dad told me once a guy hit a priest and his arm was frozen forever. Now, Father U, regardless, whether he’s a killer, a rapist, a mass murderer, whatever, he’s still a priest. And I’m afraid to hit someone who was, although he’s that kind of man, he is an alter Christi [“another Christ”].
That’s from the 2003 deposition of a former Roman Catholic seminarian wo was just one of the young men who accused the Society of St. John priest Carlos Urrutigoity of molestation. Fr. U., having been driven out of the Diocese of Scranton in the US, is now running an orphanage in Paraguay, where his bishop, relying in part on the judgment of Fr. Benedict Groeschel, says Father — now Monsignor — Urritigoity is innocent, the victim of an American witch hunt.
I came across that passage while going over some documents the other day, and I can’t quite get it out of my head. I’ll be honest with you: it made me glad for my Protestant upbringing. As much respect as I had for priests after I became Catholic, it never would have occurred to me to think that a priest who grabbed my genitals was due anything but having his block knocked off. I think that short passage finally made me understand why no little Catholic boys’ uncles took molester priests out back and whaled the tar out of them. That psychological paralysis that comes with being convinced that a priest is a magic man, untouchable.
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