Virgin has an amazing post over at her blog on Russians and the holocaust. The Russians won’t talk about what happened.
What people will and won’t talk about is a bit of an obsession of mine. Mostly because I am an Irish Catholic girl, and I have some heavy training in not talking. You can imagine how useful it is to teach kids not to talk.
But I have come to learn that the truth insists upon itself. Here something that is true. The church below is in my neighborhood and it is where Father Geoghan served in the 70’s and 80’s.
Father Geoghan was a pedophile who molested dozens of boys. One extended family had seven boys who were his victims. They were his parishioners.
One of the mothers of the victims wanted the church turned into the memorial. Her son had killed himself. Instead, the Diocese sold the parish to a Protestant church. The Protestant church has been working all winter gutting the place out. When I went out in search of Tic Tacs this morning, I decided to snap some pictures of it.
I told Jen I thought the place was evil and should be leveled. She is way more pragmatic than me. She said that places aren’t evil, people are evil. And everyone who had anything to do with this is gone now. Father Geoghan was killed when he was in prison.
The boys are either dead, or they are living ghosts.
When I first got sober, I had a counselor at the Fenway. My counselor was a handsome gay guy who was also in sobriety. I didn’t stay with him. I am a bit of a slut when it comes to therapist. I move around a lot. But I would see my counselor at the AA meetings over the years. When given the floor, he talks rapidly and incessantly about what happened to him as a Catholic boy. He can’t stop drinking.