Sunday, December 27, 2009

Bene Factress of the Legion of Christ will Return in the New Year

Yes, it's true, her fans have been clamoring for years that she return to the ear -sorry!- air waves. Bene will arise from her ashes, from her exile, to triumph once again... She is signing a four-letter contract with one of the biggest names in the publishing business, Random Shouts

Saturday, December 19, 2009

The Dublin Report -Summary & Montreal Pastor found guilty of Sexually Abusing Girl

Dublin diocese report - at a glance
The Report of the Commission of Investigation into the Catholic Archdiocese of Dublin was set up in 2006 to investigate how Church and state authorities handled allegations of child abuse against 46 priests over a period from 1975 to 2004.
The full report can be read at
• One priest admitted to sexually abusing over 100 children, while another accepted that he had abused on a fortnightly basis throughout his 25-year ministry.
• The Commission examined complaints in respect of over 320 children against 46 priests. Substantially more of the complaints relate to boys - the ratio is 2.3 boys to one girl.
• Of the 46 priests examined, 11 pleaded guilty to or were convicted in the criminal courts of sexual assaults on children.
• There was one clear case of a false accusation of child sexual abuse.
• The report found Dublin Archdiocese's pre-occupations in dealing with cases of child sexual abuse, at least until the mid 1990s, were the maintenance of secrecy, the avoidance of scandal, the protection of the reputation of the Church, and the preservation of its assets. All other considerations, including the welfare of children and justice for victims, were subordinated to these priorities.
• All the Archbishops of Dublin in the period covered by the Commission were aware of some complaints.
• The Church authorities failed to implement most of their own canon law rules on dealing with clerical child sexual abuse. This was in spite of the fact that a number of them were qualified canon and civil lawyers.
• A mother who contacted the Archdiocese to report that her daughter had been abused as a child was told that the daughter would have to make the complaint. When the mother made it clear that the daughter was unlikely to be able to make such a complaint, she was not even asked for the name of the priest.
• A number of very senior members of the Irish police regarded priests as being outside their remit. There are some examples of them actually reporting complaints to the Archdiocese instead of investigating them.
• The Church did not start to report complaints of child sexual abuse to the Irish police until late 1995

In an effort to educate the public about the nature of pedophilia, sexual abuse, and exploitation of minors we post the following story courtesy of Infosecte. a Canadian organization. Pedophiles do not only target boys! Gender of victim is not of the essence. It is exercising power and control over a more vulnerable and less powerful person.

Montreal 'pastor' guilty of sexual exploitation
Daniel Cormier is already serving time for assaulting 10-year-old girl

The Gazette
December 18, 2009
MONTREAL – The founder and self-styled pastor of a defunct Christian sect – who is already serving time for sexually assaulting a 10-year-old girl he claims to have married – has been found guilty of sexual exploitation of another minor.
Daniel Cormier, 58, who is already serving a five-year term, showed no emotion Friday as Quebec Court Judge Claude Leblond pronounced the verdict. Cormier, who fired his latest lawyer, did not testify and presented no witnesses.
Leblond said Cormier is guilty beyond any reasonable doubt of two counts of sexual exploitation in the latest case. It is an offence for someone in a position of trust or authority to have sexual contact with someone aged 16 to 18, even if there is consent. The victim was 16 and 17 when the crimes occurred.
The victim testified, in a video recording of her statement to police, that she fell head-over-heels in love with Cormier while she frequented his l’Église du Centre-Ville.
She said she once gave him a French kiss, but later he initiated sexual touching on two occasions. Cormier denied both incidents.
The judge found the teen’s version credible, and said he doubts Cormier allowed himself to become involved with her “innocently.”
“It is also not credible that an adolescent who thought she was ‘ugly, fat and stupid’ and was trying to get closer to God could have manipulated her pastor,” he ruled.
Leblond said he found it “revealing” that in his first statement to police, Cormier claimed the teenager was in love with him and had tried to excite him sexually.
Sentencing arguments are scheduled for Feb. 1. The maximum is five years in jail.
In the other case, Cormier claimed he was innocent of sex-abuse charges because he had “married” his 10-year-old victim.
The Crown, however, said the law was clear – the legal age for consensual sex is 14 and the age for a woman to marry in 1999 was 16.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Irish Woman tells Story of Abuse by Priest

Barbara Blaine, SNAP founder, as a child was abused by an American priest

I am inserting this story because of its poignancy. It had nothing to do with Fr. Maciel directly but it gives an idea of pedophilie abuse -in this case the MODUS OPERANDI of a priest. Female readers, especially, may find this hard to read. Continue with care.

Irish woman tells her story of "Fr. Horatio"

“I didn’t ask for this to happen to me. I didn’t go looking for it. Having my story believed is huge. Especially as I later learnt that other people who knew Fr Horatio, including a priest I once confided in when I was 19, claimed that I had brought this on myself.
“I hope they are reading this. Part of me hopes that Fr Horatio is reading this too, so that he can see the damage that he has done and the hurt that he has caused.

“The most painful thing for me is that Fr Horatio has left a lasting legacy on my marriage. Because of Fr Horatio, I could never separate sex from alcohol. I never had spontaneous or natural sex and it is still a really hard thing to do.
“It astounds me how it still affects me. He should have to pay for that. He took away my teenage years.
“I hope that somebody will benefit from reading my story. Even if just one person finds that their story has a similar pattern to mine, I would hope that they come forward.
“I have nightmares about Fr Horatio. He is holding me, squeezing me and won’t let me go. That is an analogy for what happened; he was squeezing the life out of me.
“I think that every time I tell my story Fr Horatio gets smaller and smaller.
“In telling it, this big secret that I couldn’t tell anyone about becomes more and more insignificant. I have started being myself.”

A victim tells her story about ‘Fr Horatio’


Posted on December 16, 2009 by dialogueireland

‘I could not tell anybody because I felt no one would believe me. And of course, I felt that I would be held to blame. He was our priest. I was a schoolgirl.’ In the wake of the appalling catalogue of revelations of clerical child abuse outlined by the Commission into the Dublin Archdiocese, one victim tells of her treatment by a man identified in the Murphy report only as ‘Fr Horatio.’

Sunday Independent

Sunday December 13 2009

IN 1980, Fr Horatio was moved to a chaplaincy after parents complained that he had abused their 15-year-old son in a gay nightclub. That was the year he came into the life of Mary, a shy 10-year-old girl whom he showered with gifts and attention, grooming her for an abusive sexual relationship that lasted three years. Until Judge Yvonne Murphy’s report on clerical sex abuse was published, she thought she was his only victim. The report revealed that he had also abused two 15-year-old boys, and had been for treatment at the Granada Institute, a clinic for sexual abusers. Yet he remained a parish priest until she reported him to the authorities in 2005. He is now retired from active ministry.

This is Mary’s story: “I was 10 when Fr Horatio came to our parish. He was a real Fr Trendy. He was a good-looking man and used to wear Doc Martens. He was around 40 then and a charmer. People used to say how charismatic he was. My family were religious, particularly my grandmother who lived with us. There was me, my three siblings and my mam and dad. Fr Horatio made friends with the family very quickly. He used to come for dinner and celebrate house Masses, the usual family Catholic rituals that we had back then.

“From the age of 12, he began to send me birthday cards and Valentine’s cards and I suppose that was when it started.
“I was a quiet child. I came in the middle of the family and I suppose I felt isolated. My older siblings were very outgoing and had their own interests. Whenever Fr Horatio came to the house, he made me feel special. He gave me loads of attention. I used to draw Snoopy pictures for him and put them in his pocket. He used to sign his cards ‘your special friend’. My grandmother used to say ‘wasn’t I lucky to be getting cards from a priest?’
“He started buying me presents — a religious icon for my 13th birthday, a silver chain with purple stones and a pair of earrings which he brought back for me from his holidays.
“When I was 15, his interest in me grew stronger, the presents got more personal and the physical contact started. On my 15th birthday, he bought me perfume, Yardley Pure Silk. He gave me books to read, inviting me down to the presbytery to pick them from his shelves.
“He used to hug me and say things like: ‘If life is tough, you can rely on me.’ I remember asking him if he was ever going to leave the parish. He said ‘No, I’m here to stay. I’ll always be here for you’. At the altar, he would look down at me and give me a wink. I would think: ‘Oh, is that for me?’ I was just 15 and a lonely kid. I was painfully shy. Naturally I felt chuffed. But looking back now, I can see that he was grooming me.

“I had joined a folk group to try and make some friends. On my 16th birthday we sang at evening Mass.
“The folk group got me a cake to celebrate afterwards and Fr Horatio said: ‘When you’re finished come over to the presbytery’.
“He had his own rooms, a sitting room and a bedroom, upstairs in the presbytery. The parish priest lived downstairs. At different times, other priests lived there too.
“That evening, in his room, Fr Horatio said: ‘Can I give you a birthday kiss?’ I thought he meant a kiss on the cheek. It was a full-on kiss. He was 43 at that stage and I was such an innocent. I had never even had a boyfriend. I went home in a tizz. Part of me knew what he had done was wrong but I was so naive I thought maybe I had misunderstood it.
“He started inviting me to the presbytery after school. I would show up in my school uniform and no one ever passed a comment, even though I had to pass the parish priest’s rooms to go upstairs and often had to let myself out again.
“One evening after school, he took things further. He sat on the couch and he put his hand up my skirt. I froze. He said: ‘You will get used to it and you will come to like it’.
“But I never did. I hated it but I wanted to please him. He had built up his power over me during all the years of him being in our house, of making me feel important to him, that he was only doing it because ‘I care about you’.

“He spent all of my 16th year trying to have sex with me. I could not do it. Physically I just wasn’t able. That did not stop him trying.
“Not long after my 16th birthday, he gave me a book, The Joy of Sex, and told me to take it away and read it.
“He brought me to his cottage in the country on Fridays. He would bring a brown single mattress rolled up in the boot of his car, and an itchy brown patchwork quilt that some poor woman probably sat stitching away at for hours for him. The cottage was cold and basic. He used to try to have sex with me there and when I couldn’t, he would tell me to do things to him, even though I was distraught and crying. He always kept a kitchen towel beside him.
“I was confused and upset. I could not tell anybody because I felt no one would believe me. And of course, I felt that I would be held to blame. He was our priest. I was a schoolgirl.

“When the sexual activity started, the stress became so bad that I got eczema. The skin on my face was raw. Fr Horatio suggested that I go on the pill even though I was only 16. He said to me you can tell the doctor that you need the pill to improve your skin. How he knew this I don’t know. The thing was, I hadn’t even started menstruating at the time.
“Fr Horatio put a fear in me that I can’t really describe. I was waiting for this awful thing to happen each time I was with him. But the way he saw it was he was doing me a favour. He was preparing me for the world.
“I lost my virginity on my 17th birthday. He gave me altar wine. I had never had alcohol before. The sex was horrible, cold and calculating. I remember listening in religion class to the teacher saying sex was for someone special, for someone that you love. I remember thinking that maybe he must love me because he’s doing all these things to me. That night on my birthday, I asked him did he love me. He said ‘no, not yet’. Afterwards, he flicked on his priest’s collar to go say Mass, leaving me to make my own way out of the presbytery.
“He often took me out, to restaurants, concerts and to the cinema. When I was 16, he took me on trips to London and Scotland. In Scotland, we stayed in a large house, it could have been a monastery, where a priest opened the door to us and showed us to a dormitory.

“Other priests must have known what was going on. He brought me to Wexford once to see a friend of his, a priest, who was an alcoholic.

“No one seemed to think this was strange.

“One day Fr Horatio told me he got keys from Sean Fortune (the notorious child abuser who is now dead) to a house in the country and that he was going to take me there.“Later I wondered how friendly they were with each other that they would exchange keys.
“Fr Horatio never acknowledged that what he was doing was wrong. As I got older, I got braver and asked if he ever had done this before. He told me he had been with two women. Sometime after that, he told me I should have an Aids test. When I asked why, he said: ‘Remember one of the women I told you about? She had a lot of partners’.
“When I was 18, and at a stage when I wanted him out of my life, I sat on a harbour wall and thought how easy it would be to throw myself in and it would all stop. At 19, I knew that I had to get away from him.
“I think he sensed that because then he started talking about marriage.
“He spoke to Bishop Donal Murray, then an auxiliary bishop, about wanting to marry me. But, according to the Murphy report, he never disclosed how old I was or the history of sexual activity.
“Fr Horatio was moved to another parish.

“I went to see him there and, one morning when he went to say Mass, I found an old-fashioned brown case full of pornography in his room.“When he returned, I made clear my disgust. For me to even say this was a huge thing. I never, ever questioned him or spoke out of turn. We drove up to his cottage and he burnt them as though to say ‘are you happy now?’“That was a turning point. I had started my first job by then. A girl my own age who I worked with invited me out with her friends . . . I thought this was another world.“I met him one lunchtime near where I worked. I told him I did not want to see him anymore. I remember saying I needed to get away from him. He was crying. I just walked out. I don’t know where I got that strength from.
“I met my husband soon after that. I had started to drink quite heavily. Every day of my life, this hung on my shoulders. I just wanted to forget about it.“I was ashamed of what happened and put the whole burden of it on myself: why hadn’t I stopped it? Why didn’t I see what he was doing? I was beating myself up.
“Before we married, I told my husband sporadic bits of what had happened, thinking that he should go away and not get involved with me.“He kept coming back. If he didn’t, I could have easily gone down a very bad path. His gentleness and goodness kept me on the right track.“We were married and had our first baby when Fr Horatio made contact in 1995. I was all over the place emotionally then. When my daughter was born, I knew that I needed to get some help so I could make some sense on what happened to me. We went for a walk in the park. I said to myself I will be brave and confront him. But I just felt like that kid again who couldn’t put two words together. So I said nothing.“Later on, he was appointed a parish priest. I went to his house on the bus to confront him about what he had done to me. I got there and I just couldn’t do it. The confidence just left me.
“It was 2003 before I went to counselling. It took me a long time to get there and a lot of drinking. I knew that he did not deserve to be a parish priest. I knew that he should be held responsible for what he did. Two years later, I made a complaint to the archdiocese and to the gardai.“He was removed from his parish within a week.“Fr Horatio never denied anything. He admitted that what I said was true but he claimed it was a loving, mutual relationship. I know now what a mutual loving relationship is and that was not what I experienced with him.
“The Director of Public Prosecutions did not press charges against Fr Horatio in my case. But I feel vindicated by the Murphy report.“It confirmed that what happened to me was child sexual abuse and said he also admitted to abusing two 15-year-old boys. It is now clear that Fr Horatio had a history of problems that were known to the archdiocese. The Church authorities had received two complaints about him before mine. He seemed to have been in and out of the Granada Institute.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

[3] Fr. Maciel's Sexual Seduction Technique

[Content under censorship review by the Congregation for the Defense of the Faith -just kidding!]

Sunday, December 6, 2009

[2] Maciel Seduces Seminarians

"Our Father", Marcial Maciel, surrounded by the very first group of Irish recruits at Bundrowes House, Bundoran, Co. Donegal, Ireland. To the far left one of his victims, Fr. Felix Alarcon, and next to him, Fr. James Coundreau. Both priests left Maciel and the Legion decades ago for diocesan and military service.

 [Below an excerpt from corresponding chapter in Our Father, who art in bed]

Celibate or Hibernate?
In the light of sexual scandals in the Legion, which I learned
about years after I left, I add the following considerations.
During my nine-year training to be a Legionary, and indeed
during the remaining fourteen years as a Legionary priest, I
was never aware of sexual improprieties of any kind in the
order. I was never aware of being approached by a confrere or
superior in a sexually inappropriate way.
During seminary training leading to my deaconate
vow of celibacy, I was never outside the “cloister” walls of a
Legionary formation center on my own, and thus never met
an attractive woman. Apparently, in order to be chosen as our
cook, a woman had to be old and ugly. It seems reasonable to
conclude that my commitment to celibacy was, like everything
else in the Legion “formation system,” an unprocessed foregone
conclusion: “I assume, therefore I am a Legionary!”
I admit I felt fleeting attraction for that Venezuelan
benefactress, Nora. Accompanied by her rather provocative
daughter, she was allowed to flit around the college in Rome
some time during my Theology studies. She must have been
contributing in no uncertain terms to the “economy of the
Legion” for Father Maciel to permit that. Although it was kind
of strange to have a woman “in the community,” with access to
the semi-private areas in our house, all Legionaries knew that
when The Founder was around exceptions could be made to
regular observance of the rules. Anyway, my infatuation with
La Señora must have lasted all of twenty seconds, that is, while
we were together in the elevator between floors at Via Aurelia
677. And there were only four floors! I may have been slightly
troubled about it at the time. Looking back, it just proves that
I had not been totally neutered by the Legion.
Most Legionaries will attest that the atmosphere
surrounding us regarding sexuality and chastity was eerily
“antiseptic,” like that sterile smell of disinfectant you got when
entering a hospital. There was a communal belief that the Legion
had been protected from impurity by a special gift from the
Blessed Virgin Mary. So that purity was a given, and impure
thoughts, feelings, or actions were unusual, out of place, and
unexpected in the Legion. It was “don’t ask, don’t tell.” Some
guys were kicked out because of voyeurism: looking into the
showers or dressing rooms when other guys were changing, or
for other offenses that to mature eyes might not appear serious.
But the superiors would never mention these transgressions.
Sex was taboo, hidden, like the nudes in L’Enciclopedia dell’Arte
in our library.
According to the rules, or norms, we were allowed six
movies a year, never in a public theater, but in our own house,
16mm or Super-8. The projectionist and superior previewed
the movie beforehand. Whenever a remotely erotic or simple
romantic scene appeared, a card was inserted between the lens
and the film to block out the bad images.
There is a standing joke about the Irish Book on Sex: all
the pages are blank. This reflects our Legion sexual education.
We received no explanation of the physiology of the sexes, drives,
attraction, falling in love, and love-making. Who would talk
about something as “repulsive” and “impure” as that? Novice
Instructor, Rector, Superior, and Spiritual Director Rafael Arumí,
or obsessive compulsive Assistant Superior and Spiritual Director
Octavio Acevedo, not-too-bright Rector, Superior, and Spiritual
Director Alfredo Torres, or dog-lover and horticulturalist, Rector,
Superior, and Spiritual Director Juan Manuel Dueñas-Rojas?
Where would you find a manual, a booklet, or even some pictures?
All the remotely sensual illustrations in the Encyclopedia of Art
had been papered over. I’m sure some creative souls did their
own research…but not me.
I had enough with my constant doubts of Faith. On the
other hand, I must admit there was a very helpful book about
how to handle adolescent changes available in Salamanca. It
was called “You are becoming a man.” I felt I was a normal and
healthy adolescent, with normal urges, practicing self-control
and abstinence. There might be the occasional wet dream. That
would be part of confession and spiritual direction. I believe
Father Dueñas, spiritual director, rector and superior in Rome
made the recommendation: “Be more careful, and try not to
let that happen again.” I’m glad Brother Moore had explained
things a little better back in the seventh grade.
So, regarding sex everything was silenced; it was not
mentioned among us; no education, neutral, neutered, frozen.
As a heterosexual I never felt any intrusion from superior or peer.
Father Maciel, in his later confrontations with me, appeared to
express his sentiments: “Women, because of their sexuality, are
the root of all evil.” Because we were forbidden from talking
about anything personal among ourselves, I have no idea of
how others fared—those struggling with their sexual identity
or with homosexual feelings. Testimonies of ex-Legionaries now
demonstrate that some members, no matter their orientation,
were sexually approached by unscrupulous superiors, novice
masters and spiritual directors. But many of us had no inkling
of anything improper going on.
This enigma is partially solved by the testimony of one of the original
accusers, José Pérez Olvera, who exited the Legion as I was entering:
“It seemed that nothing
mattered more than the virtue of purity. We were wholesome
boys, but they drummed the idea of purity into us to such a
degree that we ended up being fixated on it. For us everything
was a sin. The obsession with offending God was so great that
I couldn’t even touch my penis when I went to the bathroom.
I ended up going to a Trappist monastery next door to confess.
This from the time I was a boy, from the time I entered at
age eleven. And I want to tell you that in Rome we were
surrounded by paintings of nudes. A virgin breast-feeding a
child was a sin. It was aberrant. The hypocrisy got to the point
that they would put little pieces of paper on art book pictures
so that things would not be seen [which produced the opposite
effect]. I lived in anguish. One could never feel serene. It was
as if God had not created sex. And to top it all off, Father
Marcial was a total hypocrite; it did not matter to him that he
had destroyed us.”
I know one of my Legionary colleagues was seriously
troubled for years for having smuggled a girlie magazine
into the seminary. Once discovered, he was haunted by his
superior’s warning that such an act of impurity demonstrated
a serious moral shortcoming which seriously jeopardized his
Legionary calling. That Legion-induced guilt hung like a sword
of Damocles over his conscience for many years. He was led
to believe that if he abandoned the Legion he would lose his
priesthood: his depraved inclination would make it impossible
for him to carry on as a priest, for no bishop would ever accept
such a deviant priest into his diocese. Another ex-Legionary
colleague, Hector Carlos—calling me out of the blue after 37
years—told me that when the Legion was trying to dump him,
his spiritual director gratuitously told him, “You don’t have a
vocation to celibacy, because you masturbate.” “Who told you I
masturbate?” retorted my recently recovered companion.]