The author of Our Father who art in bed, Paul Lennon, with parents in Rome, 1966
When I look back on the following episode, described in my memoir, Our Father who art in bed, excerpted below,
I experience retro-active fear and revulsion:
I, too, was geographically close to him, the predator,
under the same roof, walking the same corridors...
Oh, my God! He sexually abused people on my watch - not that I knew of it at the time, pedophiles are so astute! But Vaca, Jurado and Parga were in the Legion at the same time as me, "prefects" in Salamanca and in Rome. Then, ten years ago, it came as a blow when I learned that one of my close companions in Bundoran and Rome, Michael Caheny, was also a victim.
Oh, Sweet Jesus, thank you for protecting me!
Oh, Holy Mother, how I cry for those that were abused!
My General Confession to Nuestro Padre
I am at Sanborn’s restaurant at the Plaza de las Estrellas
mall in Mexico City’s Anzures district on Saturday, September
10, 2005. Sitting across the table, Dr. Fernando González
interviews me about my experiences with the Legion of Christ
against the background of pedophilia. He is researching Maciel
& Legion abuses, and will later publish Marcial Maciel, the
Legion of Christ: Unpublished Testimonies and Documents. I tell him
honestly I was never sexually abused in the Legion, nor was I
ever approached in an inappropriate way by any member. Two
years after Sanborn’s I still must rack my brain to recall one
unusual incident.
It involved Father R.C., LC. I was already an
ordained priest. During one of my few visits to Rome, we were
strolling along the Via Aurelia Nova close to our Legionary
residence. A woman passed by. I paid only fleeting attention
to her. I can only infer that she was “a lady of the night” from
R.C.’s question: “Ever thought of going off with a prostitute?”
I said nothing but thought to myself: “What could have caused
you to pass a remark like that? Don’t you know I have sisters? I
love and respect women. Of course, I find them attractive. But
I don’t use them! I forgive you because you are a Legionary. One
never knows why Legionaries do things. Maybe you were on a
special mission to spy on me, to look for chinks in my armor.
What would you have said, thought, done if my answer had
been ‘Yes’? Was it just your own morbid curiosity? Yours was
certainly not the kind of question sanctioned by the myriad of
Legion rules, norms, guidelines and instructions.”
Entering the LC at age 17 and 7 months, I admit I was
very immature mentally, emotionally, and spiritually; naïve
and sexually unaware, too. However, as the son of a warm
and structured home, I had strong relationships with my
mother—her only son—and with my father; he and I were
“boon companions.” I did not need Nuestro Padre as a surrogate
father.
I had the “privilege” of going to confession to Nuestro
Padre for the first time before my Religious Profession in
Salamanca, September 1962. I was 18 years and 10 months
old. By then my Spanish was good enough. It was suggested
to me by my spiritual director/superior that I make a general
confession to Nuestro Padre to receive special graces through
the Founder and as the best way of preparing for the religious
life.
During the relatively uneventful and sheltered life I
had lived before entering the Holy Novitiate at age 17, I
had accumulated two “sins against purity” that troubled my
somewhat scrupulous conscience and about which I felt very
ashamed. Before entering the Legion I had unloaded one to
a Carmelite friar at St. Teresa’s Clarendon St., Dublin. In fear
and trembling I unloaded the second to Nuestro Padre, Man of
God. I do not recall any Earth-shattering advice or apocalyptic
revelation. I felt he was kind. At the end, I kissed the end of his
stole as a sign of reverence and gratitude. He may have brushed
my cheek with the tassel in a fatherly way. I experienced a great
sense of relief because I had been able to get rid of that sin. I
don’t remember any advice. Now, I had no sin on my soul, I
was free through the Sacrament of Confession, and I was ready
to take on my vows—although the doubts of faith continued
to torture me.
My interviewer Fernando insists: was there nothing, not
even the slightest sexual innuendo in this encounter with Fr
Maciel? No, nothing. “And you were not aware of any abuse
going on around you as appears from the testimonies of others?”
Not at all.
Taking into account the two dozen testimonies of sexual
abuse from the 40s and 50s, and those beginning to appear
regarding the 60s and 70s, why were so many of us so totally
unaware? Could it be that Father Maciel is a Master of the
Game of secret societies, with their isolated concentric circles
of information and power? Maciel in the middle, surrounded
by a first cadre of “unconditionals” who silently acquiesce to his
power? Only The Master knows everything. The unconditionals
know more than the following circle, and so on. The victims do
not necessarily belong to the inner circle, for it is now clear that
those closest to Maciel are used to bring more sheep into the
shepherd’s fold. They appear within a separate circle, isolated
from the community at large, which in turn is totally oblivious
to what goes on behind the infirmary door or Father Maciel’s
sickbay? Reading the chilling descriptions in John Le Carré’s
A Perfect Spy and Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago regarding
secrecy, isolation, and control lead one to such considerations.
I don’t think I can fairly say that Father Maciel was an
indiscriminate sexual predator, thought there is no doubt that
he had a large harem to choose from for years as undisputed
totalitarian leader of the Legion of Christ. Thus there is no
reason to believe that all who came within his “spiritual”
radius or halo were potential victims. That said, could it be
that the “sin” I confessed to Father Maciel in that first general
confession, about being sexually accosted by an Irish Christian
Brother, somehow “immunized” me against abuse? If so, oh
blessed “sin”! Or could it be that my conscience was already
gelling, thus making me impervious to molding according
to this Spiritual Director’s unusual criteria? Had I already
gathered sufficient “ego strength” to avoid enmeshment with
the guru? Or had he simply not found me attractive? Maybe I
wasn’t his type. Or my nose was too big.
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There are a lot of Good, very good priests. However the Legion knows how to spin a story to match their needs. I had a lot of good times in the Legion, they treated me very well, I was no abused by anyone, However even after leaving the Legion it was not until the Legion revealed the true story about the Founder that I became aware of the true nature of the Legion and its ability to brainwash people. because the Legion did pervert Religious life for its only ends and that of its founder. Many Legionaries did not live as Legionaries should, they would live apart, have their own money, own houses, cars, etc.. Any now I know why, because the founder was not a true Catholic, he did not believe, he was a parasite of the church, using faith for his own means.
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Its sad when I think of the day in Mexico in 1998 when Fr. Alvaro spoke to us in Rosedal in Mexico about the allegations. He said they were false and were made to discredit "Nuestro Padre". These guys so intelligent as they are, were not able or willing to see the truth or even investigate. Fr. Macial has more power in the Legion than the Pope did, He knew how to use is power.
I hope and pray that the 5 Bishops will be able to see the true structure of the Legion (not the legion Painted by superiors), They will see pious communities, clean seminarians. What they don't and won't see are the one to one's the seminarians get with superiors, team balance, and the culture that is still there of hiding the truth. Even today they did don't criticize a superior, they keep the spirit of the Legion (I know this from a priest in the legion)
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From what I can see in the Media only the Tip of the Iceberg has been revealed, There is a lot more to come. I feel sorry for the men of Faith in the Legion.