Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence in the House of God Page #4

A week went by and I knew his last

day was going to be Friday

and Father Murphy

had come back.

Father Murphy comes walking

into my classroom

and called Father Walsh.

When I saw that, I knew this was it.

I got up from my chair

and I went and peeked around

the coroner from my classroom.

I could see Father Walsh and Father

Murphy getting into a huge fight

down the hallway.

I went back and sat at my desk

and I didn't say a word about it.

Murphy came back

and nothing was ever said.

The following year, I was hoping

Father Walsh would return,

but he didn't come back.

He didn't come back the second year,

he didn't come back the third year,

he just never came back.

During the summer months,

Murphy would take some of the boys

up to his cabin,

in northern Wisconsin.

Murphy would ask the boys

to choose

which one of them would sleep

in the bed with him.

They all pointed at me to have to

sleep in the same bed as Father Murphy

And Father Murphy

molested me again

But I never touched him,

I refused,

but he would touch me.

And everybody knew that,

and they just left me alone,

and didn't say anything.

Father Murphy asked who was

going to sleep with him.

And all of us pointed at this kid,

Joe, and said, "He is."

I didn't want to be picked.

Poor Joe, I feel bad

that we picked him.

Murphy encouraged many of the children

he abused to raise money for St John's.

As deft students they

were told to target bars

with sympathetic drinkers

who were more free with their money.

Terry raised so much money

he won a motorbyke.

When Murphy took Gary and

the other seniors on a road trip

to look at colleges

in Washington and New York,

he molested Gary

almost every night.

I was afraid if I said "No",

he would be mad.

I just didn't know what to do.

I got used to it and didn't care.

I just wanted to graduate

and get out of there and feel better.

You know, between the ages

of 26 and 31, I was baptized

in a very radical way

to know that this

wasn't an anomaly,

that this

was a pattern,

that there are treatment centers.

Before ordination,

I had no idea that we had treatment

centers around the world

for priests to go to

when they sexually molested,

raped and sodomized kids.

I didn't know that.

My parents didn't know that.

I didn't know that we had

55 molesters in my monastery.

I didn't know there were

more than 70 molesters

operating in the US dioceses.

That wasn't public knowledge.

Shortly after his ordination,

at St John's Abbey,

in Collegeville, Minnesota,

Patrick Wall was given

a special assignment -

traveling the country putting out

fires for the Church.

The sexually abusive priest

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