Bernadette Howell, Spiritual Health Practitioner - December 3, 2024
Breaking silence. Confronting clergy abuse.
For Christians around the world, the liturgical season of Advent has just begun, marked by the four Sundays leading up to Christmas Eve and following which, the birth of the child Jesus is globally celebrated.
This four-week period is typically a time of reflection and prayer as well as a time for observing traditions.
At Sunday Masses, a candle is lit each week.
First the Prophecy Candle representing ‘hope’. This is then followed by the Bethlehem Candle representing ‘peace’; then the Shepherds Candle representing ‘joy’ and lastly the Angel’s Candle representing ‘love’.
Many families have wreaths in their homes and follow this same tradition, said to have originated in the Middle Ages and from Germany where the tradition of Saint Nicolas and the giving of gifts to children also originated.
The word ‘advent’ the dictionary tells us, means “the waiting and preparing for the arrival of a notable thing, person or event’….
I cannot help but note that here in Vancouver we’re awaiting the arrival of a different and promised event. And no, I’m not talking about the upcoming Taylor Swift concerts!
Might we, and not just in Vancouver but across all of Canada, be lighting four different candles for four different reasons this year? Candles in anticipation of the advent of change?
Firstly, we are awaiting the launch of the website arising from victim-survivor D.H.’s courageous actions in his landmark case earlier this year, when he made it an express term of his settlement that the defendants (the Roman Catholic Archbishop and Westminster Abbey) would "make public all documents disclosed by them in this litigation.”
Secondly, we are awaiting the horrendously delayed retraction notice for the hurtful and damaging two-page tribute published in Pax Regis in 2021 upon the death of Placidus Sander. Placidus, as many of you know, was a notorious predator priest and Benedictine monk who lived at Christ the King Seminary and Westminster Abbey and who preyed upon and sexually abused some of minor seminarians at this location. That two page tribute was published “despite extant litigation brought by another survivor, Mark O’Neill” at that time, showed total disregard for his many victims and their loved ones.
Thirdly, we are awaiting the long overdue (…by years) Vancouver Archdiocese Clergy Abuse Update Report, apparently to also come in the form of a website of some sort, and which we were promised five months ago, would just be “a matter of weeks” in coming.
And fourthly, we are awaiting some kind of acknowledgement of, or a response to, the letter sent to the soon to be Cardinal Frank Leo.
We certainly are in a period waiting, and of great expectation!
And for the advent of change…
Forget lighting candles for hope, peace, joy and love.
How about we light candles for honesty, predator-free environments, justice and law-abiding leaders?
Or simpler still, accountability, transparency, change and action?
D.H. has always been hopeful that the public disclosure of information pertaining to his case would herald a new era of improved transparency between Roman Catholic institutions, survivors, and the Canadian public.
And here we are, over five months later and still waiting for this ‘new era’….
Four years ago and back in 2020, I still held onto the belief that the Vancouver Archdiocese and our leaders would do the right thing. It had, up until that point, been a long weary road, exercising my right as a lay person to bring about change, and I was just hanging on by a thread.
The work of the Clergy Abuse Committee had opened my eyes even more to the obstacles in our way, such as the secrets being held and the protections being offered to abusive priests.
When, between November 2019 and November 2020, we still had no follow up Clergy Update Report, one of the essential recommendations put in place to keep the local Church accountable for all its ‘promises,’ myself and a couple of others who’d sat on that committee put pressure on those working on the Implementation Working Group. This was the group of people appointed to follow up on the recommendations and who were responsible for (well…the title of the group is self-explanatory) implementation!
Our main contact person was the Archbishop’s Delegate for Operations, James Borkowski. He had played a role in organizing the original Clergy Abuse Review Committee. He had not sat on that particular committee but he was a member of the Implementation Working Group, appointed to put the recommendations into action.
Several emails went back and forth in what felt was last minute scrambling on the part of Church leadership to respond to our requests and produce something.
But December 1st came and went. So too did December 8th.
It was just days before Christmas when that second report was finally published.
It was published so close to Christmas that word, justifiably so, circulated and did the rounds complaining about the ‘archdiocese’s purposefully late intentions’, hoping perhaps that this second report might slip by unnoticed and with little response or reaction from the public.
This is what happened in December 2020.
Are we to expect the same in December 2024?
Will we, when folk are so busy with Christmas preparations and minds focused on this major end-year event, find that all the Church’s promises made months and months ago, finally come to fruition with just days to go to before Christmas?
Will our ‘alternative’ Advent wreath with its candles for honesty, predator-free environments, justice and law-abiding leaders be ablaze with light?
Speaking of promises, I’m conscious that I made a promise to all of you in my blog of October 29 to let you know if I got any kind of response to my letter to Archbishop and Cardinal Elect, Frank Leo.
If I make promises, I do my utmost to keep them…
Alas, I have not received any response.
Not so much as a courteous two-line email message to say: “Thank you for your letter which I wish to acknowledge. My hope is to respond to you in the next...”
It seems like our would-be cardinals do little better than our bishops in tackling the issue of clergy abuse or caring for victim-survivors, and we’re left once more with the feeling that nobody cares, and no-one is listening.
Our leaders are well aware of the major issues and concerns, yet no one bothers to stop, reach out, offer support and…well, simply, care.
I am reminded of a situation I found myself in last week.
Driving along a busy road on Vancouver’s North Shore heading east and passing Capilano Mall, I gave ample warning to indicate I would turn right at an upcoming traffic junction. The lights were green for the main flow of traffic, but naturally, I slowed down before cautiously turning right, knowing that there was likely to be a waiting pedestrian or two. Sure enough, the pedestrian lights came on just as I was about to turn and so I came to a stop, allowing a pedestrian to step off the pavement and onto the road so as to safely cross.
Alas, the driver of the car behind me must have been very distracted for they did not anticipate this at all.
Wham, bang, wallop!
With a sudden and noisy jolt, they slammed straight into my rear end.
It was quite the impact. As I sat there, momentarily stunned, the motorist then suddenly pulled away and sped off, quickly changing lanes and disappearing into the busy traffic. I could not believe what I was seeing.
The shock of the impact was one thing. The shock of the driver not stopping was another!
Trying to memorize the number plate before moving off the main road and to safety, I gingerly drove around the corner in the direction I was headed and pulled in on the side of the road. I needed to gather myself and to assess the damage.
Stepping onto the road, I flagged down a car that had followed me around the corner. The driver reluctantly stopped upon seeing me trying to wave him down, told me he’d noticed a car hit me and then speed off, but that he had no further detail to offer.
Reluctantly he agreed to share his contact details which I asked for so that I might report a witness to the event but then quickly, wound up his window and drove on, without so much as a word of ‘Are you okay?’
A second vehicle then came around the corner and, annoyed to find my car pulled in to the side where typically no cars are allowed to park, angrily honked their horn at me.
Some of you may believe me to be a harmless, elderly, gray-haired woman (…and this I am…) but I was upset and angry at this driver’s impatience and lack of consideration. And I was quick to raise my two fingers at the driver and his passenger as they passed by!
Could they not see my badly damaged car bumper?
Fuming, I got back into my car and drove the short distance to a parkade entrance, and upon finding a quiet spot, took a long, deep breath and then let it all out!
Later calling the police, I found they really had no interest. With no dash-cam and only able to offer a partial license plate and vague car details, they told me they would not be opening a police file unless ICBC insisted upon it.
ICBC, a call which took a good 40 minutes, were horrified the police had not opened a file and advised me to ring them back a second time.
I dutifully did so.
More reporting of what had happened, but little interest shown. And yes, I was told, there likely are overhead cameras at that particular intersection but that the onus, apparently, is on me as the driver to request and pay for such footage to be released. I would need to write to the Vancouver City office and pay a $600 fee to get a copy of such camera tapes, a procedure that could take as long as six months and with no guarantee of what action, if any, might then be taken.
A crime had just occurred. A person who had caused a motor vehicle accident had just fled the scene. But no action was going to be taken.
Several hours later when feeling somewhat calmer and less rattled, I reflected back on the day, and I realized why I was so upset.
No, I had not been injured. And the pedestrian crossing the road had safely made it to the other side. They had likely heard the squealing tires and metal crushing metal behind them but seemed oblivious to anything more than the fact that they were safe.
And as for all the other drivers around and behind me, some who would have witnessed the hit and run? They just went about their own business and went on their way.
I realized that what was truly upsetting me was that no one had stopped.
And I’m not just talking about the hit and run driver. I’m talking about ALL the passers by.
Not one single person stopped to ask, ‘Are you okay?’
I cannot help but draw parallels between this incident and what goes on in the Catholic Church today.
No one is stopping, or asking those harmed by clergy abuse, “Are you okay?”
No one is stopping or saying,
I know what happened to you.
I cannot imagine the trauma you have suffered.
I know how wrong it is.
Is there anything I can do to help?
No one, least of all our bishops and the soon to be new Canadian cardinal, Frank Leo, is stopping to say, “I hear you”.
Or saying:
I understand what you’ve been through. I heard you say that you and your readers have grave concerns for the young children attending Christ the King Minor Seminary, the last remaining seminary in Canada, and you want to ensure their safety.
I hear you…and I hear that you’ve asked me to bring this to the attention of Pope Francis.
No, no such luck. Just more silence and the indignity of being ignored.
Just like the busy motorists on Marine Drive last week who clearly saw what they saw, but chose instead to ignore.
It’s bad enough that most regular Catholics do nothing and say nothing, but ten times worse that Church leaders, whom one is supposed to trust, show no care whatsoever.
To any readers of this blog who may be in Church leadership roles and administration, I challenge YOU to be different.
I challenge YOU to not be like our bishops and cardinals and priests who ignore the crime that has just taken place and who just keep driving on, comfortable in your own cars and your own bubble of safety.
I challenge YOU to step up to the plate and be a change-maker.
Jesus did not ignore the blind man shouting out to him over the noisy crowd!
Far from it.
No, Jesus stopped. He looked around and asked, “who’s that who’s crying out?”
And, upon finding the blind man, asked him:
“What would you like me to do for you?”
Will we ever experience an advent of change that brings with it honesty, predator-free environments, justice and law-abiding leaders?
And bishops and cardinals and ordinary priests who say ““What would you like me to do for you?”
Hmm....
Still waiting….
Bernadette
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