By Outrage Canada
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February 11, 2025
Bernadette Howell, Spiritual Health Practitioner - January 28, 2025 Breaking silence. Confronting clergy abuse. The Minor Seminary Transparency Initiative My heartfelt thanks to all who reached out to me these past days. It’s been exactly a year since I started ‘Bernadette’s Blog,’ believing at that time that I would perhaps produce one or two blogs on the February 2024 John Doe trial and then maybe produce a blog every couple of months or so. Little did I know just how much was hiding in the dark, waiting to be exposed to the light or just how many people felt supported by someone speaking out loud, advocating for much needed change, and speaking the truth. Nor did I know what stories would be revealed, what challenges victim-survivors face, what lack of accountability there is within Church leadership and just how off-course the institutional Catholic Church actually is; so far removed it is from the life and person of Jesus Christ upon whom Christianity was founded. So much grief abounds in the lives of those who, as young children, then youth and young adults, set out filled with hope, wanting to be active in the life of church only to find that the church they loved so well was “more death-dealing than life giving”. And lastly, little did I know, and especially since D.H.’s landmark case last May 2024, that I could be so shocked by stories since shared with me about some of the predator priests, monks and seminarians who have attended Christ the King Seminary and Westminster Abbey in Mission, B.C. Or that I would be shocked by the tragic number of suicides and early deaths associated with the abuses that went on up there as well those linked to other predator priests in B.C. and across Canada. Such grief ripples out and impacts so many people, forever altering the life course of victims and their loved ones. And so, I want to thank you all for continuing to read. How good it would be to write more light-hearted material or speak of the good things that can be found within the Catholic Church. Indeed, I am sure you would welcome this too, but the truth is important and until the disease of abuse and cover-up is eradicated, this Church will continue to lose members. Clergy abuse and its cover up needs to be heard and addressed, even if the truth hurts. As responsible Christians, should we all not want to examine the foundations of a religion and the institution that governs it and work for renewal and reform? Truly, over the past year I have been shocked. I have been shocked and moved and horrified, and none more so than this week as I look back over all the emails that blog readers have shared, and the conversations I have had with those who reached out in person. Where does it end? Back in February 2019 I stood in front of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. Pope Francis was holding his 'Summit on Clergy Abuse of Minors and Vulnerable Adults’ and despite the number of people who had converged upon Rome that week, it was deathly quiet late at night as I stood there. As I looked upon that iconic landmark, I experienced such an ocean of grief. I saw before me a beautiful historic building, but I also saw that the very foundations of this ancient place of prayer that once held such richness and beauty for me, were collapsing from the weight of so many secrets hidden behind its walls. Too many men dressed in their robes of power with little to no consideration or place for women. Too many men dressed in their robes of power intent on cover-up of the crimes taking place all around them. Too much rot. I was sickened to the pit of my stomach that night and I knew then that until its rotten foundations collapsed in upon themselves, died completely, and something new grew in its place, those who had once loved their Catholic faith would never return. St. Peter’s Square. A ‘square’ that is not a square, but an oval. Like so much else in the Catholic Church, nothing is quite what it seems. As one ex-seminarian who “lived through hell”, arriving as a young Grade 8 child to Christ the King Seminary full of promise and hope, wrote, “Everything was a lie…” “Everything was a lie” he wrote, “through the watchful eye of a seriously abused and trapped kid.” Nothing was quite what it seemed. Other words shared by different blog readers this week included: “The Diocese of Vancouver, the B.C. Catholic, the seminary and the priests who remain silent – where is the justice?” “Nothing but denial and cover-up.” “No remorse.” Specifically in relation to Christ the King Seminary and Westminster Abbey in Mission, B.C.: “There are many more dark secrets yet uncovered.” “Sick, sad and complete betrayals from men who were supposed to protect the children.” “The fear (felt by the minor seminarians) was so real” “Close the place down. Open the windows. Let clean air blow through the place.” “All the boys will tell you that Shawn pushed the monk to his death.” This last comment was shared by someone I’d not heard from before; but someone who also knew what was going on at the Abbey for years. Dear readers, there are many more comments I could share, and some are very painful indeed. But I wish to continue now from where I left off last week. To this end, I’m particularly grateful to one blog reader and ex-seminarian who wished to share his own experiences of that October 1978 weekend of Fr. Damasus’s death, to include insights from before and after this event. His sharing will offer you greater understanding and perspective and you will likely find yourself asking, what is the real truth of what happened? And you would be right to question that which was not properly questioned or investigated back then. For, as different blog readers independently shared this week, the monks apparently did not allow the police to be involved for fear of what could, and would be, revealed. Namely, a proper investigation of Fr. Damasus death would have revealed the extent of the sexual abuse that was going on at the monastery at the time and which was being covered up by those in roles of leadership. Discovering what Placidus and Shawn Rohrbach were up to, to name but two known abusers, would have yielded a veritable ‘can of worms.’ “They were knowledgeable about his death and said nothing as it would implicate the Abbey. The monks would have had to have had the school closed down.” wrote one blog reader. Allow me now to share the details which Bryan, who has given me permission to use his name, provided. Bryan was a seminarian who attended Christ the King Minor Seminary at the same time as Denis Bruneau and Shawn Rohrbach. Bryan was still a high school student, as was Denis, while Shawn was an older, major seminarian, doing Arts. Upon reaching out to connect with me, Bryan thanked me for covering this story that needed to be aired and shared, and told me that he wished to shed additional light on what he remembers of that weekend but especially, he wished to speak to the ‘confession’ that I alluded to last week. For the purposes of this week’s blog, allow me also to share that Mark O’Neill, ex-seminarian and victim-survivor of Placidus Sander and other abuses at the Abbey has given me permission to identify him. In last week’s blog I had simply referred to him as the ‘December blog reader’. What I share below comes from my conversation with Bryan. Back in the early 1990s when Mark was in the midst of preparing for the upcoming criminal trial of Placidus Sander, he told his friend and fellow ex-seminarian Bryan, that “Shawn Rohrbach killed Damasus.” At the time, Bryan thought that this was a somewhat ‘outrageous’ statement. To Mark it was not outrageous at all, because, for the years he spent at the minor seminary, Mark was victimized and sexually abused by both Placidus and Shawn Rohrbach. He knew Shawn well, both in how Shawn threatened him and treated him, and in how Shawn apparently also spoke of the things he had done, as well as the things he planned to do to younger seminarians, actions some of the monks were aware of but to which they turned a blind eye. It is a curious thing, but a fact noted by many. If you are one of the lucky minor seminarians never preyed upon, you might have been quite oblivious to the threatening world of those who were preyed upon and of the fear they lived with. As one of the lucky ones, you likely would not have seen anything untoward happening. But for those not so lucky, these young boys lived on constant alert and observed every nuance of all the abusive behaviours taking place around them. Upon hearing Mark’s somewhat chilling comment, Bryan subsequently pondered it and for the entire week following something kept niggling at him, something related to a campfire evening that took place 15 years earlier. Trying to recall what was bothering him, it preoccupied him for days, but he had to let it go and figured, that in time, it would come back to him. Then, about a week later, memories came back to him. Bryan and a small group of seminarians had gone on an overnight hike and climb at The Chief in Squamish several months after Fr. Damasus death. The group included Shawn Rohrbach. Bryan, aged 19 by the time, was the second oldest in the group and with this came a certain level of responsibility. There were minors in the group, to include Denis Bruneau, who by then, was now 17. Shawn Rohrbach was in fact the oldest, at 23 years of age. On this particular night they were sitting around the campfire at the end of the day and having a few beers together. When Bryan was tending to something by the side of his parked truck a short distance away from the campfire, one of younger seminarians excitedly came to fetch him, saying, “You’ve got to listen to this. Shawn is saying some weird stuff’. The younger seminarian proceeded to tell Bryan what Shawn was saying, namely: “What if someone fell off a mountain and everyone thought it was an accident, but it wasn’t?” Bryan, upon hearing this went back to the campfire and addressed Shawn. “What is this, Shawn? Are you trying to tell us that you killed Fr. Damasus?” Bryan then scolded him for saying such outlandish things, told him that he was obviously drunk, and that he should go to bed. Almost in an instant, Shawn suddenly clammed up and for the rest of the night, barely spoke another word. This apparently, was most unusual for him. Something strange was up. Whether Shawn had in fact drunk too much or not, is not the point. There is a well-known Latin saying that ‘in vino veritas’, translating to “in wine there is truth.” It is something that I’ve generally observed over the course of my lifetime to be true. Alcohol certainly lowers inhibitions to the point that a person is more likely to speak their hidden thoughts and share more openly and honestly than perhaps they had intended. Next morning, back on The Chief, the group were belaying. From my understanding, this is when someone stands as an anchor by using their body weight with a rope attached around their waist as their partner then rappels down the cliff. Shawn was standing on the top of the cliff and Bryan was about to start his descent when Shawn asked him, “What do you remember of what I said last night?” Bryan shared with me that he had to quickly think on his feet and so, he bluffed it by indicating he didn’t know what Shawn was talking about. “I was so drunk last night I don’t remember anything” Bryan lied, and then quickly jumped over the edge knowing his life was in Shawn’s hands. Brave man. His life, literally, was in Shawn’s hands, but thankfully nothing happened. Several months after that, a few of them got together again for a few drinks. On that occasion, away from sight of others in the group, Shawn picked up a big heavy log, came right up to Bryan and slammed it down, directly in front of him, in what felt to be a threatening action from someone wishing to assert their power and presence. Bryan, as he had done before, pretended not to be concerned and, in his own words, “played dumb as a fox”. Nothing followed but Bryan felt there was untold and unpleasant tension between them. Bryan tells me he has only ever once spoken directly to Denis Bruneau about what happened that fateful day. “I’ve always wondered” he asked of Denis, “When Damasus didn’t show, who went back to look for him? The two of you or just Shawn? “Just Shawn” was Denis’s response. This indeed, was reported by the March 2000 Vancouver Sun article: that only Shawn went back to look for Fr. Damasus. In other words, Shawn was alone when he ‘found’ Damasus. When perhaps, he found him taking photographs and then what? Or when perhaps, he found him ‘missing’ by a cliff edge, and then what? Denis apparently then later added, “I was always curious to know what Shawn’s statement to the police was, compared to mine.” I guess the two, Shawn and Denis that is, never spoke together about what they each told the police - and for whatever reason. Bryan continued to share more. About a year after Fr. Damasus’s death, a small group of seminarians went back to the site of Damasus’s fall to leave a plaque there in his honour. Shawn was with them but was quiet throughout the entire time. Denis had helped locate the exact location and had described where they’d been. The group took a moment of respectful silence and by all accounts, as Bryan shared with me, it was a very moving occasion. Noting the exact location where Fr. Damasus fell that day, Bryan does report however, that “it seemed odd to us that they would leave him there” adding, “It would have been easy to reach him.” After all, Shawn Rohrbach was an experienced and skilled climber. As he was sharing this with me, Bryan remembered that he had not yet spoken to me about how he and a fellow Grade 11 seminarian by the name of Keiron went early on the Sunday morning, October 22, 1978, to get as close as they could to the site of the accident. Fr. Augustine was already there, waiting on the Search and Rescue team to bring down Fr. Damasus’s body. “There’s nothing you can do here. Go home” Fr. Augustine told them. Keiron however, had already gone over to talk to one of the police officers to ask what had happened. “It’s a little strange” the police officer told the boys. “The body has moved from where it had been located last night.” It’s hard to know what prompted this policeman to say this. And indeed, what he meant by this. Was the RCMP officer referring to the location identified by Shawn and Denis earlier the day before as to where Fr. Damasus fell? And that now that the body was found, it was in fact in a slightly different location that perhaps didn’t quite tally? Other thoughts come to mind. Perhaps the police officer could have meant that Fr. Damasus had not died instantly from his fall off the ledge where his watch and glasses were found, and had perhaps tried to move? Though had this been the case, he would surely have shouted and called out. And the boys would have reached him to help him. Or perhaps he meant that animals in the night had been around his body which could possibly account for it being found in a different location? Hmm. Not so likely even if wolverines, bears and even cougars are known to roam these mountains. The Vancouver Sun article of Monday 23 October 1978 reports that a helicopter aided in the search by dropping flares as it got dark and that the search was stopped at 8pm. Eventually Fr. Damasus body was located in the early daylight hours of Sunday morning. The body was then retrieved and brought out by a Search and Rescue ground team, somewhere between the hours of 8am to 9am on Sunday 22 October, this being the time when Bryan and Keiron had also showed up. Bryan reports two further incidences. On one occasion when a small group of seminarians were reminiscing about Fr. Damasus, Shawn spoke up. “Damasus was a back-stabbing two-timer. You didn’t know that guy like I did.” The group were shocked on hearing Shawn speak of their teacher and mountain climbing mentor like this. Bryan then went on to explain to me that Fr. Damasus was Shawn’s confessor. This might indeed account for Shawn’s ‘different’ relationship with this monk. The confessional seal aside, as his spiritual advisor perhaps something Shawn had shared in private with Damasus was, out of a grave concern for the safety of the younger seminarians, shared by Damasus with the Rector or Abbott hence the “backstabbing two-timing” comment? One blog reader had shared during this past week of how a minor seminarian had gone to Fr. Augustine’s office to report what Shawn was doing to him. Fr. Augustine allegedly laughed and then brought Shawn into the room where they both then ridiculed the minor for sharing such things. And so, to those who want to believe Fr. Augustine didn’t know about what Shawn was capable of, think again. This was only one incident reported… there are likely many others. But back to Fr. Damasus... Whether bound by the confessional seal or not, Fr. Damasus was even more determined to catch Shawn in the physical act of abusing a minor and, there were several he allegedly abused. This same information was also independently shared with me by Mark O’Neill when he emailed me just weeks earlier in mid December 2024 to say: “Damasus knew, by being Shawn’s confident in confessional, that Shawn was touching little kids.” He then went on write, “Shawn expressed to me what he was going to do with a particular student and that day, Damasus left to try catch Shawn in the act. This was the third weekend in a row that Damasus was after Rohrbach.” A different blog reader separately reported that just before his death, Fr. Damasus had caught Shawn Rohrbach sexually abusing a minor seminarian in the cabin on the mountainside. For those not familiar, about 500 meters away from Edge Peak is a public cabin. Hikers are known to pitch their tents here or sleep in the cabin. So, yes, maybe Shawn wasn’t so fond of Fr. Damasus because Damasus was on his case? Over the course of our conversation together, Bryan went on to share that the seminarians were frequently allowed to go off hiking in the mountains and on overnight camps. Bryan then recounts how, just two weeks prior to Fr. Damasus’s death that he, Bryan, and a small group of seminarians to include Denis Bruneau and Shawn Rohrbach had gone for a camping weekend up Mount Robie Reid and were due to return to the seminary the next day. Out of the blue, guess who turned up on the ridge at midnight where the boys were camping but Fr. Damasus! “It’s still Sunday” he said jovially, “Still time for Sunday Mass!” and with that, the boys all had to crawl out of their respective tents and shared Mass together. I queried Bryan as to why a monk, or anyone, would go hiking up a mountain in the dark and arrive at their campsite so ridiculously late. It was a crazy late hour to show up. While Bryan reports that it was in fact lovely to celebrate Mass together at midnight on the mountain side, the wind blowing so hard that they all had to keep their hands placed firmly on the linen altar-cloth so as to prevent it from taking off in the wind, he also agreed just how strange and odd it was that Fr. Damasus would appear so late and in the dark, high on the mountainside. In line with what Mark had shared, namely that Damasus was attempting to catch Shawn in the act of perhaps sleeping with a younger minor seminarian, perhaps this was why he surprised them all that night? Or indeed, as Bryan pondered, “Perhaps Fr. Damasus was trying to protect us from Shawn?” This midnight appearance took place just two weeks prior to Fr. Damasus’s “accidental fall”. This begs the question: Did Shawn, the weekend of Fr. Damasus death, go up the mountain alone with Denis to overnight camp together? Just two seminarians together, one with power and influence, and who had a reputation of allegedly sexually abusing young minor seminarians. And the other, six years his junior. As a claim filed with the B.C. Supreme Court notes, Shawn Rohrbach “was a predator skilled at grooming, preying upon and exploiting underage boys to submit to sexual activity after plying them with alcohol.” Did Fr. Damasus, in fact, follow them up? Either late that Friday night or in the small hours of Saturday morning just like he’d turned up so late at night two weeks prior, perhaps checking up on things and intending on potentially catching Shawn in some abusive act with a minor? And, if you will recall, the newspaper reports only refer to the two students staying overnight on the mountain, not Fr. Damasus. And is this why, next day when police were at the scene, the media say Shawn’s age was only 18 and not his true age? Might Fr. Augustine who was Rector at the time and, as ex-seminarians are sharing, was aware of what Shawn was capable of, not wish the media or the public to know that the monks had in fact allowed a 22-year-old go camping overnight with a 16-year-old minor? And thus ensured his age was reported as only being 18 years old? I find myself repeating that, ‘only Denis and Shawn know the truth’ of what really happened that day, a phrase that even Fr. Augustine notes in one of the released documents, but certainly many questions can be raised that beg a fuller and deeper investigation. But then a blog reader wrote, “Why would someone rely on hearing the truth of what really happened from a person who lied about their age?” Or, for that matter, from Fr. Augustine who did not correct the reporting error of Shawn Rohrbach’s age nor believed Placidus was capable of any sexual abuse. I later asked Bryan why he did not report Shawn Rohrbach’s campfire remarks to the police. “Oh, but I did.” he replied. In the early to mid 1990’s and after the memories came back to him, Bryan did report this to the RCMP, telling them the whole story just as he kindly shared it all with me. The response he got was twofold: “Well, most of the records have been destroyed” the police officer told him. This rather surprises me but perhaps if death was deemed ‘accidental’ at the time, and it is now 15 years later, this may well be the case. The police then told Bryan, “Besides, an extradition order is a complicated business.” Bear in mind, Shawn Rohrbach lived and resided in the U.S.A. And this, dear readers, is how the police then finally drew a line underneath it all thirty years ago. The monks too. Given that the bishop has oversight of what happens in his diocese, the archbishop also took it no further. When Mark O’Neill’s hearing took place for his own civil action in 2022, his lawyer at that time brought up this incident of potential foul play. The Abbey’s lawyers, according to Bryan, had apparently never heard this claim before albeit the Abbey’s released documents from 1995 and made public through The Transparency Initiative clearly show Mark O’Neill had brought this information and charge forward to the police, but Fr. Augustine had so readily dismissed this and another claim as “wild allegations”. The Abbey’s current lawyers, having said they had never heard these claims before, subsequently contacted Bryan in 2022 and questioned him about these events. As Mark O’Neill’s case against Westminster Abbey and the Archdiocese of Vancouver ended in a settlement in September 2022, I have no idea what was ‘settled and agreed upon’. Was Mark perhaps asked to never publicly bring up this charge again? Perhaps… But, as I understand it, one of the Abbey’s lawyers was apparently heard to have said “there probably should be a further investigation into all this.” Make of all this what you will. But no matter how you ‘slice it and dice’ it, there is a very unpleasant history associated with Westminster Abbey and Christ the King Seminary with toxic stories of cover-up and resistance to healthy change. As I already shared earlier a blog reader most concerned for the young boys and minor seminarians still residing in isolation with the monks and in this environment at Christ the King Seminary wrote: “Send the young boys home. Close the place down. Open the windows. Let clean air blow through the place.” Perhaps some investigative journalist (or journalists) might wish to get their teeth into all that has been shared these last couple of weeks as well as other stories coming from the Abbey. Golden Ears Provincial Park and Westminster Abbey would provide a visually stunning backdrop for a documentary. One last thing to share. I was reminded by a blog reader of yet another tragic death associated with Westminster Abbey which took place just two years prior to Fr. Damasus’s death: that of a Brother Dennis Gallagher who, according to Pax Regis (Vol. 34) “drowned in Cayoosh Creek near Lillooet.” I recall reading in McCullough’s Vancouver Sun article that the monks owned a cabin close by on Seton Lake. Sadly, according to the Pax Regis, it was not for another two months and “just after the middle of September when a body that had been found in the Fraser River at Silverdale, near Mission, was finally identified…as that of Brother Dennis”. Such tragedy and such unknowns for his family and those at Westminster Abbey. So too in relation to Fr. Damasus’s death. Whatever conclusions you draw for yourself having read this and last week’s blog, there is one thing that IS certain. One thing that has nothing to do with questioning. And this one thing is the reality and truth of the lasting impact on the lives of so many when sexual abuses within seminary settings are allowed to go unchecked, wherever the seminaries may be located. When men disdain others that they consider lesser than themselves, hold power and are given the authority to groom and mould young boys to be like them, and where other abnormal behaviours are considered normal, this only continues to perpetuate what needs to greatly change. This merely continues to support the unhealthy foundations upon which the Church and the Vatican stands. There are those who are aware of this ongoing disease and leave the seminary or priesthood. There are some who attempt to fight it from within albeit is a daunting task. And then there are those who knowingly remain, fearful only for themselves and of what other role they might have in life if not financially supported by the Church that feeds them. Thank you again for reading... Till next week, Bernadette PS: To all you NFL fans, Superbowl Sunday is this coming Sunday, February 9th and will be hosted in New Orleans, home to the Saints team. (My thanks to readers who sent me various links to this story. Globe2Go, the digital newspaper replica of The Globe and Mail) The Saints are owned by devout Catholic owner Gayle Benson, a long-time friend of the embattled Archbishop Gregory Aymond. Emails just made public show the extent to which the Saints owner and its leadership were behind clergy abuse damage control and even played a part in the known removal of some twenty names from the published list of predator priests, to include two who were criminally charged and convicted. “This is disgusting” said state Representative Mandi Landry, a Democrat from New Orleans. “As a New Orleans resident, taxpayer and Catholic, it doesn’t make any sense to me why the Saints would go to these lengths to protect grown men who raped children . All of them should have been just as horrified at the allegations.” Indeed, I share this same sentiment about for those up at the Abbey and the Archdiocese who protected the likes of Placidus, Shawn Rohrbach and others…