I remember a time some ten years ago when I met some priest friends for the first time in something like 13 or 15 years. They were friends, so I spent some time with them catching up. They were by anyone’s reckoning, “traditionalists”. Whatever, they were my friends I refused to sneak about and hide in order to speak to them. I did so openly, and got smashed down for it. It was said that now, I too, was suspect, since, bluster, bluster, bluster, I had been seen speaking with them! I had no idea, having been overseas for so many years, that things had disintegrated so badly in these USA. Anyway, I figured I would get some spiritual direction about it from yet another priest, and I was again smacked down by my superiors, and this time it was demanded that I reveal what the conversation was about with my stateside spiritual director. I protested that it was spiritual direction and so was privileged, and so I wouldn’t say. That was the end of me.
Years later, in speaking with another ecclesiastical superior who I think is a saint about all this, I could tell he was interested in what the conversation with the spiritual director was about as well, though he told me not to say anything if I didn’t want to. I said that, actually, it’s pretty humorous. The discussion of the spiritual direction was about how to deal with ecclesiastical superiors who want to know about one’s spiritual direction! He roared with laughter. Hahaha.
Anyway, it is pretty tough being a priest these days, as many treat priests as being guilty by association with priests who are guilty or not, as that isn’t known, as no due process is allowed, what with the accusation itself being the proof of whatever crime. Really? Yep. That makes the bishops into heroes, you know, the same old abuse of power so as to do the self-worship thing by which all the abuse came about to begin with.
Meanwhile, what if you were to have a priest who is – ooo! suspect for being a priest! – who is totally disgusted with such abuse, who was himself abused as a kid? Pretty tough, that. I’ve written at length about my own experiences as an unwitting kiddy porn star in what is surely still by far the largest kiddy porn operation ever wrought anywhere at any time to date – as this lasted for years in multiple junior high schools on a massive scale.
Oh, I should add here that the story of speaking with traditionalist priests wasn’t the only thing that made me suspect. I was also loudly claimed to be a priest who abuses kids because, get this, because I also offer what is called the Tridentine Mass, the Old Mass, the Latin Mass, the 1962 Mass, the Traditional Mass, and that Mass – it was said – was in and of itself abusive to any kids present with their families as they would also witness adherence to the Truth of our Redemption, which was said to be passé, overwith, done, a thing of the past, of history, it being a disservice then to celebrate the Mass of the Ages, an abuse of kids and everyone else.
So, the Mass of the Ages = abuse. I see. I’M GUILTY!