Anne Manne, in her feature “Rape among the
Lamingtons,” [Warning: her outstanding article may trigger deep emotional
responses][1]
has written one of the most devastating exposes I have read in a lifetime. One
respondent, when I posted a link on my Facebook page, wrote “Sickening. Perverted. Revolting. These are the three words
that rise up for me. I don't want to be associated with institutions like
this.”
I get that, I
really do. Except that for me walking away may not help, may be just
produce another head in the sand. After all, governments rape and kill, banks, extort,
petro-corps screw Mother Earth, and humanity just screws. The institution is
dying, justifiably. But do we walk away?
That cannot be, at least for me, the answer. It is too comfortable. The institution I love has screwed
human beings over, tainted its message (a message it claims has eternal
ramifications, though I have less certainty about that), left shattered lives
reeling in its wake. I have few words that convey my horror. Even “fuck” has
been so denuded of meaning that it is utterly inadequate. Like Dylan standing
at the grave of the Masters of War, we have to stand there until we sure that
its dead. Except we must stay in the coffin.
Reading Manne’s
piece, fewer then twelve hours after skimming after the Royal Commission’s Report of Case Study No 36:
the response of the Church of England Boys’ Society and the Anglican Dioceses
of Tasmania, Adelaide and Brisbane to Allegations of Sexual Abuse (January 2017)[2]
left me struggling to find meaning in so much that I have believed in and
served and proclaimed for more than thirty years. Twilight zone, sliding into
midnight zone, darkness long past the eleventh hour. Darkness visible. Dark, as
Lawrence put it, darkening the daytime torch-like with the smoking blueness of
Pluto’s gloom.
The Report names figures like Daniels[3]
and Brandenberg,[4]
and adds for me extra, if irrational chills. Though I never met either of them,
I was close to many who knew them well. One family in particular, with whom I
stayed from time to time, were very close to both these men. Often, when I
signed my hosts’ visitors’ book, I saw either Daniels’ or Brandenburg’s name
amongst the names above mine. I knew of Daniels in particular as one of the
up-and-coming priests in Tasmania, a name bandied around as someone to watch,
someone I should meet. I never did.
I was never sexually abused by a priest. God
knows what I would have done if I had been. I was protected, probably, only by
the fact that I was married and, as it happens, married to the daughter of a
bishop (later archbishop). His credentials as an opponent of sexual predation
and indeed libertinism were impeccable, a dimension off-putting to would-be
predators. I wonder how many others of who we younger men shared a knowing look
and a nudge, nudge, wink, wink were in fact serious and serial predators?
So I was saved from the predation of
perpetrators of evil, men like Daniels, Brandenberg, Hawkins,[5]
Elliot,[6]
Rushton,[7]
Hatley Gray,[8]
Parker,[9]
Lawrence[10]
and others.
Thank God.
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink? Manne tells of
the vicious cynicism with which one powerful, obfuscating lay-person, a diocesan
council member and solicitor, sought to downplay the seriousness of a brutal
anal rape that took place on a table filled with lamingtons (small cakes) by
bringing lamingtons to the meeting at which this same “rape among the lamingtons”
was discussed. How sick, we might say in common parlance, was that? How evil?
How satanic, with all the deepest resonances of those ancient adjectives?
This obfuscator generated what Manne calls
a “grotesquely discordant response” to the evil. “Thus it is not child rape but
merely funny, having sex with a boy on a table of lamingtons.” It is, Manne
notes, a form of interpretive denial, designed to shroud the horror of an event
in a cloud of faux humour. As a way to trivialize a cataclysmic assault on any
person this form of dark humour is a satanic dehumanization of exactly the sort
utilised by Nazis[11]
and other perpetrators of extreme evil. It is an attempt to disassociate from the
heinous nature of evil acts.
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink? I can only hope
that when we trivialized rumours and innuendos at the time I first encountered them (in the libertine
early 1980s) we did so because we assumed that participants in the slightly seedy, Brideshead Revisited ecclesiastical underworld
were consenting adults; never in my wildest nightmares did I think we might be
talking about the rape of children.
In Case
Study No 36 the narrative recalls a moment when one of the serial abusers,
Garth Hawkins, groomed a witness known as BYF. “We find that Hawkins …[12]
ran his fingers through BYF’s hair, told him he was good looking, gave him
compliments and invited BYF to share his bed.” Though I never met Hawkins, in
1983 I attended a clergy conference in a Victorian diocese. A priest – another
figure considered to be “up-and-coming” in the national church – ran his hands
through my hair, commenting tenderly on its alleged beauty, while his colleagues laughed. At 23 I looked
about 16, and was, I assume he assumed, fair game for predation.
Homophobic in those days, I started, pulled back, and pushed his hand away. As the designated
driver for the guest speaker I was icy sober; had I been less so, and unaccompanied,
had I been alcohol- or other drug-befuddled, my bewilderment may well have
compromised my reactions (as I well know, from occasions in my life not
involving predatory clergy). Either way, as I pulled away I noted in the corner
of my eye another priest, seated nearby, shaking his head in a vehement caution
to the perpetrator, gesturing towards my soon-to-be father in law, warning that
my links made me a risky prospect.[13]
I can only begin to imagine the horror that
the victims and survivors of this systemic perpetration of evil have
experienced – and are still experiencing decades after the crime. To experience
sexual assault or rape is to experience the deepest denial of human rights. To
experience systemic cover-up and denial of the events is to enter into a
Kafka-esque world in which yes means no and no means yes and any utterance can
be tied down in an ugly slick of institutional obfuscation and denial. It is also to
be confronted by the deep fiscal pockets of a bullying institution. To turn to trusted
figures in an institution that is meant to be bearer of light and hope, to find
there only cynical stalling tactics, smoke and mirrors, lies, threats, and systematic
re-rape, is horror to match any that the great writers and painters of despair
have depicted. It is to be embedded in the screamingest pores of Munch’s
scream. It is to die a living death.
The church deliberately prolonged and
exacerbated the agony of the victims. The church that I love perpetrated evil
every bit as great as the church that nudged and winked, aided and abetted the
rise of Adolf Hitler. I was the church. My friends were the church. We are as tainted
as post-war German Christians were tainted, tainted with the knowledge that our
nudges and winks and blind eyes were acid in the raw wounds of the silenced
sacrificial victims.
For thirty years I have defended and served
the institution that perpetrated this chorus of silent screams. I have stayed
within the institution, arguing that inside, not outside, is the place to
achieve reform. I argued often in preaching and writing that the institution
was dying, had to die, and that its death was an act of the God I believed I
served. I called it “creative entropy.” But never did I believe the depravity
to which my tribe had sunk, that the death had to be so dead. I thought that
the death was because we were marginalised. I knew of the horrors of the Canadian
Anglican church, but Canada is so far away. I did not know how dead we must
die.
Where to from here, knowing my people
decimated human lives in the name of the Christ I believed we were serving?
I can only for now stutter apologies to
those who suffered. I am so sorry we never heard your cries. I will stay with
this institution, for I know no other way, now. I will stay with it in its deserved
death throes, will not swim from this Titanic.
But by God, the vocation of those of us who are left will be to sink with this beast
deep beneath uncaring waves. Only then might something resembling Christ-love
rise, phoenix-like, from the tomb that is ours.
Abuse survivor Clare Pascoe adds the following:
Three things I think those who are left must push for:
1) an independent complaint panel. Until the church demonstrates, by acceding to that, that it is willing to be externally accountable, it will not regain trust.
2) meeting survivors. Very few clergy, and even fewer laypeople have actually come face to face with survivors and their pain. Even reading RC reports is still one step removed. Congregations need to invite survivors to their parish to tell their story in person; to tell of the abuse, and of the church's humiliating and horrifying response.
And
3) listening to survivors. Not just listening to their stories, but to the insights they've gained about what needs to change. Because we are really the only ones who can see that clearly, from the depths of our bad experiences.
Abuse survivor Clare Pascoe adds the following:
Three things I think those who are left must push for:
1) an independent complaint panel. Until the church demonstrates, by acceding to that, that it is willing to be externally accountable, it will not regain trust.
2) meeting survivors. Very few clergy, and even fewer laypeople have actually come face to face with survivors and their pain. Even reading RC reports is still one step removed. Congregations need to invite survivors to their parish to tell their story in person; to tell of the abuse, and of the church's humiliating and horrifying response.
And
3) listening to survivors. Not just listening to their stories, but to the insights they've gained about what needs to change. Because we are really the only ones who can see that clearly, from the depths of our bad experiences.
[1] https://www.themonthly.com.au/issue/2017/may/1493560800/anne-manne/rape-among-lamingtons.
Retrieved Tuesday, 16 May 2017.
[2]http://www.childabuseroyalcommission.gov.au/getattachment/bdf99b59-7e8f-4e5e-9ce3-c36253cc96de/Report-of-Case-Study-No-36.
Retrieved Tuesday, 16 May 2017.
[3] Case Study No 36, 49-74.
[4] Case Study No 36, 83-104.
[5] Case Study No 36, 10-11,
15-16.
[6] Case Study No 36,
107-122.
[7] “Among the Lamingtons,” passim.
[8] “Among the Lamingtons,” passim.
To be strictly distinguished from Paul Gray, the victim, survivor, and witness,
who was a preyed upon by Rushton. Manne notes, “Hatley Gray pleaded guilty and
was given a three-year good behaviour bond and a $100 fine. As Sharp argued,
this was a “very generous” result for raping a 15-year-old boy. Hatley Gray was
then employed by the Willochra diocese in South Australia as a youth worker.”
[9] “Among the Lamingtons,” passim.
[10] “Among the Lamingtons,” passim.
[11] Hitler was well known for making jokes about Jews, according to his
bodyguard, Rochus Misch, in a book yet to be released. See
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1028813/Hitler-comedian-The-Nazi-leaders-bodyguard-reveals-different-dictator.html
. Retrieved Thursday, 18 May 2017.
[12] The ellipsis denotes omission of reference to (now) Archbishop
Phillip Aspinall, who was interrogated in depth about his awareness of
paedophile activity in the Diocese of Tasmania. Later reference to Aspinall
notes “We are satisfied that, when Hawkins asked if one of the young men would
spend the night in his bed, Mr Aspinall jokingly pressured BYF to do so. However, Mr Aspinall
did not do so with any belief or intent that BYF would be sexually abused by
Hawkins.” [12] Case Study No 36, 11.
[13] Unfortunately – or otherwise – I remain unsure of the identity of
that priest, as two similarly named priests from that diocese at the time have
become confused in my mind.
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ReplyDeleteMichael re ref (12) there are linkages to case study (3)North Coast Childrens Home . and also other linkages to CS 36 ( evidence linked to SA) on a different evidentiary strand.
ReplyDeleteAfter all sub judice matters are resolved intend to publish more here sv-wa.com. cheers richiejs.
Thanks, Richie
DeleteIf only more voices from within the church were like this.
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