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| http://www.snapnetwork.org/nun_abuse For at least eight years, victims of child molesting nuns and members of SNAP have repeatedly urged America's largest organization of nuns to expose the truth about child sex crimes and cover ups by women religious. But the LCWR (Leadership Conference of Women Religious) continues to essentially rebuff us and them.
Now more than ever, since they're being attacked by bishops like we have been (and are being), nuns should be sympathetic to our plight. It grieves us to have to keep prodding them to take long-overdue, simple steps to protect the vulnerable and heal the wounded. But how can we do otherwise?
Here is Mary in red, on right, in Rome at the Vatican representing we survivors of SNAN Survivors Network Abused Nuns
Contact: Mary Dispenza
Phone: (425) 644-2468
Email: mcdispenza@comcast.net
The painting below is by Tom Eminson, Jr., his self portrait, Tom is also a survivor from the Archdiocese of Philadelphia. When Snap's Mary Dispenza asked me to give her my thoughts or comments as she packed for her sojourn to Rome. I thought long and hard after blogging in words for 15 years, but Tom's art spoke to me, art beats words into ideas and feelings. I met Tom at orphan reunion ten years ago, at a time he faced his abuser, where he bravely shared his soulful expression of how he and many of us felt so many years ago, and still feel today.
Abandoned, alone, sadden, who could we talk to. The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania considered us chattel and in exchange overed St. John's Orphan Asylum, and St. Joseph's House for Homeless & Industrious Boys for silver, (the state funded our mean caregivers), to the Archdiocese for safe keeping! That was not a reality for me and others.
2002 - LCWR refuses to participate in USCCB’s “Policy for the Protection of Children”
April 5, 2002 - LCWR issues statement on clerical abuse
August 24, 2002 - LCWR National Board issues statement on sexual abuse
June 12, 2004 - Nun survivors meet for the first time in Denver at SNAP Conference
July 13, 2004 - Hand-delivered to LCWR and USCCB from nun survivors regarding Plan of Hope, Respect, and Open Healing. Also requested nun survivors be allowed to speak at LCWR-CMSM Joint Assembly in Ft. Worth. To date, we received no answer from USCCB.
August 5, 2004 - Letter to LCWR from SNAP expressing dismay over their decision not to let us speak
August 9, 2004 - E-mail to National Review Board to intervene on our behalf
August 13, 2004 - LCWR Press Release: Response of LCWR President Sister Constance Phelps, SCL saying we can’t speak in Ft. Worth
August 19 to 22, 2004 - Joint LCWR – CMSM Assembly in Ft. Worth, TX. Nun survivors attempt to attend event but are refused.
October 3, 2004 - Meeting with LCWR Leadership in Chicago
November 22, 2004 - LCWR letter to SNAP refusing to work with SNAP members who are survivors of sexual abuse committed by nuns and sisters
August 2, 2005 - Not allowed to speak at LCWR National Conference in Aneheim, CA; we are present – we delivered letter
August 17, 2006 - Not allowed to speak at LCWR National Conference in Atlanta, GA; we are present – we delivered letter
August 24, 2007 - LCWR contacts us to meet to talk but LCWR does not provide an agenda after numerous requests; Not allowed to speak at LCWR National Conference in Kansas City
September 19, 2007 - LCWR responds to SNAP, denying all five requests
August, 2008 - LCWR rebuffs us via letter; SNAP holds night-time vigil
October 9, 2008 - SNAP meets with Council of Major Superiors of Women Religious in St. Louis; requests are denied
February 23, 2009 - SNAP asks to speak at the LCWR conference in New Orleans
March 26, 2009 - LCWR denies all of SNAP's requests
August 11, 2009 - Not allowed to speak at LCWR Conference in New Orleans; we deliver letter
August 14, 2010 - Not allowed to speak at LCWR Conference in Dallas; we are present
August 16, 2011 - LCWR National Conference in Garden Grove, California
August 7, 2012 - LCWR National Conference in St Louis; SNAP members deliver letter and hold vigil
Letter sent to bishops:
Aug. 8, 2012
Dear Archbishop Sartain Bishop Blair, Bishop Paprocki
We write you with great sadness and reluctance. Each of you, like most of your colleagues, has done a poor job of dealing with child sex abuse and cover up. Still, each of you have a chance to prod US nuns to do a better job in this regard. For the sake of prevention, healing, openness and justice, we hope you seize this opportunity.
We have little faith in "internal" church "investigations" and reports on clergy sex crimes and cover ups. We have even less faith when they're conducted by bishops or “outside” firms hand-picked and hired by bishops.
Still, something is often better than nothing. That’s the case today with abuse and cover up by nuns. Right now, there's very little known about child sex crimes and cover ups by nuns. No one's apparently trying to learn more. And as best we can tell, no one inside or outside of the nuns’ community is trying to prod them to do a better job of protecting the vulnerable and healing the wounded.
So with considerable reluctance and distrust, we're asking you to expand your “oversight” of the LCWR into what the organization – and America’s religious orders of women- are doing and are not doing regarding child sex crimes and cover ups by nuns.
Why does this matter? Because we believe that many abusive nuns have never been exposed or disciplined.
many who have seen, suspected or hidden their crimes have similarly never been exposed or disciplined many who were abused by nuns have coped by essentially denying and mischaracterized the crimes they suffered, and minimizing the impact of those crimes, so they suffer in confusion, denial, isolation, shame and self-blame.
We suspect that fewer nuns molest than priests. (Research suggests that more men are sexual predators.) At the same time, however, that’s just speculation. And regardless of the rates or percentages of abuse, two other facts are important. First, there are more nuns than priests. (55,944 nuns in the US versus 41,406 priests) Second, many more nuns had more access to more kids, largely because they worked and work in schools.
Ultimately, however, the numbers or percentages are not especially relevant. If there are 400 or 4,000 or 40,000 adults who were victimized by nuns in this country, every single one of them deserves help. And if there are 4 or 40 or 400 children who may be victimized in the future by nuns in this country, they need protection.
Again, we take this step with great sadness and reluctance. Everyone knows most nuns don’t commit or conceal child sex crimes. Everyone knows that most nuns do wonderful, selfless work, often to help society’s marginalized.
But we see little or no evidence that nuns – either in or through the LCWR or their individual orders – are in any way, shape or form “trailblazers” in making the church or our society safer from clergy child predators or making substantial contributions to the healing of those who suffer because of clergy child predators.
It’s a painful truth to acknowledge. It’s unusual and unsettling for us to seek your help in dealing with it. But our concern – for the vulnerable and the wounded – and our inability to get the LCWR to be more proactive, leave us with few other options.
In the 1965 National Religious Directory:
Sisters 179,954
Diocesan Priests 35,925
Order Priests 22,707
Total Priests 58,632
Brothers 12,271
1950's pictures of Sisters of St. Joseph of Philadelphia, (SSJ) from St. John's Orphan Asylum in this picture are 2 of my abusers! My quick story >>
1) 9th person to the right, Sister Alice Patricia Waters, SSJ,
circa 1953, my 1st grade teacher, Section "L"
2) (1st person on left) Helen Constance Clark, SSJ
circa 1957, my 5th grade teacher, Section "B"
View showing the Roman Catholic Church (cornerstone laid 1867, 4800-4814 Lancaster Avenue), and adjacent St. Johns Orphan Asylum (built circa 1852) at the east end of the Cathedral Cemetery. In the right of the image, the Gothic-style church stands next to the gated entrance with gatehouse to the cemetery. A small church outbuilding, trees and paths landscape the church grounds. On a hillside behind the church, the asylum is visible. Several children stroll and play under the presence of Sisters of St. Joseph on the tree-lined property. In the foreground, pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages and buggies travel on Lancaster Avenue. Also includes printed annotations for the "Cemetery Gate" and "48th St." Our Mother, built after the designs of Edwin Forest Durang, replaced St. Gregory's Church built on the site soon after the purchase of the land in 1849 by Bishop Francis Patrick Kenrick for the development of a cemetery and other Catholic institutions in West Philadelphia
This is an early 1920's picture, but later in the 1940's Grace Kelly's dad John B Kelly (Kelly for Brickwork from "bricktown" Germantown, PA) added a 3rd floor and that was were
the nuns individual rooms or cells as they were called. The teaching nuns would be upstairs in the main building! When my mother was a girl she babysat for the Kelly's. Grace's uncle was friends with my grandfather Edward J Leddy, who operated a saloon until Prohibition closed it down!   
50-70 little boys, with the supervision of 1 dormitory nun watching and sleeping in a nearby cell room with sliding glass window under her watchful eyes! We had what the nuns would shame call some boys "wet the beds"! But before we went to sleep, the dormitory sister would remind us if we left out beds at night the devil would pull us straight to hell! No wonder some wet, while others just snuck out to use the water closet, and if we did use the pull chain to flush she we awaken!
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Friday, February 22, 2019
BREAKING NEWS! SNAP & SNAN (Survivors Network of Abused Nuns) from Vatican City!
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
To contact Jim Brown from The Hut -1960-1964, Roman Catholic Class of 1964!
james_brown0152@comcast.net
To Register Click on the Link Below:
Individuals who wish to participate in the Program may immediately register with the Administrators on this Program website by providing their names, contact information and a summary description of the nature of the allegation, including the dates, time, location of the alleged abuse and name of the alleged perpetrator.
Such information will be maintained in strict confidence in conjunction with this Program except that it will be forwarded to the local office of the District Attorney by the registrant and the Archdiocese for initial review of the allegations.
The registrant should include the following language in their written notification to the DA as follows: “By sending this notification to the DA I agree that the DA’s office can inform the Archdiocese of the allegations reported to the DA.” In addition, the Archdiocese will have the matter investigated by its own independent investigators.
Please note: If the allegation is directed at clergy of another diocese or religious order, your information will be forwarded to that entity for response.
Click Here to register to receive Program information when it becomes available.
www.PhiladelphiaArchdioceseIRRP.comSunday, January 06, 2019
English Catholic Homes Exported Homey's to Australian RC Institutions run by the Christian Brothers!
Recently our growing Homey group on Facebook decided to organize an individual response to the film Oranges and Sunshine on Netflix, which has ripped opened the deep wounds hidden and not yet heard nor healed in most of us.
We were placed in these Catholic Institutions by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania for our own moral development and put into the hands of God's caretakers.
I made a very difficult decision waiting for well over 50 years to come forward with every fiber in my body warning me to stay away from the "monsters in my head." Please see reverenced film Oranges and Sunshine
By Carol Midgley
My therapist suggested that I start with this first step in the completion of my childhood trauma; and for my PTSD healing to have an ear across the years! I tied that when calling the Philadelphia Archdiocese but no response not even voicemail box from the very professionals, set up by the Philadelphia Archdioceses to at least do an intake or hear our pained dark stories from faraway and long ago.
The Times on Oranges and Sunshine by Jim Loach
Margaret Humphreys, the real woman behind Oranges and Sunshine
A new film sheds light on a brutal child migrant scheme
On the walls of Margaret Humphreys’ office above a sandwich shop in Nottingham are hundreds of family photographs, the typical fare of happy smiles and embraces found on mantelpieces everywhere. The truth behind these snapshots, though, is far from happy. It is a wretched story that shames our country.
Many of the people pictured here were robbed of any chance of family life when they were children thanks to a government policy to ship thousands of minors in care to Australia for a “better life”. Without the consent or knowledge of their birth parents, children as young as 4 were often simply poured into boats and unloaded into religious institutions and children’s homes at the other end, then forced to work in punishing conditions.
Children have been exported from Britain since the 1600s. From the start of the last century thousands were sent to Canada and Rhodesia. The mass exportation to Australia took place mainly after the Second World War, with between 7,000 and 10,000 children sent. Incredibly, the practice didn’t officially end until 1970.
They were “white stock” sent to boost Australia’s postwar population, told falsely that their parents were dead and that they were lucky to get this chance. Hundreds grew up not even knowing their correct date of birth. Their sense of identity was often eroded by years of neglect and terrible abuse. Thanks to magnificent work by Humphreys, and her organisation the Child Migrant Trust, over the past 23 years some have finally been reunited with family members in Britain, discovering lost mothers, brothers, sisters, cousins — hence the poignant images on Humphreys’ walls. For others, however, it was all too late and by the time they traced their parents, they were dead. All they have left is a gravestone.
Now, a year after Gordon Brown formally apologised to the child migrants, their story is being told in film. Oranges and Sunshine, directed by Jim Loach (son of Ken), is a beautiful dramatisation of a monstrous truth. It is breathtakingly moving film (have tissues to hand) tracing the consequences of a social policy that was ill-thought out and often seemed to amount to little more than free child labour. Via the story of Margaret, a Nottingham social worker who exposed the full horror of the scheme in the 1980s after a woman in Adelaide made contact to try and trace her family, we meet some of the victims still living with the shame and emptiness of being a “non-person”. All are based on true stories.
Humphreys is played by Emily Watson who captures her mixture of determination, compassion and vulnerability. Humphreys isn’t comfortable talking about herself, batting away compliments about her achievements, for which this month she was appointed CBE. Neither was she directly involved in the making of the film, based on her book Empty Cradles. But she has seen it, just once, with her family and says it is “faithful” to the truth. “Let’s hope the film helps us to look [what happened] in the face,” she says. “We need people to understand the consequences of child migration because they are huge. There were times when I despaired that this terrible injustice would ever be acknowledged. That’s one of the factors that led me to agree to the film.”
Humphreys, 66, has heard countless appalling testimonies, such as the five-year-old boy tied to a tree and repeatedly raped by a Christian Brother; the little girl with golden curls held down by nuns and shorn until her scalp bled because she tried to run away; lonely, weeping children beaten and humiliated for wetting the bed, a choirboy sent to a dentist’s house to sing at a Christmas party and raped by several men. She was physically threatened herself in Australia by people desperate to protect some of the religious institutions involved (the Christian Brothers have since apologised). Eventually the stress made her ill and doctors found she was suffering from trauma.
Her own family made huge sacrifices as she worked 12 hours a day, seven days a week, often on the other side of the world. Her amazingly supportive husband Merv, also a social worker, and played in the film by Richard Dillane, held the fort at home. For seven years there was no family holiday and Margaret took no leave.
She, though, could go home — unlike the migrants. “Many obsessed over England, the greenery, the terraced houses and the wet weather that they could still remember,” she says. “Their children too have been deprived of grandparents; the losses continue down the generations.
“Identity is critical,” she says. “It’s all about connection, who we belong to, where we fit in in the world. These are fundamental questions for children.” Some of the migrants describe a deep longing to be touched — hugged maternally — as children. One, George, taken from a children’s home in Liverpool and sent to New South Wales, told Humphreys that as a boy he would sit in a gum tree every day praying that a car would knock him over. Not to kill him, just to break his legs and get him sent to hospital “because then somebody will pick me up ... then somebody will hold me”.
Humphreys says one of her migrant friends Harold Haig, who was sent to Australia at age 10, articulates it best. “He says you walk round with this lump of ice inside you that never melts, you feel cold inside.” Sandra Bennett, taken from Birmingham to Queensland, describes it thus: “Not having a family makes you feel as if you don’t belong to the human race.” This lack of sense of self, coupled with traumatic childhood, meant many found it hard to sustain adult relationships. Alcoholism is also common in child migrant communities.
I had assumed that the shipping of the children abroad was largely a class issue: the children were poor and their parents voiceless. But this was not always the case, says Humphreys. Many people found themselves in difficult circumstances after the Second World War and put their children into care, meaning to pick them up later. When they returned to the homes they were told their children had been “adopted”. This wasn’t true. Adoption was never part of Child Migrant Scheme plan. As the film shows, when Margaret traced the now elderly mothers, they were devastated to learn their children had never had loving homes. “People of all classes found themselves in situations — single parents where there was a stigma, parents separating.”
Children’s homes sometimes emptied overnight. “One man wrote to me saying he had got up one morning, gone to the breakfast table and there was no one there. He hadn’t gone because he had chicken pox.”
Tragically, the trauma of having to give up a child caused many mothers to decide they couldn’t go through it again. “To a lot of these women it was a grief without end,” Humphreys says.
“The film is about society; it challenges all of us,” she says. “It is about loss, separation, reconciliation, restitution and learning. That last word is crucial. What we learn from this will inform actions in the future. It is not something that happened over on the other side of the world, it is part of our history too.”
How did it feel to see Gordon Brown say sorry? “I saw the apology as a measure of where we are at as a society and for that alone — well, it was a pretty good moment,” she says. “The apology removed shame. It said [to the migrants], ‘It isn’t your shame, it is ours.’ ”
On the walls of Margaret Humphreys’ office above a sandwich shop in Nottingham are hundreds of family photographs, the typical fare of happy smiles and embraces found on mantelpieces everywhere. The truth behind these snapshots, though, is far from happy. It is a wretched story that shames our country.
Many of the people pictured here were robbed of any chance of family life when they were children thanks to a government policy to ship thousands of minors in care to Australia for a “better life”. Without the consent or knowledge of their birth parents, children as young as 4 were often simply poured into boats and unloaded into religious institutions and children’s homes at the other end, then forced to work in punishing conditions.
Children have been exported from Britain since the 1600s. From the start of the last century thousands were sent to Canada and Rhodesia. The mass exportation to Australia took place mainly after the Second World War, with between 7,000 and 10,000 children sent. Incredibly, the practice didn’t officially end until 1970.
They were “white stock” sent to boost Australia’s postwar population, told falsely that their parents were dead and that they were lucky to get this chance. Hundreds grew up not even knowing their correct date of birth. Their sense of identity was often eroded by years of neglect and terrible abuse. Thanks to magnificent work by Humphreys, and her organisation the Child Migrant Trust, over the past 23 years some have finally been reunited with family members in Britain, discovering lost mothers, brothers, sisters, cousins — hence the poignant images on Humphreys’ walls. For others, however, it was all too late and by the time they traced their parents, they were dead. All they have left is a gravestone.
Now, a year after Gordon Brown formally apologised to the child migrants, their story is being told in film. Oranges and Sunshine, directed by Jim Loach (son of Ken), is a beautiful dramatisation of a monstrous truth. It is breathtakingly moving film (have tissues to hand) tracing the consequences of a social policy that was ill-thought out and often seemed to amount to little more than free child labour. Via the story of Margaret, a Nottingham social worker who exposed the full horror of the scheme in the 1980s after a woman in Adelaide made contact to try and trace her family, we meet some of the victims still living with the shame and emptiness of being a “non-person”. All are based on true stories.
Humphreys is played by Emily Watson who captures her mixture of determination, compassion and vulnerability. Humphreys isn’t comfortable talking about herself, batting away compliments about her achievements, for which this month she was appointed CBE. Neither was she directly involved in the making of the film, based on her book Empty Cradles. But she has seen it, just once, with her family and says it is “faithful” to the truth. “Let’s hope the film helps us to look [what happened] in the face,” she says. “We need people to understand the consequences of child migration because they are huge. There were times when I despaired that this terrible injustice would ever be acknowledged. That’s one of the factors that led me to agree to the film.”
Humphreys, 66, has heard countless appalling testimonies, such as the five-year-old boy tied to a tree and repeatedly raped by a Christian Brother; the little girl with golden curls held down by nuns and shorn until her scalp bled because she tried to run away; lonely, weeping children beaten and humiliated for wetting the bed, a choirboy sent to a dentist’s house to sing at a Christmas party and raped by several men. She was physically threatened herself in Australia by people desperate to protect some of the religious institutions involved (the Christian Brothers have since apologised). Eventually the stress made her ill and doctors found she was suffering from trauma.
Her own family made huge sacrifices as she worked 12 hours a day, seven days a week, often on the other side of the world. Her amazingly supportive husband Merv, also a social worker, and played in the film by Richard Dillane, held the fort at home. For seven years there was no family holiday and Margaret took no leave.
She, though, could go home — unlike the migrants. “Many obsessed over England, the greenery, the terraced houses and the wet weather that they could still remember,” she says. “Their children too have been deprived of grandparents; the losses continue down the generations.
“Identity is critical,” she says. “It’s all about connection, who we belong to, where we fit in in the world. These are fundamental questions for children.” Some of the migrants describe a deep longing to be touched — hugged maternally — as children. One, George, taken from a children’s home in Liverpool and sent to New South Wales, told Humphreys that as a boy he would sit in a gum tree every day praying that a car would knock him over. Not to kill him, just to break his legs and get him sent to hospital “because then somebody will pick me up ... then somebody will hold me”.
Humphreys says one of her migrant friends Harold Haig, who was sent to Australia at age 10, articulates it best. “He says you walk round with this lump of ice inside you that never melts, you feel cold inside.” Sandra Bennett, taken from Birmingham to Queensland, describes it thus: “Not having a family makes you feel as if you don’t belong to the human race.” This lack of sense of self, coupled with traumatic childhood, meant many found it hard to sustain adult relationships. Alcoholism is also common in child migrant communities.
I had assumed that the shipping of the children abroad was largely a class issue: the children were poor and their parents voiceless. But this was not always the case, says Humphreys. Many people found themselves in difficult circumstances after the Second World War and put their children into care, meaning to pick them up later. When they returned to the homes they were told their children had been “adopted”. This wasn’t true. Adoption was never part of Child Migrant Scheme plan. As the film shows, when Margaret traced the now elderly mothers, they were devastated to learn their children had never had loving homes. “People of all classes found themselves in situations — single parents where there was a stigma, parents separating.”
Children’s homes sometimes emptied overnight. “One man wrote to me saying he had got up one morning, gone to the breakfast table and there was no one there. He hadn’t gone because he had chicken pox.”
Tragically, the trauma of having to give up a child caused many mothers to decide they couldn’t go through it again. “To a lot of these women it was a grief without end,” Humphreys says.
“The film is about society; it challenges all of us,” she says. “It is about loss, separation, reconciliation, restitution and learning. That last word is crucial. What we learn from this will inform actions in the future. It is not something that happened over on the other side of the world, it is part of our history too.”
How did it feel to see Gordon Brown say sorry? “I saw the apology as a measure of where we are at as a society and for that alone — well, it was a pretty good moment,” she says. “The apology removed shame. It said [to the migrants], ‘It isn’t your shame, it is ours.’ ”
"Don't bother with that hidden pain!"
My therapist suggested that I start with this first step in the completion of my childhood trauma; and for my PTSD healing to have an ear across the years! I tied that when calling the Philadelphia Archdiocese but no response not even voicemail box from the very professionals, set up by the Philadelphia Archdioceses to at least do an intake or hear our pained dark stories from faraway and long ago.
I called the office of Investigations 888-930-9010 and was greeted by voice mail message, but never a call back!
So I went on the the website with the ominous logo of the archdioceses cathedral http://archphila.org/delegate/
I then emailed you Anne.
- Anne Shenberger, MSS, LSW
I did get a connection to this kind person, who even offered me an apology. Thank you Al! Al suggested that I call the Victims 888-800-8780 and all 3 times I was disconnected this afternoon.
Albert J. Toczydlowski, Esq
Director of Investigations
Phone: 215-320-8003
E-mail: atoczydlowski@adphila.org
Director of Investigations
Phone: 215-320-8003
E-mail: atoczydlowski@adphila.org
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Thursday, June 01, 2017
From another row home front stoop back to Philly Days!
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| https://www.netflix.com/title/80122179 |
The Keepers is a 7-episode American documentary web series that was released on Netflix on May 19, 2017.[2][3][4]
The series explores the unsolved murder of the nun
Monday, March 21, 2016
Mother Joe 101 Years Young!
Mother Joe aka Sister Joseph Edwards celebrating her centennial on Monday, April 18th, 2016 in Newport, Rhode Island
Mother Joseph has lived in New England ever since she was transferred from St. Joseph's House for Homeless & Industrious Boys in the where she faithfully served from 1946-1970's!
Mother Joe is the only surviving Cluny Sister from the Hut is dead at 101 years!
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Calling all Catholic Homeys from the Philadelphia Archdiocese and beyond!
http://catholicphilly.com/2013/08/local-news/events/st-francis-st-joseph-homes-alums-plan-anniversary-party/
St. Francis was founded in 1888 by Elizabeth, (St.) Katharine and Louise Drexel as St. Francis Industrial School, a vocational training facility for adolescent boys who aged out of the former St. John’s Orphan Asylum.
St. Joseph’s House for Industrious Boys was founded approximately the same time by Father Eugene V. McElhone with a similar mission, but initially accepting homeless adolescent boys straight from the streets of Philadelphia.
The two institutions have operated as a single institution on the Bensalem campus and in community-based group homes since 1998. At this point St. Francis-St. Joseph is virtually the last man standing of what once was a huge archdiocesan network of residential homes for non-delinquent children at risk.
The St. Francis-St. Joseph alumni invite former residents of all the former homes to the celebration.
For more information contact:
Dick Kolb -Circa - 1945-1951 Phone: 856-303-1463 or
John J Bangert - Circa - 1953-1966 Phone: 508-514-0143 Email: jjbangert@gmail.com
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St. Vincents Tacony, St. John's Orphan Asylum for Boys, West Philadelphia, St. Joseph's House for Homeless and Industrious Boys, North Philadelphia, AKA The Hut, St Francis Vocational School Eddington, (St. Francis-St. Joseph Home) alums plan anniversary party. We also invite any women survivors from homes or orphanges for girls, like from St. Joseph's Gonzaga Home - Gemantown, St. Margaret's, and the Catholic Home for Destitute Girls 29th and Allegheny Ave.
Alumni of St. Francis-St. Joseph Homes for Children will celebrate the 125th anniversary of the founding of what were then separate institutions on Sunday, Sept. 8, rain or shine, at the main campus, Route 13 and Street Road, Bensalem. Mass will be celebrated at 11 a.m. followed by a picnic.St. Francis was founded in 1888 by Elizabeth, (St.) Katharine and Louise Drexel as St. Francis Industrial School, a vocational training facility for adolescent boys who aged out of the former St. John’s Orphan Asylum.
St. Joseph’s House for Industrious Boys was founded approximately the same time by Father Eugene V. McElhone with a similar mission, but initially accepting homeless adolescent boys straight from the streets of Philadelphia.
The two institutions have operated as a single institution on the Bensalem campus and in community-based group homes since 1998. At this point St. Francis-St. Joseph is virtually the last man standing of what once was a huge archdiocesan network of residential homes for non-delinquent children at risk.
The St. Francis-St. Joseph alumni invite former residents of all the former homes to the celebration.
For more information contact:
Dick Kolb -Circa - 1945-1951 Phone: 856-303-1463 or
John J Bangert - Circa - 1953-1966 Phone: 508-514-0143 Email: jjbangert@gmail.com
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
It took over 55 years, but I now have the courage to expose this sad history. What I want is an apology from all parties.
How to Make a Complaint of Sexual Abuse or Other Misconduct
Taking the step to report a complaint of sexual
abuse or other misconduct by a priest, deacon, employee, or volunteer
of the Archdiocese is not easy. For many people, the strength and
courage to make such a report often comes after many years of inner
anguish and turmoil. Survivors who have made such reports over the
years have sensitized us to the needs of survivors and families
especially with regard to making an initial report.
Editor: jjb -Not the best first impression! Dropped calls, disconnected etc. Making us repeat the abuse verbally!
Please note that you may report suspected child abuse to ChildLine, the 24-hour statewide system operated by the Pennsylvania Department of Public Welfare to receive such reports (1-800-932-0313) (toll free). In addition, you are encouraged to report any conduct which could constitute a crime to your local police department.
You may also report sexual abuse or other
misconduct by a priest, deacon, employee, or volunteer of the
Archdiocese to the Archdiocese Office of Investigations (888-930-9010)
(toll free). If you decide to contact the Office of Investigations,
be assured that you will be treated with respect and kindness. You
will be asked to provide your name, date of birth, current address and
phone number, name of the accused, dates and location of the abuse or
misconduct, and a brief description of the facts.
Please be advised that the Archdiocese is
required by law to report suspected child abuse to the Department of
Public Welfare’s ChildLine. In addition, it is Archdiocesan policy to
immediately refer any conduct which could constitute a crime to law
enforcement.
After your report is taken, your information
will be forwarded to the Archdiocesan Office for Child and Youth
Protection’s Victim Assistance Program. A Victim Assistance
Coordinator will follow up with you to discuss what support and
services are available to you. If you would like to speak with a
Victim Assistance Coordinator immediately after making your complaint,
we will be able to connect you. I called on Monday morning, and received a voice mail message.
The Sisters of St. Joseph, SSJ
St. John's Orphan Asylum for Boys
49th Street & Wyalusing Ave.
West Philadelphia, Penna
The Holy Ghost Fathers, CSSp,
now called Spiritians
St. Joseph's House for Homeless & Industrial Boys
16th Street & Allegheny Ave.
16th Street & Allegheny Ave.
North Philadelphia, Penna.
My name is John J Bangert. I now live on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I was raised in the early 1950's at the various archdiocese institutions where I was severely physically and emotionally abused and harmed by the teaching and dormitory nuns at St. John's; prefects and teachers at St. Joe's Home.
I am in touch with over 150 survivors in my database and we would like the opportunity to address Archdiocese Lay Review Committee.
We are in our 50's/60's/70's, more than a half century removed from those sad days of daily child abuse. Now that our children are raised and we have time to reflect on our past child abuse, we are looking for acknowledgement and perhaps apologies form the Sisters of St Joseph (SSJ's,) and the Holy Ghost Fathers (CSSp), now called Spiritians, as well as the present Cardinal and past bishops and priest of the archdioceses as well.
Our abuse is not just sexual, but emotional, psychological, educational, physical, at the hands of nuns, prefects, lay teachers and priests- intrusted by both the courts and the Archdiocese care givers and to be our legal guardians, some were kind, many were not, we just want an ear to our painful stories and for some of our life long silent, questions of WHY and HOW to be answered.
In September 1953, Sr. Alice Patricia, SSJ, beat me with a yardstick in the my 1st Grade classroom, for not knowing how to tie my shoes. She also forced me, actually pushed tomatoes down my throat in the little boys dining room, because the kitchen nun, Sr. St. Carthage, SSJ, insisted on me to finish cleaning my plate. I hate tomatoes and kept pushing them around with my folk. Sr. Alice Patricia became enraged because I was conflicted not to be lined up when she our teacher did not following her orders upon the non-verbal clicking of wooden clickers, while also being under the watchful eye of Sr. St. Carthage's patrol. Sr. Alice grabbed me violently and pushed the tomatoes down my throat and when I gagged she held me, until I vomited my food, and she then made me clean up the floor and forced me to eat was just cleaned off the floor, regurgitated tomatoes. I can still smell her Jean Nate fragrance to this day and it reminds me of the horror during my youthful reign of terror.
In 1957, my 5th grade teacher Sr. Helen Constance, SSJ, beat me in the
classroom, and in the dormitory. The dormitory nuns from Section L, 1st
grade, St. Finebarr, and Section K, and St. Mary of Consolation, SSJ both beat me with sticks, belts, cat nine tails and shillelaghs. All
for wetting my bed or not strengthening my bedspread or blanket out, or
being late for lineup.
In September 1960 at age 11, I was raped by an older boy at St. Joseph's House, when our dormitories were not properly supervised. I was savagely beaten and daily battered and eventually sexually assaulted for two years by my lay teacher Mr. Charles Warkola, in the 7th grade.
When I spoke up and ran into the Dean of Students, Mr. John Doney, I was not believed and was "left back" with failed grades, 69 was failing, 70 was promotion! I was offered a chance to seek tutoring with Mr. Warkola in his room, during summer school.
I decided that perhaps the home or archdiocesan schools would promote me because knew of my reported abuse as did my parents when my mother noticed several black and blue bruising around my ears, and after my eye glasses were smashed after one brutal encounter in study hall.
In September, 1961, I was "left back" after I flunked the 7th grade and went on to be abused for another whole school year with this same teacher monster. My other classmates, including my identical twin brother were promoted to the 8th Grade, but I was the only child left behind.
Mr. Walkola wound hit me upon the head with his college ring, and slap me across the face for not knowing my place during oral recitation.
Mr.Warkola would also make us strip down our pants and underwear past my knees "Assume the Position", he would command with his strong loud voice, as was his fear-filled mantra, I stood stand in front of the class and he whip us with squeegee taken from his desk drawer.
He would whip us so hard, we would have red welts or blisters that filled with water and looked like fried eggs. We were not able to sit down and he would force us to take our punishment like a man if we tried to seat side ways to avoid the pain or give us more corporate punishment. Mr. Charles Warkola would also exam the inside of our pants pockets looking for contraband like cigarettes, candy or chewing gum.
Can you guess what I did to soothe myself ? I would open the Baltimore Catechism book and prayed the ejaculations to the God, The Saints and the Blessed Mother to forgive me and my abusers, as Jesus did in the Bible stories which I daily hear in sermons from daily Mass. Offering up to the sacred heart of Jesus, and the Sacred Heart of Mary when I would tell the priest in my weekly confessions because some how it must have been my fought.
Recently our growing Homey group on Facebook decided to organize an individual response to the film Oranges and Sunshine (available from Netflix,) which has ripped opened the deep wounds hidden and not yet heard nor healed in most of us. We were placed in these Catholic Institutions by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania for our own moral development and put into the hands of God's caretakers.
In September 1960 at age 11, I was raped by an older boy at St. Joseph's House, when our dormitories were not properly supervised. I was savagely beaten and daily battered and eventually sexually assaulted for two years by my lay teacher Mr. Charles Warkola, in the 7th grade.
When I spoke up and ran into the Dean of Students, Mr. John Doney, I was not believed and was "left back" with failed grades, 69 was failing, 70 was promotion! I was offered a chance to seek tutoring with Mr. Warkola in his room, during summer school.
I decided that perhaps the home or archdiocesan schools would promote me because knew of my reported abuse as did my parents when my mother noticed several black and blue bruising around my ears, and after my eye glasses were smashed after one brutal encounter in study hall.
In September, 1961, I was "left back" after I flunked the 7th grade and went on to be abused for another whole school year with this same teacher monster. My other classmates, including my identical twin brother were promoted to the 8th Grade, but I was the only child left behind.
Mr. Walkola wound hit me upon the head with his college ring, and slap me across the face for not knowing my place during oral recitation.
Mr.Warkola would also make us strip down our pants and underwear past my knees "Assume the Position", he would command with his strong loud voice, as was his fear-filled mantra, I stood stand in front of the class and he whip us with squeegee taken from his desk drawer.
He would whip us so hard, we would have red welts or blisters that filled with water and looked like fried eggs. We were not able to sit down and he would force us to take our punishment like a man if we tried to seat side ways to avoid the pain or give us more corporate punishment. Mr. Charles Warkola would also exam the inside of our pants pockets looking for contraband like cigarettes, candy or chewing gum.
Can you guess what I did to soothe myself ? I would open the Baltimore Catechism book and prayed the ejaculations to the God, The Saints and the Blessed Mother to forgive me and my abusers, as Jesus did in the Bible stories which I daily hear in sermons from daily Mass. Offering up to the sacred heart of Jesus, and the Sacred Heart of Mary when I would tell the priest in my weekly confessions because some how it must have been my fought.
No action was ever taken by the home, or social services. I am was not alone in this situation. As one of my homeys, also abused by the then director of Vocations for the Holy Ghost Fathers, stated
..."my tour of Vietnam was cakewalk, when compared to the child abuse and subsequent PTSD from the days of both St. John's Orphanage and St. Joseph's House for Homeless and Industrious Boys". He will soon also be disclosing and presenting himself soon a well.
Recently our growing Homey group on Facebook decided to organize an individual response to the film Oranges and Sunshine (available from Netflix,) which has ripped opened the deep wounds hidden and not yet heard nor healed in most of us. We were placed in these Catholic Institutions by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania for our own moral development and put into the hands of God's caretakers.
I
made a very difficult decision waiting for well over 50 years to come
forward with every fiber in my body warning me to stay away from the
"monsters in my head." Please see reverenced film Oranges and Sunshine
By Carol Midgley
My therapist suggested that I start with this first step in the completion of my childhood trauma; and for my PTSD healing to have an ear across the years! I tied that when calling the archdiocese not even an auto responder from the very professionals, set up by the Philadelphia Archdioceses to at least do an intake or hear our pained dark stories from faraway and long ago.
The Times on Oranges and Sunshine by Jim Loach
Margaret Humphreys, the real woman behind Oranges and Sunshine
A new film sheds light on a brutal child migrant scheme
On the walls of Margaret Humphreys’ office above a sandwich shop in Nottingham are hundreds of family photographs, the typical fare of happy smiles and embraces found on mantelpieces everywhere. The truth behind these snapshots, though, is far from happy. It is a wretched story that shames our country.
Many of the people pictured here were robbed of any chance of family life when they were children thanks to a government policy to ship thousands of minors in care to Australia for a “better life”. Without the consent or knowledge of their birth parents, children as young as 4 were often simply poured into boats and unloaded into religious institutions and children’s homes at the other end, then forced to work in punishing conditions.
Children have been exported from Britain since the 1600s. From the start of the last century thousands were sent to Canada and Rhodesia. The mass exportation to Australia took place mainly after the Second World War, with between 7,000 and 10,000 children sent. Incredibly, the practice didn’t officially end until 1970.
They were “white stock” sent to boost Australia’s postwar population, told falsely that their parents were dead and that they were lucky to get this chance. Hundreds grew up not even knowing their correct date of birth. Their sense of identity was often eroded by years of neglect and terrible abuse. Thanks to magnificent work by Humphreys, and her organisation the Child Migrant Trust, over the past 23 years some have finally been reunited with family members in Britain, discovering lost mothers, brothers, sisters, cousins — hence the poignant images on Humphreys’ walls. For others, however, it was all too late and by the time they traced their parents, they were dead. All they have left is a gravestone.
Now, a year after Gordon Brown formally apologised to the child migrants, their story is being told in film. Oranges and Sunshine, directed by Jim Loach (son of Ken), is a beautiful dramatisation of a monstrous truth. It is breathtakingly moving film (have tissues to hand) tracing the consequences of a social policy that was ill-thought out and often seemed to amount to little more than free child labour. Via the story of Margaret, a Nottingham social worker who exposed the full horror of the scheme in the 1980s after a woman in Adelaide made contact to try and trace her family, we meet some of the victims still living with the shame and emptiness of being a “non-person”. All are based on true stories.
Humphreys is played by Emily Watson who captures her mixture of determination, compassion and vulnerability. Humphreys isn’t comfortable talking about herself, batting away compliments about her achievements, for which this month she was appointed CBE. Neither was she directly involved in the making of the film, based on her book Empty Cradles. But she has seen it, just once, with her family and says it is “faithful” to the truth. “Let’s hope the film helps us to look [what happened] in the face,” she says. “We need people to understand the consequences of child migration because they are huge. There were times when I despaired that this terrible injustice would ever be acknowledged. That’s one of the factors that led me to agree to the film.”
Humphreys, 66, has heard countless appalling testimonies, such as the five-year-old boy tied to a tree and repeatedly raped by a Christian Brother; the little girl with golden curls held down by nuns and shorn until her scalp bled because she tried to run away; lonely, weeping children beaten and humiliated for wetting the bed, a choirboy sent to a dentist’s house to sing at a Christmas party and raped by several men. She was physically threatened herself in Australia by people desperate to protect some of the religious institutions involved (the Christian Brothers have since apologised). Eventually the stress made her ill and doctors found she was suffering from trauma.
Her own family made huge sacrifices as she worked 12 hours a day, seven days a week, often on the other side of the world. Her amazingly supportive husband Merv, also a social worker, and played in the film by Richard Dillane, held the fort at home. For seven years there was no family holiday and Margaret took no leave.
She, though, could go home — unlike the migrants. “Many obsessed over England, the greenery, the terraced houses and the wet weather that they could still remember,” she says. “Their children too have been deprived of grandparents; the losses continue down the generations.
“Identity is critical,” she says. “It’s all about connection, who we belong to, where we fit in in the world. These are fundamental questions for children.” Some of the migrants describe a deep longing to be touched — hugged maternally — as children. One, George, taken from a children’s home in Liverpool and sent to New South Wales, told Humphreys that as a boy he would sit in a gum tree every day praying that a car would knock him over. Not to kill him, just to break his legs and get him sent to hospital “because then somebody will pick me up ... then somebody will hold me”.
Humphreys says one of her migrant friends Harold Haig, who was sent to Australia at age 10, articulates it best. “He says you walk round with this lump of ice inside you that never melts, you feel cold inside.” Sandra Bennett, taken from Birmingham to Queensland, describes it thus: “Not having a family makes you feel as if you don’t belong to the human race.” This lack of sense of self, coupled with traumatic childhood, meant many found it hard to sustain adult relationships. Alcoholism is also common in child migrant communities.
I had assumed that the shipping of the children abroad was largely a class issue: the children were poor and their parents voiceless. But this was not always the case, says Humphreys. Many people found themselves in difficult circumstances after the Second World War and put their children into care, meaning to pick them up later. When they returned to the homes they were told their children had been “adopted”. This wasn’t true. Adoption was never part of Child Migrant Scheme plan. As the film shows, when Margaret traced the now elderly mothers, they were devastated to learn their children had never had loving homes. “People of all classes found themselves in situations — single parents where there was a stigma, parents separating.”
Children’s homes sometimes emptied overnight. “One man wrote to me saying he had got up one morning, gone to the breakfast table and there was no one there. He hadn’t gone because he had chicken pox.”
Tragically, the trauma of having to give up a child caused many mothers to decide they couldn’t go through it again. “To a lot of these women it was a grief without end,” Humphreys says.
“The film is about society; it challenges all of us,” she says. “It is about loss, separation, reconciliation, restitution and learning. That last word is crucial. What we learn from this will inform actions in the future. It is not something that happened over on the other side of the world, it is part of our history too.”
How did it feel to see Gordon Brown say sorry? “I saw the apology as a measure of where we are at as a society and for that alone — well, it was a pretty good moment,” she says. “The apology removed shame. It said [to the migrants], ‘It isn’t your shame, it is ours.’ ”
On the walls of Margaret Humphreys’ office above a sandwich shop in Nottingham are hundreds of family photographs, the typical fare of happy smiles and embraces found on mantelpieces everywhere. The truth behind these snapshots, though, is far from happy. It is a wretched story that shames our country.
Many of the people pictured here were robbed of any chance of family life when they were children thanks to a government policy to ship thousands of minors in care to Australia for a “better life”. Without the consent or knowledge of their birth parents, children as young as 4 were often simply poured into boats and unloaded into religious institutions and children’s homes at the other end, then forced to work in punishing conditions.
Children have been exported from Britain since the 1600s. From the start of the last century thousands were sent to Canada and Rhodesia. The mass exportation to Australia took place mainly after the Second World War, with between 7,000 and 10,000 children sent. Incredibly, the practice didn’t officially end until 1970.
They were “white stock” sent to boost Australia’s postwar population, told falsely that their parents were dead and that they were lucky to get this chance. Hundreds grew up not even knowing their correct date of birth. Their sense of identity was often eroded by years of neglect and terrible abuse. Thanks to magnificent work by Humphreys, and her organisation the Child Migrant Trust, over the past 23 years some have finally been reunited with family members in Britain, discovering lost mothers, brothers, sisters, cousins — hence the poignant images on Humphreys’ walls. For others, however, it was all too late and by the time they traced their parents, they were dead. All they have left is a gravestone.
Now, a year after Gordon Brown formally apologised to the child migrants, their story is being told in film. Oranges and Sunshine, directed by Jim Loach (son of Ken), is a beautiful dramatisation of a monstrous truth. It is breathtakingly moving film (have tissues to hand) tracing the consequences of a social policy that was ill-thought out and often seemed to amount to little more than free child labour. Via the story of Margaret, a Nottingham social worker who exposed the full horror of the scheme in the 1980s after a woman in Adelaide made contact to try and trace her family, we meet some of the victims still living with the shame and emptiness of being a “non-person”. All are based on true stories.
Humphreys is played by Emily Watson who captures her mixture of determination, compassion and vulnerability. Humphreys isn’t comfortable talking about herself, batting away compliments about her achievements, for which this month she was appointed CBE. Neither was she directly involved in the making of the film, based on her book Empty Cradles. But she has seen it, just once, with her family and says it is “faithful” to the truth. “Let’s hope the film helps us to look [what happened] in the face,” she says. “We need people to understand the consequences of child migration because they are huge. There were times when I despaired that this terrible injustice would ever be acknowledged. That’s one of the factors that led me to agree to the film.”
Humphreys, 66, has heard countless appalling testimonies, such as the five-year-old boy tied to a tree and repeatedly raped by a Christian Brother; the little girl with golden curls held down by nuns and shorn until her scalp bled because she tried to run away; lonely, weeping children beaten and humiliated for wetting the bed, a choirboy sent to a dentist’s house to sing at a Christmas party and raped by several men. She was physically threatened herself in Australia by people desperate to protect some of the religious institutions involved (the Christian Brothers have since apologised). Eventually the stress made her ill and doctors found she was suffering from trauma.
Her own family made huge sacrifices as she worked 12 hours a day, seven days a week, often on the other side of the world. Her amazingly supportive husband Merv, also a social worker, and played in the film by Richard Dillane, held the fort at home. For seven years there was no family holiday and Margaret took no leave.
She, though, could go home — unlike the migrants. “Many obsessed over England, the greenery, the terraced houses and the wet weather that they could still remember,” she says. “Their children too have been deprived of grandparents; the losses continue down the generations.
“Identity is critical,” she says. “It’s all about connection, who we belong to, where we fit in in the world. These are fundamental questions for children.” Some of the migrants describe a deep longing to be touched — hugged maternally — as children. One, George, taken from a children’s home in Liverpool and sent to New South Wales, told Humphreys that as a boy he would sit in a gum tree every day praying that a car would knock him over. Not to kill him, just to break his legs and get him sent to hospital “because then somebody will pick me up ... then somebody will hold me”.
Humphreys says one of her migrant friends Harold Haig, who was sent to Australia at age 10, articulates it best. “He says you walk round with this lump of ice inside you that never melts, you feel cold inside.” Sandra Bennett, taken from Birmingham to Queensland, describes it thus: “Not having a family makes you feel as if you don’t belong to the human race.” This lack of sense of self, coupled with traumatic childhood, meant many found it hard to sustain adult relationships. Alcoholism is also common in child migrant communities.
I had assumed that the shipping of the children abroad was largely a class issue: the children were poor and their parents voiceless. But this was not always the case, says Humphreys. Many people found themselves in difficult circumstances after the Second World War and put their children into care, meaning to pick them up later. When they returned to the homes they were told their children had been “adopted”. This wasn’t true. Adoption was never part of Child Migrant Scheme plan. As the film shows, when Margaret traced the now elderly mothers, they were devastated to learn their children had never had loving homes. “People of all classes found themselves in situations — single parents where there was a stigma, parents separating.”
Children’s homes sometimes emptied overnight. “One man wrote to me saying he had got up one morning, gone to the breakfast table and there was no one there. He hadn’t gone because he had chicken pox.”
Tragically, the trauma of having to give up a child caused many mothers to decide they couldn’t go through it again. “To a lot of these women it was a grief without end,” Humphreys says.
“The film is about society; it challenges all of us,” she says. “It is about loss, separation, reconciliation, restitution and learning. That last word is crucial. What we learn from this will inform actions in the future. It is not something that happened over on the other side of the world, it is part of our history too.”
How did it feel to see Gordon Brown say sorry? “I saw the apology as a measure of where we are at as a society and for that alone — well, it was a pretty good moment,” she says. “The apology removed shame. It said [to the migrants], ‘It isn’t your shame, it is ours.’ ”
"Don't bother with that hidden pain!"
My therapist suggested that I start with this first step in the completion of my childhood trauma; and for my PTSD healing to have an ear across the years! I tied that when calling the archdiocese not even an auto responder from the very professionals, set up by the Philadelphia Archdioceses to at least do an intake or hear our pained dark stories from faraway and long ago.
I called the office of Investigations 888-930-9010 and was greeted by voice mail message, but never a call back! So I went on the the website with the ominous logo of the archdioceses cathedral http://archphila.org/delegate/
I then emailed you Anne.
I did get a connection to this kind person, who even offered me an apology. Thank you Al! Al suggested that I call the Victims 888-800-8780 and all 3 times I was disconnected this afternoon.
I then emailed you Anne.
- Anne Shenberger, MSS, LSW
I did get a connection to this kind person, who even offered me an apology. Thank you Al! Al suggested that I call the Victims 888-800-8780 and all 3 times I was disconnected this afternoon.
Albert J. Toczydlowski, Esq
Director of Investigations
Phone: 215-320-8003
E-mail: atoczydlowski@adphila.org
Director of Investigations
Phone: 215-320-8003
E-mail: atoczydlowski@adphila.org
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