The Kid and The Choirboy – the harrowing story of George Pell’s victims

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The Guardian    Australia

Wed 27 Feb 2019

In this extract from Cardinal: The Rise and Fall of George Pell, one boy’s family tell Louise Milligan the cataclysmic effect abuse had on him

This is the story of two teenage boys sent on scholarships from what were then Melbourne’s inner suburbs to a Catholic boys’ school – St Kevin’s College. St Kevin’s is in Toorak, Melbourne’s most exclusive precinct.

The school is wedged between the Kooyong Tennis Club and the Yarra River, and closed behind grand iron gates with gilded lettering. The boys wear boater hats and navy blazers, candy-striped with emerald and gold. While the area the boys came from has now gentrified, in the 1990s it might as well have been a different planet.

I’m not at liberty to name the boys – complainants of sexual assault and their families have a legal right to anonymity and it has been requested here. I’ve called them The Kid and The Choirboy.

The boys got their ticket to St Kevin’s because they could sing. The choirmaster from St Patrick’s Cathedral had sent scouts to the Catholic primary schools around Melbourne’s suburbs to find boys on the cusp of puberty who had the voices of angels. In return for their vocal skills, the boys received choral scholarships to St Kevin’s.

When The Kid remembers it, he has tears in his eyes.

“It was a dream of my mum and I, that I could go to this incredible private school that we could never afford, she was so proud,” he says.

The Choirboy’s mum, whom I’ll call Mary, had no idea her boy had this talent.

“But it was good, you know?” Mary says, smiling at the memory. “A nice scholarship for a good education.”

It was to be a big commitment for the families but the boys were very enthusiastic. The working parents carpooled to help with the commute. The Choirboy threw himself into his new role as he did everything in life.

“Oh my god, everything had to be done yesterday,” Mary laughs. “[He] would disappear from sun-up to sundown … He was just gung ho, you know?”

Weekends were filled with song. The choristers were expected to sing from the first day of term one to Christmas Day. The Choirboy loved it.

In 1997, the last year that The Choirboy and The Kid spent in the choir, the bluestone gothic pile known as The Cathedral Church and Minor Basilica of St Patrick, or simply, St Patrick’s Cathedral, was celebrating a centenary since its consecration.

Huge celebrations were planned and, in its honour, the boys were to perform Handel’s Messiah. The sounds of “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hal-le-lu-jah!” echoed around the sacristies and the nave. His Grace, Archbishop George Pell, was to say the mass.

Other boys, now men, who were in the choir at the time remember Archbishop Pell being a regular presence in their lives.

During May 2016, I called as many of the 50 choristers from the time as I could muster. I think I got to about 35. Of those left, the remainder were either adult or much older members, a couple of overseas visitors, a handful who could just not be found and one or two who chose not to answer my calls or messages. Several are now high-profile singers and musicians.

The boys would practise four days a week, and two of those sessions would be at St Patrick’s Cathedral. Pell would drop in to watch the singing from time to time. Some of the guys also remember him joining the annual camp they attended at Easter to prepare for the holy season’s masses. He would say mass for the boys at the camp.

The Choirboy’s older sister remembers a very amiable boy.

“He always liked company as well, he always had to have someone with him all the time and he was, he was a great kid. [He] was, as a child, just a normal child.”

But at some point between his 13th and 14th birthdays, The Choirboy’s enthusiasm waned considerably.

“Little murmurs, you know? Like, he was tired, you know, of the commitment to getting up early in the morning to practise,” Mary says.

The boys would start their rehearsals an hour before school two days a week and also on Sundays before mass. They’d also have evening sessions at the cathedral once a week. The lead-up to Holy Week at Easter was terribly busy.

Mary’s son began to grumble about getting up to go. Mary just put it down to his teenage years. Then, one day, he snapped.

“Yeah, just out of the blue, ‘I don’t want to be in the choir any more,’” she remembers. “And we said, ‘Well, you do realise we can’t afford the school fees?’ And he said, ‘Yeah,’ and I said, ‘Well, think about it,’ I said, ‘We can’t do anything till the end of the year and you can’t really swap and change.’”

Mary was not pleased. She says for her family, the St Kevin’s school fees were “astronomical”, and it seemed a shame to miss out on the rest of the school experience just because her son was weary of choir. But the boy was immovable. The boy’s father, John (again not his real name), also remembers a meeting with the choirmaster where the parents were told that their son was disruptive in choir practice – coughing during the singing. The choirmaster was also upset that the boy was bending the corners of the music sheets. He also wanted the boy to leave.

George Pell as archbishop of Melbourne in 2001

Pell as archbishop of Melbourne in 2001. He sexually assaulted the two boys in 1996 and 1997. Photograph: Julian Smith/AAP

The Choirboy’s father, who separated from his wife many years ago, said before his son was about 14, he had always been very well-behaved “and all of a sudden to change from being well-behaved to that was a bit of a mystery”.

The boy became disengaged and disruptive at school. His parents and school were so concerned that in September 1997 they brought him to see a psychiatrist at the Royal Children’s hospital in Melbourne. The assessment, which John has kept, found the boy was of average intelligence and had been a good student. But his grades had been slipping and, while a friendly enough boy, his answers now tended to the monosyllabic, his responses were “under-elaborated” and his working memory was affected.

At the end of the year, The Choirboy was to be a chorister no more – he was moved out of St Kevin’s to a more affordable local Catholic secondary.

“I just put it down to him being a teenager and deciding he’d had enough – that it was, you know, too tiring,” Mary says.

That very same year, his friend, The Kid, had also made the same firm decision to get out of the choir as soon as he possibly could. His behaviour at school also became a problem. His voice had broken and, no longer a soprano, his choir days were numbered. He too had gone to another Catholic school, and the families rarely saw each other. The boys drifted apart.

Mary’s daughter noticed a marked difference in her little brother from that point.

“Looking back, yeah, his whole personality, well, he changed. He did. He wasn’t the same person as what he was beforehand,” she says.

“His life spiralled,” Mary says. “It really did spiral.” Her daughter nods and presses her lips together.

Mary and her daughter are sitting on a sofa in Mary’s living room in her unit in a suburb of Melbourne. They are hospitable and decent women, unpretentious and plainly dressed. They have been searching for answers for what happened to their son and brother for years.

Mary lives alone – her daughter is bringing up a young family. Mary works in a shop and tries to make sense of life. But her sparse little unit is a house of grief. While she is stoic and does not make a fuss about the raw deal that the past few years have dealt her, her mouth betrays her. It’s permanently slightly drawn down at the corners. She’s a woman who has had a full-time job keeping a son together and now he’s gone. After it happened, she was left scratching her head, making meals for one and wondering how it all went so wrong. Until The Kid came along.

The year after he left the choir, The Choirboy got into drugs. In a big way. While at age 13 he had sung Handel’s Messiah, clad in a choirboy’s crimson and white robes, eyes cast up to heaven, by his 14th year he was already dabbling in heroin.

“It’s devastating to watch your child spiral like that,” Mary says, shaking her head at the memory of anger, frustration, heartbreak that she dealt with in equal parts.

John had worked as an honorary probation officer for many years and he saw the same behaviour in his son as in the juvenile justice kids he worked with, who were often victims of abuse. “I met a lot of young offenders of that age – and they are different. They behave differently, their mannerisms are different. That’s the way [my son] was going and yet there was no reason for why he should be that way.”

His sister watched her brother completely withdraw.

“I think from my point of view, he changed to a point where you know, he was in his own world,” she says.

The teenager changed friendship groups. He stopped talking.

“He just became very distant, very enclosed,” she says. “It was embarrassing for me because, looking back, I didn’t know why or what this stemmed from and how this was … ” She trails off. “It was embarrassing for me as a sister that I had a brother that was like this.”

For Mary, it was harrowing to watch her son constantly chasing heroin. Every now and then, he’d go to rehab and she’d have to drive him somewhere to help him score because you wouldn’t get in to a program if too much time had lapsed since your last hit. It was mind-boggling for a decent woman who thought she’d brought up two great kids, given them the best education she could.

From time to time, her son would report that he had bumped into The Kid somewhere when he was out socialising with his mates. He told his mum that The Kid was “struggling a bit”.

She asked her son was it drugs, too? But no, it wasn’t drugs, he answered. He was just “struggling”. Her son was a young man of few words and, at the time, The Kid’s struggles had no meaning for her, and so she didn’t inquire any further.

Her son’s heroin chase went on for about 15 years. The Choirboy never had a career, was never able to hold down much of a job. He was a devoted uncle to his small niece and nephew and Mary says he was, despite it all, a loving and good son. He lived with his mum and she was sometimes questioned about why she didn’t kick him out. But Mary knew she was all her son had.

“I care about my son, I love my son, that’s my son,” she says, speaking in the present tense of a mother who still struggles to come to terms with the fact that her youngest child is now a past-tense concept. “If I don’t care about him, no one else is going to care about him – simple as that.”

The Choirboy died in 2014. He was 30.

Mary told almost everyone she knew that he died in a car crash. But it wasn’t a car accident. It was a heroin overdose. She says she just didn’t want the shame and the pity. All that’s left of him now is a poorly tended Facebook page with a poorly taken profile picture. He’s not smiling.

Mary’s daughter kept her mum’s secret too. “I have never told anybody, only one of my closest friends ever knew,” she says. “I told everybody it was because of a car accident because I don’t want to have to explain to people that, you know, my brother lived half his life as a drug addict, and a heavy one at that.”

The funeral was on a Thursday in 2014. The sort of day when, all those years before, Mary would be packing her son off to St Pat’s to sing his little heart out in the cathedral.

Now she was preparing him to be buried.

Although she had informed The Kid, she was still slightly surprised to see the young man respectfully take his place in a pew. In the following months, Mary would occasionally see The Kid when he came into the shop where she worked. They’d have a small chat. He was a well-brought-up boy, she thought. He’d always give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Months later, Mary was serving customers at work when she received a telephone call from a detective from Victoria police. Immediately she assumed they were trying to pin something on her son.

“I said, ‘You do realise [my son] passed away?’” And they said they did and they passed on their condolences. And the detective mentioned something about sexual assault.

“Well, I nearly fell over,” she says. “And I said, ‘You can hang a lot of things on my son, but that’s not one thing you can hang on my son’.”

Of course, the detective wasn’t referring to her son as a perpetrator. He wanted to know if her son had told her about anything that he’d borne witness to or experienced during his time at St Patrick’s or St Kevin’s.

Mary was shocked. “And I’ve gone, ‘Oh, I don’t know anything about that one, you know, I have no knowledge,’” she remembers.

Detectives from Taskforce SANO, established to investigate child sexual abuse in religious organisations, then came to take a statement from Mary. She was completely in the dark about what had happened. And in her confusion, a new trauma came flooding back.

“I was floored,” Mary says. “I’ve buried a son, I’ve lost a son due to a drug overdose –which is not a nice way to lose a child. And then I get this into my life.”

Scenes from the last 15 years of her son’s life began to flicker through her mind in fast motion. She was racked with questions and struggled to sleep.

After the police went to see Mary, they also visited her ex-husband.

“Nothing shocks me; I’ve seen a lot of stuff,” John explains. “But that did shock me. But then, when I mulled it over, in the back of my mind, I’m thinking, ‘That’s making sense.’”

The visit, which police only expected to take an hour, took five. John gave the police the medical reports and other documentation about his son and signed a statement.

One evening, some time after the detectives took Mary’s statement, The Kid happened to come by when Mary was on the late shift. The shop was empty. She decided to have the conversation with him that she suspected would upset her, but she needed to know.

“I just asked him if I could ask him what happened. If, you know, if it wasn’t going to upset him. Because I didn’t want to upset this person, um, because [my son’s] passed away. I didn’t want to bring back bad memories for him.”

But The Kid understood immediately. “He said, ‘No, no, ask me.’ I asked him if my son was a victim and he said, ‘Yes.’”

Her son was a victim, he was saying, of George Pell.

Mary was overcome with a hot rush of anger. Not at The Kid, but at her son, for not telling her. Because Mary had asked her son. Not just once. Something inside of her, some mother’s intuition perhaps, born in the shock after her boy went so quickly and spectacularly off the rails, had made her suspect that he had been a victim of abuse.

“I asked [him], I can’t remember the words I used, whether he was touched up, or played with, and [he] told me ‘no’.”

The boy shrugged. She says shrugging was something her son would sometimes do when he didn’t want to talk about things. She still had a niggling feeling something was up.

“I never said anything to anybody,” she says. “And then, again, after a while, I asked him and again he told me ‘no’. And then I get this. And I was just so angry with [him],” she says, closing her eyes at the memory of it, “for not telling me. So angry. Sometimes I’m still very angry.”

The Kid gently told her what he says happened with the archbishop. “He told me that himself and [my son] used to play in the back of the church in the closed-off rooms,” she says.

In the cathedral? I ask her.

“In the cathedral, yep. And um, they got sprung by Archbishop Pell and he locked the door and he made them perform oral sex.”

The Kid still remembered the incident so clearly. Being picked up afterwards by his parents. Staring out the car window on the way home. Mary swallows and looks at me in disgust. Her daughter, who has tears in her eyes, keeps her gaze on her mother.

“What went through your mind, as a mother, when you heard that?” I ask quietly.

“Oh, angry,” she says, sighing and stiffening her back. “Angry, as I said, at [my son], for not telling me, but also angry at the Catholic church. I sent my child there – I sent both of my children there – for an education, to be safe. You send your kids to school to be safe. Not to have this done.”

“It’s devastating,” her daughter says, “because it helps to explain a lot of incidents in his life.

The daughter says she believes that her brother never spoke up about it because he was a very private person.

“And he didn’t like to share a lot of information and I think, as a young boy, you are embarrassed. You don’t want to tell people that another man, let alone a priest, has touched you in any way. You might not think that people believe you. People might judge you, people might say things about you. There could be so many reasons as to why he didn’t want to tell us.”

Mary shares this suspicion, but it breaks her heart. “I would like to think that if [he] would have told me, I would have believed my son. I would have believed my son.”

The Kid told Mary that her son’s funeral was the breaking point for him. It plunged him into despair and regret. His own mother was very concerned about his wellbeing. He had not been coping since his friend’s death.

He decided that he had to come forward, he had to say something. As The Kid told me at the Returned and Services League club the night I met him, his jaw set, his eyes aflame, insisting that this was “about me and it’s about him”. The Kid, with the support of his mum and a victim’s advocate, went to Taskforce SANO.

“He just couldn’t live with it any more – he had to say something,” Mary says.

She says she liked that he did it for her son. But now she and her daughter are left with so many questions, so much fury. She believes The Kid.

The Kid has not led a chequered life. He’s university-educated, he hasn’t had trouble with the law. He has a lovely young girlfriend, lots of friends, he’s a pillar of his community in a sort of understated, slightly ironic way and, in that part of his life, he is, he told me, very happy. He’s managed, just, to keep it together. He’s been able to compartmentalise. He’s the sort of complainant you’d want as a Victoria police detective alleging historic crime.

Timeline

George Pell

The strain of all of this, the enormity of it, means The Kid hangs on by a thread at times – and the thread that held him together enough to make a statement was that Taskforce SANO would arrest George Pell.

The Kid was never interested in going on television – he knows that as a sexual assault complainant, the law allows that he never needs to have his identity revealed. He complained because he just wanted justice.

Mary’s daughter believes The Kid had zero to gain from coming forward if he was not telling the truth.

“You would not put your family through that, you would not put a dead person’s name through that, you would not put yourself through that,” she says. “Because the emotional toll that would take on you for the rest of your life, knowing that people now know your circumstances, what’s happened to you in your personal life – you wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t true.

“I believe 100% in my heart what this young fella has come out and said, the allegations that he has made, I 100% support and believe that they are true, because the effects of coming out, they are devastating.”

Mary thinks it all falls into place – why her son so suddenly lost all interest in the singing he had loved. Why a cherubic choirboy turned into a taciturn drug user at the age of just 14. Why he never managed to kick the habit.

“These people,” she says, referring to abusive clergy, “destroy lives.”

Her daughter nods in agreement. “These people are supposedly someone you look up to. It’s not right, not right at all,” the daughter says.

Mary’s daughter says she is overwhelmed by the courage The Kid showed in complaining about such a powerful member of the church and society.

“It’s not going to bring my brother back,” she says, emotionally, “but it will help the many people that are out there suffering. Because it’s so brave – it’s a really brave thing to do.”

“And I like to think in my heart,” Mary says, “this is what [my son] would say too: ‘This was a friend of mine.’”

“Absolutely,” her daughter adds, “he would absolutely want to help.”

The Choirboy’s sister becomes tearful as she speaks of the impact that her brother’s life and his loss has had on her three young children.

“My youngest will never meet his uncle. The two older ones remember their uncle and every night they tell me that they look out that window and they see his star.”

Her mother swallows, her eyes filling, as the daughter continues.

“They should be able to hold him, and to hug him.”

Cardinal, The Rise and Fall of George Pell book cover

“I shouldn’t have lost my son like that,” Mary says, “and nobody else should either. And it’s wrong.” Her lip quivers. “This is something I live with now. This is something that kills me a little bit every day. And it kills me.”

Epilogue

On the day this book was published, the Victorian office of public prosecutions sent the Pell brief back to Victoria police and said Taskforce SANO was free to charge Cardinal George Pell if it wished. Six weeks later, on 29 June 2017, Pell was charged with historical child sexual offences. On December 11 he was convicted on all five counts.

This is an edited extract from Cardinal: The Rise and Fall of George Pell by Louise Milligan (Melbourne University Publishing, available as an ebook and in bookshops now)

23 Responses to The Kid and The Choirboy – the harrowing story of George Pell’s victims

  1. Mike Fitzgerald says:

    Another one bites the dust……………………….
    We now have another convicted criminal cardinal on our hands, this time from France.
    The silence from the Vatican is deafening…………………………..Mike.

    • PJJ says:

      So true Mike, just read this on CBC. Of course they will appeal because it’s “not fair”. Really??

      • bc says:

        In the Cardinal Barbarin case someone came up with the legal contraption that although he is responsible as a religious official; Mr. Barbarin the person maintains his innocence and is therefore appealing his conviction.
        And regarding his announced resignation following his conviction… (which was touted as a token of his responsibility but was being perceived as an admission of guilt…) the official line is now that Cardinal Barbarin would have resigned no matter the outcome of his trial (so don’t read anything into it, eh?).

  2. richard mullins says:

    Thains Sylvia for your blog. Pell is innocent. He has been stitched up on absurdly false evidence.. Louise Milligan reports on the Pell case in her book Cardinal: The Rise and Fall of George Pell using the name The Kid for the witness. (His real name is protected by the court). Milligan’s story has some resonance with an allegation reported in Rolling Stone magazine 15 January 2011. A man Daniel Gallagher, codenamed Billy, who was a 24 year old heroin addict, witnesses in court in Philadelphia that he was an altar boy in 1998, the priest caught it him drinking altar wine after mass, poured him more wine and showed him pornographic magazines. He was not sexually assaulted on that occasion, but on future occasions. Billy’s evidence got three people jailed. He later got a church payout reported to be $5M. There were no witnesses, as is also the case for the Pell accusations. Rolling Stone says the statements of Billy are “allegations”. Milligan says that The Kid’s story is real. Billy The Kid is a real person, a young outlaw who was killed in 1881. Billy and The Kid are real people, but their stories are fake. The use of the name The Kid is a giveaway (a Freudian slip) betraying that the Kid’s fake accusations were improvised from the Billy fake accusations. Whoever stitched up Pell did not cover their tracks very well, adapting the Pell accusations from other easy to find fake accusations. I discovered this two days go after researching on the net for a month. I emailed Pell’s lawyer this morning.

    • PJJ says:

      richard mullins – I’m afraid your tinfoil hat is a little too tight on your head. Please remove it and see the reality for what it is. That man is not innocent!

    • Sylvia says:

      You really don’t know what you’re talking about richard. I suggest you spend some time familiarizing yourself with the manner in which clerical sexual predators operate and the impact on boys who suffers sexual abuse at the hands of Roman Catholic priest.

  3. richard mullins says:

    Sorry I meant to say at the start “Thanks Sylvia”. Please excuse my typing.

  4. bc says:

    Robert Richter wouldn’t have minimized Cardinal Pell’s crimes as being plain vanilla sex but for the fact that they were big enough that they needed to be minimized. For one does not need to minimize what one has already denied had ever happened. Richter apologized for his statement which was made on the record because it demonstrated a total lack of understanding of the harm caused by Cardinal Pell’s crimes and because it exposed a defense strategy is search of a case that was not there for Cardinal Pell’s innocence.

    Cardinal Pell could still be acquitted on formal grounds; and that is what is being appealed. Substantially however; Robert Richter said it: -Cardinal Pell did have a flavor of sex with his victims. That it was plain vanilla flavoured, strawberry flavoured, chocolate flavoured and/or any other flavour for that matter is moot because his victims could not consent to the spiritual ice cream man that is Cardinal Pell.

  5. Adrian says:

    The cancer in our Church is so pervasive that individuals are losing the significance of the simple fact that a Cardinal of the Church is involved in such an action as that which Cardinal Pell finds himself. Added to this story is that of Cardinal McCarrick of the US. There are many other examples that can be cited.

    If there was as much interest in the salvation of souls, the reason Christ founded His Church, as there appears to be by the clergy in the care and feeding of the cancer, there would be no Pell/McCarrick et al stories in the press. Nor would there be so many lost souls as a result of the cancer. The cancer must be dealt with.

  6. Mike Fitzgerald says:

    Adrian – I completely agree. We all know only too well what the cure for cancer is. Cut it off, throw it in the garbage can, and continue with radiation and chemo to kill the rest of it.
    They still have not got it! What will it take – dry up the money, and watch the changes come fast and furious. Mike.

  7. Mike Fitzgerald says:

    PJ – I’m back. I love the tinfoil analogy! I have heard that putting a tinfoil sheath under my hardhat will stop the voices. Could it be true. MIKE.

    • PJJ says:

      Mike, thanks for the feedback on the tinfoil hat…what voices? = ) I’m in New Brunswick this weekend but when I get back home on Sunday, I’ll try calling you in the following week…hope things are good.

  8. Sylvia says:

    I repeat:

    You really don’t know what you’re talking about richard. I suggest you spend some time familiarizing yourself with the manner in which clerical sexual predators operate and the impact on boys who suffers sexual abuse at the hands of Roman Catholic priest.

    • PJJ says:

      Sylvia, you can’t fix stupid…and that’s what this fellow is. Spewing off on stuff but if he was really genuine, he would take his case to pell’s lawyers. Problem is they would see him as a kook anyway. Don’t waste your time with him. Stay focussed on the true purpose of your website…to expose the abuse scandals of collars. You don’t need to defend yourself against conspiracy theorist like richard mullins.

  9. richard mullins says:

    Milligan says “The Kid hasn’t had trouble with the law”. An anti-Pell commenter, Peter Cribbett, blabbed three weeks ago that The Kid was a heroin addict at 16 years of age. This is a point of similarity with Billy, the Philadelphia accuser in the 2011 courtcase. At this time he was a 24 year old heroin addict, and accused a priest of sexually assaulting him after Mass. Like the Pell accuser, he was (in his imaguination) drinking altar wine after Mass. Unlike the Pell case, the priest (in the imagination of the false witness) poured him some more wine, showed him pornographic magazines, asked him did he like the pictures of the men or women better and said that they would do more later. On two future occasions (again in the imagination of the false witness)he was sexually assaulted in a way very similar to the Pell accusations.
    A percentage of the population are wired to make the vilest accusations against people. Such people could easily be trawled to find false witnesses against Pell in court. Richard Mullins [email protected] 9 April 2019

  10. richard mullins says:

    We don’t need to assume that litigation lawyers have set up a troll farm of people to make vile comments. This is certainly a possibility, if the maount of money involved in large enough – there could be 1000 complaints in the pipeline, and lawyers could easily collect $10,000 for each complaint. The lawyers would not care if the complaints were true or not – the church would cough up in either case, to avoid the expense of a trial which would be unaffordable. But we don’t have to assume that things are as sinister as this. Instead, it seems to be that a percentage of the population are wired to say the vilest things without evidence against people such as Pell. Such people could be trawled if necessary to find people eager to give false evidence. Richard Mullins [email protected] 10 April 2019

  11. Mike Fitzgerald says:

    richard mullins – is it entirely possible that Pell’s lawyer Robert Richter also subscribes to your way of thinking?
    Is it just possible that Pell’s lawyers smell big money here in defending the indefensible?
    What percentage of the population exactly is wired to say the vilest things? Does this percentage also include unscrupulous defense attorneys?
    Your rantings are hopelessly one-sided, Richard. Just plain vanilla……………………………………………………………..Mike.

  12. Richard Mullins says:

    Sylvia, I suggest that your post is being made in bad faith because it does not seem to note the case of Billy Doe, a false witness of sexual abuse claims in Philadelphia in 2011. Billy (real name Daniel Gallagher) got a payout of $5M from the church.
    Sylvia, are you a shill for litigation lawyers?

    Richard Mullins [email protected]

    • Phil Johnson says:

      Richard Mullins, are you the bishop’s bumboy?? You certainly seem to love him and want to save his arse. Maybe you are a “shill” for that church, hmmm??

  13. Mike Fitzgerald says:

    Phil – I have noticed in recent years that some people have developed a propensity towards hearing “voices” and maybe receiving coded messages from beings on other planets.
    I would respectfully suggest that these people, (no names mentioned) who appear to have some difficulty accepting reality, could place a thin sheet of tin-foil under their hats during waking hours.
    It would stop the voices. Mike.

  14. Richard Mullins says:

    Phil, I think you are a shill spouting from a script by (the late) Carolyn Disco, although she does not hold as extreme views as you appear to. Does your survivors group get funding from litigation lawyers?

    • Phil Johnson says:

      Hey Dick, you are so wrong on all your allegations. I’m not affiliated with any organization…I’m a survivor who is grateful to Sylvia for hosting this excellent site and for Mike Fitzgerald who has also supported me through some very tough times. I owe lots to both these individuals and when someone (like you) tries to put them down, I react. And you Dick, should be ashamed of yourself for doing what you do. If you are that enamoured by that bishop, why not start your own website? Only trolls will try sowing seeds of discontent on someone else’s website…guess we know what you are eh?

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