A Loooong View of the Clerical Abuse Scandal

i was the first to post Elsewhere about the Pa AG report.  The response to my etic criticisms from Catholics, who  originally themselves expressed shock, horror, and desire for revenge and punishment, morphed into “Priests aren’t the only molesters, y’know!”, “It would be nice if you were at least respectful of the good  the Church  has done in the world.”,  “What about the public schools?”

So then, I reviewed the history of anti-clericalism.  England, France, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Germany and omg Mexico!

And it seems to me  very possible, in light of  emic responses I’ve seen just in the past few days,  that the the present opprobrium  against priests will eventually take its place in history as just another  instance of The War on Religion, or rather,  the war on the only religion  which has a worldwide hierarchy that actually could, theoretically, threaten secular order and individual governments.

Hysteria involving child molestation, sexual or in connection with (incredibly!) witchcraft and Satanism, has been rampant in the late 20-early 21 centuries. It is a free-floating anxiety looking for a place to settle. It’s bound up with feelings of guilt toward “the helpless” which often results in tortuously extracting quite unbelievable, fantastic accounts out of children unlucky enough to have been parked at the latest daycare center or Sunday school upon which suspicion has lit.  No matter what the kids say in their desire to get away from their solemn interlocutors and back to the sandbox, it is interpreted as a description of abuse, and the more fantastic the kids’ scenarios, the more damning the proof  of psychological trauma .

Generations from now, when the instant accusations of priestly abuse are seen  against the full panoply of this backdrop from a historical,perspective,  people may begin asking, not why clerics engaged in these practuces, but instead, why clerics were targeted when these practices were so widespread outside the church in society at large.

Because I have no doubt the Catholic commentators are right: the Church has existed for 2000 years! It will survive!  “This too shall pass!”

I still think the only sane thing for anyone to do at the present time is cease gratuitously exposing their children to any possibility of molestation by priests–yes, even though priests are not the only perpetrators .

But taking the long view, I have to entertain the possibility that History’s judgment will difffer.

Because they do say, don’t they, that history is written by the victors?


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Second Flowering

Our rose bushes  in bloom again–even  though I wasn’t as assiduous as I should have been with dead-heading them  during their earlier flowering, because of rain ,rain, rain!   Truly, Nature is prodigal, nay, profligate! With her bounty and her beauty!

 

 

I find the one impulse to worship which I cannot do without is:

gratitude.


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American-made

The Demoncrats have settled on their slogan about MS13: its “American-made”! “And that makes it an American problem”..

So what?

.  It’s  still a disease.  The fact that it’s more like cancer, growing inside the host, than it is like smallpox,  does not make it any less deadly.

(Thats even leaving out the fact that they say our government created it, by putting illegal aliens who commit crimes–yes, mala  in se  crimes like murder, rape, etc–in jail! How dare  we?  )

Truism: whatever its origin,  it is, now, an “American problem.”.

And Trump, unique among our presidents,  is working to solve it

Olé!!


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Shall These Bones Live?

Have you ever had a love affair, a passion, which started out as–other than that: friendship, companionate love, parental love–and then,  morphed back to its original?

I’m thinking of this , spending time with my beloved daughter this summer. Of course I’m happy she’s here.  I call her “my beauty” and she is:  she, my image,  is what’s become of my personal beauty. My image does not die with me, or so we’ve been told.  She has graciously thanked me for passing what I think of   ( although she’d deplore Cocteau’s   phrasing! ) as the “immense privileges of beauty”  on to her.

I won’t  say our present relationship is  a “pale shadow” ( that’s kind of an oxymoron, isn’t it? Either something casts a shadow, or it doesn’t; there are really no gradations  of shade!) of What Was, back when we had perfect physical intimacy, I was food and  shelter, she my sole charge and care. Like with a former lover: I’m grateful for our friendship, but:

do you remember, as I do, when my presence was everything to you? When we trembled, feared, despaired,  then were  re-united in bliss? 

No, it’s not a “shadow” of what it was–but, something that bright leaves an afterimage on our retinae, it must!  Making it almost painful to strain to see the present clearly.

Oh, you’re vegan?  Even though we used to love sharing morsels of rare filet mignon?  Even though I’m famous for my baked  lamb chops dish? That’s okay–as with a former lover who confesses he never really liked going canoeing  as much as I do—-

What you are now, what you want now,

…I will do anything, everything,  I can, to adore, to fulfill.  ” What love can do, that dares love attempt!”

I cannot do otherwise.   It is Love’s  duty, it is Love’s tribute,  it is no more than Love’s due.

I will not fail Love!

Because if I do, then who am I?


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Our Manna

(Hey, I did it!   Thank you for your instructions 10 Cents!).

So any way, as you can see, if you enlarge the picture, this is a blueberry bush, loaded with fruit!

For the last two years we really haven’t had a very good crop of blueberries here on the Plateau.    If we get a frost like, the third week of May, it kills the blossoms (and the apple blossom as well) .  In 2016 we had an unmistakeable cold snap in late May.  Last year, it wasn’t so noticeable, but it must have happened at least in patches: the berries didn’t come.  But now–they’re back, baby!!

This bush is on a property we own which is mostly a sunny slope .  It was a working farm at one time.  We think some of the blueberry bushes may have been cultivated.  This property, undeveloped, contains  two meadows filled with blueberry bushes.

The meadows are delineated with rows of stones, humped  up in long lines.  These stones are what the farmers dug put of the ground while preparing it for cultivation, and carried off to the edges to mark boundaries. Can you imagine the labor?

The Poet Laureate of Blueberries is (no contest!) Robert Frost.  From his eponymous poem:

“Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb!

All sky-blue and heavy, and ready to drum

In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!…”

And laureate of the landscape itself?

Elinor Wylie, daughter of a governor of our state, born (and buried) about 40 minutes away from here:

“There’s something in my very blood that owns

Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate,

A thread of water, churned to milky spate,

Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones.”

( from Wild Peaches)


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Welcome Back?

Okay so I’m back Elsewhere, but I find I’m still so pissed at the Pale Rattler and at Swirly that I can hardly behave, bear to be civil.  In response to Swirly’s pathetic post about his botched surgery, what I’d’ve liked to post is ” Aww!  Too bad it wasn’t your typing hand!”

What is wrong with me?


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Say I

“O God within my breast

Almighty, ever-present Deity-

Life, that in me hast rest,

As I, Undying Life, have power in thee..

…There is no room for Death,

Nor atom  that his might could render void,

Since Thou art Being  and Breath

And what Thou art could never be destroyed.”

— Emily Brontë, No Coward Soul is Mine

I was just thinking, along the same lines of my “Sister Jenny” post a week or so ago:

What  a privilege, for a little while, to say “I”!

This weekend I  will give a  dinner party!  will make delicious food,  will put up lights, my guests will laugh and drink and dine , and we will be merry and rejoice.

What  is this force, both constrained and empowered within this flesh, for such a brief, blessed time?

“In this short life, which only lasts an  hour,

How much! How little!–is within our power!”

That’s  another Emily: Dickinson. But she and Emily Brontë worshipped the same thing, I think.

“And what love  can  do, that dares love attempt!” says Romeo.

Who says ,  “I can!”?

Who or what says, “Love can!” ?

Truly, that is the “God within our breast” speaking,  the Life that in us hast rest, the Undying Life in which we have power.

Praise it, seize it,  wrest its power and rest in its  power, while yet we live.


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Trump’s Star goes Nova!

Once  again,  someone has vandalized Trump’s “star” on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Who cares?

Trump is sooooooo far beyond any accolade Hollywood can confer.   He’s now a “reality star”, no longer a “reality TV star”. . (“Reality TV” was always sump’n of an oxymoron, wasn’t it?)

He and Pompeo are now “astride the globe” as I heard someone comment last night.  .  Compared to this  kinda dominance and leadership,

Who needs Hollywood’s cheesy trophies? 

Good riddance to the star.  All hail the NOVA!


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Birth-wrong Citizenship

Two  terrific articles (Roach and Eastman) on AG today, dealing  with analysis of Wong Kim Ark,  and, most importantly, with the legislative history of the words  “and subject to {United States} jurisdiction”.   The drafters of the 14th Amendment never envisioned birth tourism nor citizenship for children of a woman who entered this country illegally.

I never read about the legislative history of the “jurisdiction” clause before. Of course the word has more than one meaning.  One is territorial: if you are physically here, for any reason, you have to follow our laws.  And if you break them, you will get “due process” under those laws.  That’s partial jurisdiction.

The second meaning, and the one the drafters intended, is full jurisdiction.  This means the mom (and yuh: why talk about “people” since it is  only the physical location of the mother which matters)  owes her sole allegiance to the US.  It means the mom owes no allegiance to, nor claims citizenship in, any foreign power.  Border jumpers, women from any country who come here and overstay their visas, and women who come here as tourists,  do not meet this criteria.

Unqualified “birthright citizenship” pretty much unique to our country among developed nations,  has got to go.

It is the great lure, the irresistible incentive, which begs for violation of our our sovereignty.

I am very encouraged to see sound and irrefutable scholarship from the Right  to support this position.  We are getting serious at last.  We are no longer going to be cowed by the “nation of immigrants” cliché.

It’s about time.  Let’s hope it’s not too late.

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