Friday, March 29, 2013

Remembering the Victims on Good Friday

    On this 2013 Good Friday, we have a new pope. While we're all waiting to see if Pope Francis will take the initiative with world-wide clergy victims, and that important step to reach out and help heal the countless survivors: let us remember the many years they've suffered, and those still suffering. I'm revisiting and bumping up my article from 2010.

Survivor's Letter to The Pope, by Kim Michele Richardson, via the Huffington Post.

 I remembered back to this past spring. I'd just hung up the phone. It was late and the conversation with yet another clergy abuse survivor had zapped my strength and spirit as they'd recounted to me the horrors of their youth. I looked to the clock and knew I should be heading to bed because tomorrow was Easter. Easter. The celebratory feast day that millions of Catholics would spend rejoicing and celebrating the resurrection of Jesus.

I also knew that the survivor I'd just spoken with would not be attending Church tomorrow; instead the victim of clergy abuse would struggle to get out of bed and spend most of the day weeping ...
Just as I know; Jesus weeps.

Frustrated and deeply saddened by my inability to help a sufferer more, I'd placed a kettle of water on the stove, sat down, grabbed a pen and pad and did only what I felt capable of doing: To ask. Ask for accountability and apology needed for healing for the survivor I'd just hung up with, and for all those who are still suffering and seeking.

A Letter of Apology and Accountability Request.

I was deeply troubled when I read that Pope Benedict XVI was "weary and sad." I, too, am weary and sad. I've been answering calls, letters and e-mails from countless victims of child abuse by the clergy for over a year now -- calls, letters and e-mails that the pope and the Catholic Church's hierarchy should be answering. So I thought I would send a polite reminder: Apologies and accountability are due.

I am a survivor of clergy abuse. Abandoned to a Catholic orphanage as an infant, for nearly a decade I was exposed to unspeakable abuses by Catholic nuns and a Catholic priest. It was only in the last year that these horrific abuses were publicly exposed after I was finally able to write about the long nightmare inflicted by those who hid behind His cloak to mask their evil deeds -- deeds the Roman Catholic Church concealed while enabling decades of child abuse by predator clergy.

I wanted to forgive them and I did forgive; however, I wonder and I am often asked: How can you offer forgiveness to those who hide behind their righteousness, behind ill-conceived surety of their place in heaven and on Earth, those who have not asked for forgiveness because they do not think they need forgiveness? Those who have denied the damage to suffering souls, these children who remain as children, and who will forever be held hostage in childhood until that child is healed.

I sit in Kentucky with a voice, among tens of thousands of victims globally who speak through me, all awaiting an apology and an admission of accountability from the pope and the Church's hierarchy.
We've waited, sometimes for decades. People like the CEO, also a former orphan and victim of clergy abuse who has to lock himself in his office because he's having a "bad day." His "bad days" happen when the memories of physical and sexual abuse become too strong for him to function as a regular working adult. He writes to me hoping I can offer him strength, hoping I can make sense of crimes committed against him as a child that were the most heinous crimes committed in history.

Then there is the former priest who writes to tell me of rape by his "own." There's a nun, too. There is also the woman who suffers from crippling PTSD because of her abuses by clergy. She writes that she may not be contacting me for a while because she will probably be back in a "dark place" and she will have to seek mental health institutional care for her "latest bout" -- a bout directly caused by predator clergy. She prays she'll be strong and not be tempted again to commit suicide, as she's tried so many times before. Another voice in the darkness reaching out to one woman. Voices who should take strength and comfort from the Church for their darkness -- a darkness caused by the Church.
There's also the daughter (one of five). Her mother .... continue reading here on the Huffington Post.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Garden Will Coax the Hallelujah From Your Lips

 Finding Your Spirituality In Esther's Garden

I've always felt closest to God, or whomever you perceive God to be, when I'm among nature's splendor. And always, I've gained a powerful understanding of spirituality when I'm immersed in landscapes, whether standing on a mountain, dipping my toes in a cold creek, sitting in a Morning Glory and Joe-Pye weed-filled meadow or laboring in my higgledy-piggledy garden. It's here I soak up its magnificence and opening to its sublime teachings.

Seventeen-year-old Maura Reilly-Ulmanek, a senior at Lafayette High School in Lexington, Ky., says she feels religion and spirituality can be experienced in their purest forms in nature. And last month, she captured the everyday spirit of God in a small garden. In doing so, she won a trip to Carnegie Hall in New York City, where she attended the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards ceremony with keynote speaker Meryl Streep. Maura brought home a gold medal for her stunning poem, "esther's garden."
The Kentucky teen received inspiration for "esther's garden" while tending to neighbor Esther Hurlburt's garden. "I was really inspired by the beauty of her garden along with some spiritual concepts I was considering at the time," said Maura. ...continue reading via Huffington Post by Kim Michele Richardson

esther’s garden 

i wish you could have seen
mother teresa holding hands
with Him for the first time
their soft fingertips
tasting of lavender
and lemongrass 
i’ve tried to tell father daniel
that esther’s rain-glazed benches
are as good as any pews
and i’d like to feel moss and
soil under my knees
when i stoop to pray 
you’d think she’s trying
to teach all things to speak
in latin greek and love 
can’t the black-eyed susans
say amen?
let the junebugs
baptize us with rain water
we’ll whisper our confessions
to the steady koi 
the cicadas hum
the sweetest sermons
you’ll ever hear
listen they’ll coax
the hallelujah
from your lips 
i don’t know much about the bible
but you can’t tell me
that He hasn’t written His will
in spiderwebs and slug trails
that we weren’t each born
with a little eden in our bones
teaching us to dance
to the holy murmur
of what is here

                  -Maura Reilly-Ulmanek
                                                 Photo by Kim Michele Richardson

Friday, June 15, 2012

Simplicity, the Greatest Gift


Recently I took a train excursion. An adorable farm couple seated themselves across from me. Both seemed a bit uncomfortable, wore shy smiles, and spoke quietly as we passed through the mountains together.

I could gauge that the farm woman had probably insisted her husband spiff-up in his "Sunday Best" by the nervous tugs and finger sweeps around his crisp checked collar.

The farmer leaned over and told me this was his first time in four and a half years he'd taken a single day off -- that the small day trip was their vacation. He didn't have to tell me: Farm work is never done. He went on to announce quietly that he grew more than 700 acres of sweet taters along with raising thousands of pigs. And even more shyly gave me his farm's brand name that his ham and sweet taters were sold under at the Wal-Mart store.

He asked if I had kids. I nodded and he proudly told me about his own. "Three grown- 'uns and college graduated." He beamed. "They all earn'degreeees." Words slowed and slid easily. "But they're now workin' the family farm."

His wife touched his hand.

This couple haunted me long after we parted. For weeks I thought about their modest but clean clothes. Their smiles. The huge gaps of missing teeth, forever gone, forgotten and sacrificed, because of college tuition and bad crop years.

I reflected on the way they'd sat close together -- always touching. Their scrubbed and shiny pink faces and hands, and the black nail dirt tattooed underneath, nails which would forever bear the mark of their labor. An honest badge of hard, never-ending labor, I knew was earned.

The right paths taken.

No gravy train ride and entitlement for these folks.

Faces of faith, pride and peace.

Simplicity.

And I had a thought which gave way to a dawning of realization: we have left the Earth sorely fractured, but we didn't break this family -- the goodness, raw honesty, perseverance and the beauty and simplicity of this family, which shines like a beacon of bright hope, forever intact.
via Huffington Post, by Kim Michele Richardson

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Penn State, Citadel in SC, Syracuse Univ.: The Emperor's New Clothes, 2011 Edition?



The Emperor's New Clothes, 2011 Edition?
via HuffPo, by Kim Michele Richardson

At its core, I think fear is a real quandary for society. All we have at the moment is exposure of crimes and a salute to the victims, the brave ones who courageously stand up to these bullying organizations and institutions.

Maybe that is the solution. Maybe we can follow the example of these individuals who refuse to be silenced, who instead point the finger despite the fear of being disbelieved or the threat of losing their job. These bold souls are teaching us how to be brave. The least we can do is be a voice with theirs. Continue reading via The Huffington Post

*cartoon by Marc Murphy, used with permission.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Proposed World Wide Registry for Catholic Clergy Predators

Proposed Registry, by Kim Michele Richardson via Huffington Post

Recently, the Boston Archdiocese released a list of accused clergy.

A good first step. A move in the right direction. But also mind-boggling is the number of Catholic clergy predators in one town.

Hopefully, one day soon, we'll see more lists from all around the United States, the world. Even better would be if the Church would create one world-wide database that lists all of the accused clergy sex offenders, both living and dead.

This world-wide registry, a clergy predator site, provided by the Catholic Church and similar to the United States Department of Justice National Sex Offender Registry, would be available to the general public, assist law enforcement, give a much-needed tool to parents and communities, and provide awareness and child safety to the general populace, as well as providing the relocation information of Catholic clergy predators into unsuspecting communities. To continue reading click here

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Unbreakable Child for Classroom Study & Book Trailer

This year's graduate nursing students at Bellarmine University were assigned The Unbreakable Child for classroom study.








The students gave an A+
professional presentation of The Unbreakable Child, including recognizing and understanding the signs of child abuse, and its prevention.



The students concluded that The Unbreakable Child will enable them to be great advocates and medical care providers for abuse victims as they go out into the world next month to begin their nursing careers.







Congrats to Bellarmine's, Lansing Nursing Class of 2011!!!






Watch The Unbreakable Book Trailer



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