When I was in high school, in the sixties, the Catholic priest at St. Phillips (Phila. suburbs) molested the acolyte class after getting them drunk on communion wine. I guess the boy who told me about it thought he would shock me. My father was the desk sergeant at the police station and the parents had made a deal with the church to not press charges and the church would put the priest in rehab somewhere out west.
Years later, I confirmed the incident with my mother. It happened.
Years later, I confirmed the incident with my mother. It happened.
Thanks for that example of what happens and is happening all across the country.
Wonder where that priest ended up?
A bishop, perhaps.