The continuing story of sex abuse by Catholic clergy members has dominated news coverage and opinion pages this last year. Betrayal of the public trust, cover up and injustice on every level lead many to despair and hopelessness.
But Christians and compassionate persons have hope at their core. My father, a devout Catholic, told me that the only real sin was despair.
Gil Gustafson and I have been demonstrating hope since we first began to collaborate in 2012. I was a victim of sexual abuse by a trusted religion teacher in a Catholic high school. Gil is an ex-priest whose name surfaces regularly in the press in connection with the crimes of pedophilia to which he pleaded guilty in 1983. Together, we have piloted a project we call Uncommon Conversation, bringing together survivors, clinicians, clergy, grieving lay people and, yes, Gil, as a perpetrator willing to stand publicly and remorsefully in the presence of the justifiable anger of many.
With these stakeholders, we have sought to discern the way forward in our archdiocese as a community of faith.
The Gilead Project was founded in order to continue this work more publicly, by seeking to purchase the archdiocese's chancery, across from the St. Paul Cathedral and currently for sale under bankruptcy proceedings. In that building, we will create a center for systemic transformation.
Catholics in Boston, Milwaukee, Minneapolis-St. Paul and elsewhere desperately needed to know the truth about how our leaders tried harder to protect their institutional reputations than to protect the vulnerable. The press has helped jolt all of us out of denial. It has been painful. Voices in my survivor community have called for a Catholic Truth and Reconciliation Commission, like the one that brought restorative justice processes to South Africa. We listened; we built a model for that — Uncommon Conversation.
Perhaps we should not be surprised that Gil's participation has prompted controversy. But without some vision of reconciliation to follow upon truth-telling, we will never transform. Disturbing news about perpetrators, whom we have needed for truth-telling, risks becoming an addiction that revictimizes if those are the only stories we tell.
As a survivor of sexual abuse, I know this well. The abuse I experienced as a young person is only the beginning of my story. I know the trauma and shame of survivors whose journey to integration is the task of a lifetime. As an adult woman who sought justice for that abuse from her church, I know the shame and contempt victims meet when they speak truth to the powerful. I know the pain and anger of secondary victims — family members whose rage and powerlessness destroy serenity, as well as faith communities whose trusted pastor proves complicit in a coverup.