Grandpa Bergoglio. He has such a kindly grandfatherly look
about him. Nonno, I want to call him, remembering how fondly my best friend
growing up referred to his Italian grandfather. Opa in German; “papoosh” in
Greek; pawpaw, grandpa, gramps.
Pope Francis is married to the Catholic Church. He doesn’t
have kids, so no grandkids, either. Pity. I have no trouble seeing him snuggled
up on a couch reading bedtime stories to his adoring little ones, the reward
for many years of raising a family. He's got a warm smile, although he doesn't get to display it much anymore.
Instead, he has become a lonely tired old man, carrying the
burden for the evils his church brought upon itself for running from the priest
abuse scandals; the corruption of the Vatican Bank; the bones of 800 children
buried without records in unhallowed (septic) ground of the Sisters of Bon Secours, in Tuam, Ireland, one of more than a dozen such homes run by nuns; the loathing of women forced over the years to stay
married to wife-beaters, the anger of gays and lesbians for being portrayed as depraved
human beings. And, if you’ve really got it in for the church, there’s always
the brutality inflicted on indigenous populations in Africa and the New World, “softened up” for the job of
colonization by missionaries. And, thank you Monty Python, let’s not forget the
Spanish Inquisition.
It was only after I broke free from the socialization I had
as a child into the world of Calvinism and came to see the Pilgrim Fathers as
just another bunch of wacko religious fanatics that I began to lighten up on
the Catholics and see them in the same light as all other fallible human
beings, prone to great folly in the name of dedication to their particular conceptualization of a divine being. More and more, recently, I've come to care little about other people’s
doctrinal beliefs. What I seek in people these days is kindness and compassion.
Being right is important, but it’s not all there is. I used to call
indoctrinating children with religious belief a form of child abuse. But I’ve
seen how most people, including myself, shake off the fantasy that there is a
big fatherly friend in the sky who can be persuaded by prayer and fasting to
change the laws of nature on a petitioner’s behalf. I consider being raised
in a religious home not the worst thing that can happen to a child. In a great
many cases, it instills good values and a sense of awareness that one is not
alone in the universe, that one needs a community, not just to survive, but to develop a healthy world view, and that’s a
good thing.
So I look at the bishop of Rome not so much as the leader of
a smug hypocritical organization of self-serving autocrats, as a man who’s
playing the cards he was dealt, just like the rest of us.
He’s on the ropes these days, is poor old Francis. In my gay
activist days I’d say, “Hot damn, there is justice in the universe, after all. Homophobia Central’s long delayed
journey toward Enlightenment is finally getting some of the same shit it has
long been dealing out."
But there’s an irony here at least ten feet tall. He’s been
put on the ropes not by those who are bothered by his homophobia; he’s been put
there by the radical right wing of the church for not being hard enough
on gay people and on homosexuality itself. By a group of exceedingly stupid men
who believe the church’s child abuse scandal is the direct result of an
infiltration of the priesthood by homosexuals.
Take out the homosexuals, they say, and you take out the
abusers.
It’s true to a large degree. If you take out those men who
are sexually attracted to other males, you would take out a significant number
of men who abuse their power over altar boys and other children of their
parish. Figures are contested. One source
claims the majority of cases involve boys between 11 and 14. This source lumps pre-pubescent kids together with post-pubescent kids, which I think is a mistake. Another source
claims most cases of sexual molestation, around 80%,
involve not small children, but post-pubescent
teenagers, so those who maintain homosexuality doesn’t figure into the scandal
are mistaken. Regardless of the actual figures, the problem with making homosexuality the source of the problem is that it misses the
target by a mile. First off, the number of priests involved in abuse is quite
small, no more than about 4%. That means that 96% of priests do not molest
anybody, teenagers or small children.
Estimates of gays in the priesthood range
from 22 to 45%.
If the church succeeded in eliminating
celibate gay priests (and gays engaging in sex with another consenting adult) along with the abusers, they would be burning the house down simply because it needs a new
paint job.
And you wouldn't have begun to address the nearly 20% оf
those priests who molest little girls.
Secondly, those within the church trying to defend
themselves by saying that child abuse is no worse in the church than it is in
the general population are right. In any group of adult males you’re going to
find some who are sexually aggressive. Making a vow of celibacy is relatively easy
when you’re young and naive. Maintaining that vow over the years is another
thing entirely. The real problem here is
not that there are priests who abuse; the problem is that the church has done
such a piss-poor job of cleaning up the mess. They’ve thrown the child-victims
under the bus. Paid off families and forced them to sign agreements to keep the
cases hushed up. Shuffled priests around instead of exposing them to justice,
thus enabling them to abuse again. An individual who abuses another is a bad
apple. A church which covers up a case of abuse is a corrupt institution.
When a grand jury report on sex abuse in the church in
Pennsylvania revealed that the church has not fixed the problem first exposed
in 2002 in Boston, anger at the church increased by leaps and bounds. Will this
never end, people are asking. When, in God’s name, are they actually going to
do something? The pressure on the church increased. Church bashers cited the
numbers yet again of those fleeing from the pews. And from within, the church revealed
that, as with Erdoğan in Turkey, Orbán in Hungary, and Trump in the United
States, it is not immune to the global swing away from fighting poverty and
hunger toward autocratic, authoritarian rule. America is now divided into two warring camps:
those who believe in the scientific approach to truth as that which is
empirically verifiable and those who believe that truth is whatever you decide
it should be. And the church is also divided into two camps: those concerned
with rooting out fellow members who are not doctrinally pure, and those who
believe the church’s role on earth is to provide a large communal tent for
those struggling with the meaning of life, all the while urging, but not
compelling, adherence to the church’s teachings.
In the 60s, the church under Pope John XXIII underwent a
radical change from a focus on ritual and the trappings of power to a focus on community
and pastoral care. Since then those with an authoritarian bent have been
attempting to bring the church back to believing that it is the sole possessor
of truth, that it alone holds the keys to the heavenly kingdom, and that what
the church teaches is valid for all times and in all places and must not
change. Bergoglio has been hinting that maybe a bit more focus on pastoral care
might be in order, and a bit less rigidity when it comes sexuality and the role
of women. Feeble as these hints are to
those who believe changes are way past due, they suggest he is probably more at
home among Vatican II (John XXIII) Catholics than among those who would maintain
the Latin mass and rule the Church as a Roman autocrat.
Just as Trump appeals to those looking for a Leader to bring
back the good old days, fight off alien beings, and protect their right to carry
a gun, radical conservative Catholics want to feel secure in their belief that
they have a Leader appointed by God himself and are members of a heaven-bound
elite. A Leader who is infallible when it comes to ultimate truths. Who can
tell them how to tell right from wrong in simple language they can commit to
memory, making debates about the number of angels who can dance on the head of
a pin interesting to the Jesuitical types among them, maybe, but ultimately
unnecessary.
If you’ve been following the news about this forest fire
within the Catholic Church these days, you know all about Cardinal Viganò and
the likes of folk like Michael Voris of
The Church Militant. Voris is a “reformed
homosexual” who has given his life since “seeing the light” to rooting out
homosexuals like his former self within the church. And Viganò has laid the
blame for the scandals at the feet of Grandpa Bergoglio and blamed him for
being soft on homosexuals, as well. Irony on top of irony. Remember how the pope, during his U.S. visit,
told Kim Davis, that Kentucky marriage clerk who refused to give a marriage certificate to a gay couple, to "stay strong"? Viganò
, the ardent
authoritarian papist who is down on Grandpa Bergoglio/Pope Francis, put in
power in a legitimate session of the College of Cardinals, for not being
sufficiently papal. And blaming the head of one of the world’s chief centers of
homophobia for not being sufficiently homophobic.
What would life be without a delicious irony or two now and
then?
Google Viganò, if you've got the time. You’ll find more to read than you
can handle. And the more you dig into it – Viganò's role in exposing the
Vatican Bank scandal, for example – the more interesting the background story
gets.
Me, I’m sticking with Pawpaw.
My Argentine abuelito. He’s three and a half years older than I am. I doubt
I could get very far these days on a bicycle, much less peddle one uphill with this crumbling institution in the basket, as he’s
having to do.
I wish we could get together over coffee. I’ll bet he has
great stories to tell.
