In the 50's and the 60's, nuns in Catholic schools abused children in many ways. I went to Catholic school from kindergarten through 8th grade. Treatment seems to vary depending on the order of nuns. Some orders seem more loving than others. I was schooled by Benedictine nuns. They were mean and abusive toward the children, and to each other. As a second grader, I saw one nun crying outside of the the classroom and she left the convent soon after. I remember one child not wanting to eat his lunch hotdog. It had a coating like plastic that you could hardly bite through. The nun put it on the radiator for the rest of the day, then forced him to eat it after class, and mocked him in front of the other children. One child was mocked by a nun for not knowing his colors, in spite of the fact that it should have been obvious to her that he was color blind. We were brought out in a line to use the toilet. A small child, probably the smallest in our first grade class, asked to go to the head of the line because he needed to relieve himself badly. The nun put him at the end of the line, and the child peed in his pants. Then she mocked him. I was made to clean up a child who had vomitted. Once I bumped into a nun, and she grabbed me and shook me so I thought my bones were rattling. Perhaps they didn't know about Shaken Child Syndrome at that time. That was in the 50's and 60's. I hear that these things do not happen in Catholic schools today, but I don't believe it. Any kind of order that requires celebant women or men has got to attract people with mental disorders. Just look at the recent news about priests sexually molesting children. The bishops knew about it, and their solution was to move the offending priest to a different parish. I am embarrassed to tell people I was raised Catholic. Have you ever visited the Vatican? There are billions and billions of dollars worth of paintings in the Cistine Chapel alone. Yet, directly outside the Vatican walls there are beggers who bring a new meaning to being poor. They are physically disfigured, blind, dirty, hungry, skinny, you-name-it. The only eligious establishments I put any credence in are the little corner churches that collect clothes for the poor in their neighborhoods, provide food and shelter, and counseling. Churches that anyone can join without some archaic rite of passage. They are little non-denominational churches that revisit what religion is supposed to be about. It's not about raising money for some new velvet and jewel encased statue to adorn the altar. Until churches wake up and realize this, I think the future of the church is precarious.









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