March
13, 2013. The world is waiting. Television screens show days-old
footage of cardinals in red and white, processing past Vatican guards
into the magnificence of the Sistine Chapel for the papal conclave.
Every image, from the polished marble floors and gold ceilings to the
priceless frescoes on the walls, tells a story of wealth, pageantry and
power. Outside, in St Peter's Square, the crowds are cheering for a man
whose name they do not yet know.
But there is another soundtrack. The day before, Pat McEwan, a 62-year-old from Scotland, had described to me how he was raped at the age of eight by a priest. His voice drowns out crowds and choirs. "I ran home shaking like a dog. I had wee short trousers on and the shite was running down my leg. My mum and my auntie had to wipe me down."
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/apr/07/catholic-priests-unmasked-god-boys
But there is another soundtrack. The day before, Pat McEwan, a 62-year-old from Scotland, had described to me how he was raped at the age of eight by a priest. His voice drowns out crowds and choirs. "I ran home shaking like a dog. I had wee short trousers on and the shite was running down my leg. My mum and my auntie had to wipe me down."
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/apr/07/catholic-priests-unmasked-god-boys
