The Diocese of Jefferson City

A Case Study of Clergy Sexual Abuse

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Childproof 15: Mobsters, Music, and Maura O'Connell

Page 15

Editor’s Note: To protect the identity of certain students who attended St. Thomas Seminary
In Hannibal, Mo., pseudonyms have been used when necessary.

Dear Bishop Gaydos:

Robert Stack as Eliot Ness
One of the remarkable elements about reality
TV is that every so often you catch a glimpse of the unvarnished truth: personality, peccadillo, belief, attitude.

Observing portions of the semi-annual meeting
of the United States Conference of Catholic
Bishop (USCCB), broadcast on the Eternal
Word Network (EWTN) is a case in point. The
USCCB sessions may have been held in affluent
Bellevue, Wash., overlooking Lake Washington
and exclusive enclave of Mercer Island.  But the
peaceful grace of the Pacific Northwest did not
pervade these meetings.

Archbishop Timothy M. Dolan his muddled his way through a memorial moment for recently deceased bishops and mumbled a cursory prayer as if he were checking off items of a grocery list only to be pained by the fact that he was forced to do the shopping.

Edmund Cardinal Szoka
Archbishop of Detroit
He then introduced the retiring members
of the so-called National Review Board
in the same manner.  He read off their
names, but did not stand to greet them
as they approached the podium.  He made
no attempt to be gracious or solicitous
or humble.

In fact, he had no eye contact with any of
these folks nor did he stand to thank them
for their service.  The travesty of the
moment could not be ignored:  normally
the service of volunteers in such a sensitive
capacity is acknowledged respectfully
(maybe even with a plaque or certificate
of thanks).  But they did not even rate a
slap on the back or a wish for good luck. 
It was the bum’s rush from this crowd.

This bit shameful behavior gave way to the fact the USCCB demonstrated more than once that nothing has changed regarding their attitude or willingness to protect children, young people, and vulnerable adults from sexual predators.

Bruce Gordon as mobster
Frank Nitti in the television
series The Untouchables.
It was horrifying to listen to the retired
archbishop of Detroit,  Edmund Cardinal
Szoka, instruct the members on the danger
of including the word “oblige” in the Charter for the Protection of Children
and Young People
.  He cautioned that
any language obliquely hinting at mandate reporting of child abuse or sex crimes increased the level of liability of the church.

The ensuing debate about the word
"oblige" was equally startling in that
it revealed that the American bishops
still maintain that they can act outside
the law and that that are, in fact, above of the law.  Like the reliance of the Muslim Brotherhood and the Taliban on Sharia, the American bishops believe Canon Law excludes them from accountability toward society and accommodating children, parents, and the civil authorities who have established the means to prevent, investigate, and prosecute sex crimes. 

Szoka, an attorney and canon lawyer, demonstrated his skill at obstructing justice, which he may describe as risk mitigation.  But all in all, the entire experience reminded me of The Untouchables in which the FBI battles the notorious Purple Gang of Detroit.

Black-and-white TV only adds to the sensation when we realized that there is little difference between the mob meetings called by Frank Nitti, always an attempted to outwit Robert Stack's Elliott Ness.  Sad, but true.  A  classic episode, The Speculator, is uncanny in its resemblance to what EWTN broadcast recently from Bellevue.

Dysfunctional Behavior across the Board
Msgr. Charles H. Patterson
St. Thomas Seminary
I should point out that this trend was not unique
to the Josephinum.

I attended my first Jefferson City diocese
priest-seminarian party in December 1971,
seven months after graduating from
St. Thomas.  Bishop Michael F. McAuliffe
hosted the event at STAS between
Christmas and New Years to take
advantage of the kitchen and sleeping
facilities.  Cocktails began around 5:00 p.m.
with premium liquor (no wine or beer for
this crowd).  The banquet menu was
top-drawer country club cuisine: T-bone
steak and all the accoutrements.  By 8:00 p.m., the event was
full swing, cigars, after-dinner drinks, poker.  Some of the
participants took advantage of the basketball court and bowling
alley in the gymnasium.

At midnight, the party was a roaring drunk.  Clergyman and student staggered through the halls, around the grounds, and feeding in the refectory.  The careful party-goer stepped over or around those who
had collapsed.  Others hurried for the bathrooms to regurgitate and
start anew.

I recall two students one is now the principal of a Catholic elementary school near Hannibal who spent several hours sipping on Sloe Gin and tossing six trays to glassware from a cart in the gymnasium balcony to the newly varnished hardwood floor of the basketball court:  384 glasses with no worry as to cost or damage.

Douglas T. McDade (Back Row, Left)

A Death in the Family 
In 1978, a seminarian died at one of these weekend affairs: Douglas T. McDade (b. 4 December 1951; d. 2 July 1978).  The  party was held mid-summer at the Lake of the Ozarks. Msgr. Charles H. Patterson was one of the hosts.

On 27 July 1957, Patterson was appointed  as the first rector of the newly established  St. Thomas Aquinas Preparatory Seminary in Hannibal, where he also taught.  He signed on after Msgr. Louis W. McCorkle completed the capital and organizational structuring. 

Patterson served as rector until 1960 when he was named vice chancellor and vocation director for the Diocese and leader of the Diocesan Matrimonial Tribunal.  He served in these capacities until August 1970. O’Connell succeeded Patterson as vocation director in 1970 and was named rector that same year.

Patterson met McDade in New York.  McDade was a Broadway chorus boy at the time
Patterson, who was known among the clergy and seminarians as “Turquoise Tess,” was McDade’s ordination sponsor.  He also provided
the student with financial support.  Patterson was a generous patron, outfitting McDade with an extravagant wardrobe:  Doug is the only clergyman I’ve ever known to wear a Roman collar with a cat-suit. 
I still have the black cashmere Hardy Amies sweater that McDade gave
to me (Hardy Amies is a London courtier favored by Elizabeth II and the late Queen Mother).

Patterson was at the lakefront retreat the night McDade drowned in less than 10 feet of water. Other party guests included the Rev. Nacho Medina, the Rev. John Fischer and his best buddy the Rev. George Kramer. The Rev. Fred Barnett was present, too.

McDade who was about 6-foot-5 could not swim and those in attendance were too drunk to rescue him when he fell off the dock and sank that summer night.  He died at the age of 25.  The funeral was held Doug's funeral was held on the Fourth of July at St. Joseph Church in Edina.  One of the participants, Mike Dodds, would later find himself caught up in a personal tragedy involving a priest that would cost McAuliffe and the Diocese $250,000 in damages.

The Art of Fine Living 
Midnight Cowboy had its seminary
premiere at Cardinal Glennon in
October, 1971.
During my freshman year at
Cardinal Glennon College,
for example, the faculty
and administration approved
a private screening of Midnight
.  And in the fall of
1971, many students trekked
to the American Theatre to see
Hair and Jesus Christ, Superstar,
despite John Cardinal Carberry’s
public statements advising Roman
Catholics to avoid contamination. 
And, so, seminarians, dressed in civilian clothes, crossed  picket lines of faithful Catholics, kneeling on concrete, praying the rosary, to enjoy a touring Broadway musical.

The administration at Cardinal Glennon College also provided alcohol for
under-age students.  We often held weekend parties, known as Gauds (short for Gaudeamus or Let Us Rejoice), replete with kegs of beer and pizza, with particular faculty members providing bourbon, vodka, scotch.  By 2:00 a.m. on Saturday night, the Glennon student lounge looked like a trashed fraternity house during homecoming.
Kenrick Hippy:  Bishop Robert W. Finn
Robert W. Finn
Bishop-Kansas City, Mo.
Dope-Smoking Hippy
Once a student arrived at Kenrick Seminary
he graduated to Old Fashions, Single Malt,
and canapés.  Some graduate students at
Kenrick dabbled in narcotics:  marijuana
mostly, with a little amyl nitrate as the
preferred inhalant chaser.

For example, Robert W. Finn, the current
bishop of Kansas City, Mo., was considered
to be the resident hippy and pot-head at
Kenrick Seminary.  A loner, Finn preferred
his stash, love beads, and the literary arts
to Lauds and Vespers (even though he seems
to have immersed himself in the canonical
hours today as an Opus Dei cultist).  He seemed to like the idea of his mild resemblance to John Lennon with shoulder-length hair parted in the middle, a mild rebel of the cloth.

Cardinal Glennon Students
Flocked to the Musical
Hair in 1971
As the person coordinating public relations
at Kenrick, I thought it strange that Finn
absented himself from class photos for the
newsletter or did not like to participate in
public events.  But, then, I credited his
attitude to shyness.

Conception Abbey promoted the same
co-dependent culture.  There is a priest
who is pastor of prominent North Kansas
City parish whose leg was broken in a
rape attempt at the Abbey.  I believe
the incident happened when he was a
college junior.

Both Archbishop Eusebius J. Beltran (emeritus) of Oklahoma City and Archbishop John R. Quinn (emeritus) of San Francisco purchased alcohol for Conception students during their tenures as bishop of Tulsa (Quinn, 1971-1977; Beltran, 1978-1992).  The student was attacked in the after-hours of one these seminary parties.  Quinn, by way, enjoyed his seminarian Christmas parties by dressing up as a nun and having students sit on his lap as he taught them how to pick out piano tunes in his parlor.

Rev. George J. Kramer:
He learned to suffer in
comfort for the sins of
the world.
Suffering in Comfort:  Rev. George J. Kramer
One of the great instructors in priestly professionalism is the Rev. George J. Kramer.

One of my first encounters with the man was
a winter day when I was asked to shovel the
sidewalk in front of St. Pius X Church and the
rectory.  Kramer invited me inside when I
finished and offered me a hot toddy: a cup
of rum with a teaspoon of hot water.

Kramer’s brand of priesthood is living better
than the parishioners.  George tends to buy
a new car every year.  In the 70s, he made
his way through the Lincoln Continental
Mark IV, V, and VI.

Kramer was assigned pastor of St. Pius X to renovate the church. 
He made a great play of soliciting the parishioners with meetings, specifications, and architectural drawings.  Near the final stage of the decision-making process he developed three concepts.  One day he showed me the plans and interior renderings for three options.  When
he asked me which I preferred, he laughed.  I thought I had made a mistake. But no.

“None of these plans will be implemented,” he said.  “They’re only meant to make people feel good.”

Kramer then advised that the first goal of any project such as this is to be sure the rectory is renovated first.  He then showed me the budget for the rectory.

“If you are going to suffer for people’s sins,” Kramer said.  “You better be sure that you suffer in comfort.”

Kramer’s philosophy has not change, although his message has been tailored for public consumption: “The Lord provides.”

I can still hear him today, wailing like Lilith in Aramaic from the sanctuary during Advent services: “Maranatha.”  I can still envision him vacuuming up the bread crumbs from a sour dough loaf that he used for communion.  I can still taste the Haute Medoc and Lacryma Christi he used at Mass; no syrupy Sauterne for this so-called man of God.

I can still recall the toupée he wore when he came to St. Louis for a dusk-to-dawn canter through Herbie's, Martin's, and night life of the St. Louis Central West End to the East Side, Faces, and assignations with the socially hospitable habitués of these establishments, often in the company of his best buddies: John Fischer and Charles Patterson.
“Nora Montag”

O’Connell in Cajun Country
O’Connell shared Kramer’s art for living. 
Qui se resemble s’ assemble . . .
toujours . . .

In 2005, a member of the STAS Class of
1988 contacted me with an extraordinary
tale about Anthony J. O’Connell that
exemplifies the scale of corruption that
infests certain elements of the hierarchy
and clergy.

The student, who underwent sexual
reassignment surgery in the early 90s,
is a now a transgender female whom we will call “Nora Montag.”  She was baptized by Bernard Cardinal Law when Law was bishop of Springfield-Cape Girardeau.  Bishop John J. Liebrecht, Law’s successor, sent this student to STAS for his education.

At St. Thomas one of Ms. Montag’s classmates was the Rev. Brian J. Driscoll, O’Connell’s successor as vocation director and the courier who attempted to deliver cash to victims in exchange for silence.  Other classmates include Bill Koch, Aaron Bauhaus, John Meystrick, and Eric Rothmeier.  The Rev. Daniel J. Merz, now associate director of the Secretariat of Divine Worship at the USCCB in Washington, D.C., was an underclassman at the time.  Brian’s brother, Loren Driscoll, was the editor of The Anchor yearbook.

Papa Joe's Cajun Cabaret in
New Orleans catered to
O'Connell's sexual appetite.
As a result of his transformation, the
Rev. Manus Daly, O’Connell’s successor
as rector, refused to allow Ms. Montag
to attend alumni events at his alma
mater.  Daly’s predilection for young
boys led to his removal as rector.

According to Ms. Montag, she last saw
O’Connell in 1993 in New Orleans. 
O’Connell was in town for the USCCB
semi-annual meeting.  Ms. Montag was
working as mistress of ceremony at
popular bar in the French Quarter.

“He, another bishop, and two priests walked into Papa Joe's Female Impersonators on Bourbon Street,” Ms. Montag says.  “[It’s] a popular “trannie” bar, in New Orleans.  They arrived around 10:00 p.m. for the “after hours” show and the opening of the brothel business.”

Ms. Montag performed as Marilyn Monroe in the last show that night, wearing a copy of the iconic white halter-top dress as seen in the film, Some Like It Hot.
Bishop Anthony J. O’Connell
“As MC, my job was to entertain
customers in Papa Joe’s Champagne
Room until they were ready for their
sexual encounter with the [hustlers]
in the upstairs rooms,” Ms. Montag
says.  “O’Connell monopolized my
time and asked me to expose my
dick (she was pre-operative,
awaiting surgery).

“I pulled out my tits and my dick and said to O’C:  ‘You really want to touch them don’t you?’”

Ms. Montag says that O’Connell mentioned several times during their conversation that she seemed familiar.

“He asked several times if we had met before,” she says.  “I teased O’C sexually and he [reached out] to touch my genitals.  Across the room the other bishop and one of the priests were [being fellated]. The other priest was [the recipient of anal intercourse].

“When I told O’C that the last time he saw me, I conducting a science experience in his classroom at St. Thomas, he fled Papa Joe’s without saying good-bye to his friends.”

Ms. Montag related the complete details of this encounter with O’Connell to Tango Moran, the official MC at Papa Joe’s.

O’Connell Sidekick:  Rev. Thomas D. Hereford
Rev. Thomas D. Hereford
served as O’Connell’s
sidekick-in-chief for more
than a decade.
One of the priests accompanying Bishop O’Connell
to Papa Joe’s appears to have been the Rev.
Thomas D. Hereford.  Hereford transferred to
Knoxville diocese
with O’Connell after he
became bishop.

Father Hereford disappeared from the clerical
radar for nearly 10 years after his two one-year
assignments in Knoxville: no address, no listing
in the Official Catholic Directory.  In circa 2007,
he re-surfaced in St. Louis, working as a priest
for Catholic Charities and other non-profit
organizations in the metropolitan area.

Divine Worship
According to Ms. Montag some members of the St. Thomas faculty conducted private Masses, inviting a single student to join them
in Divine Worship.

“They used the old students’ sacristy off the study hall library,” she says. 
“They draped the window on the door so that no one could look in.”

Ms. Montag says that she once entered the sacristy unannounced and was
punished for the intrusion:  McNally, O’Connell, and a student were alone in the sequestered area.

She says a classmate recommended O’Connell for spiritual direction:

“He used to tell me that O’C helped students ‘stay pure’ and not masturbate.”

The Aquinos: Bishop O'Connell's Boy Band
Bishop O’Connell’s Boy Band: The Aquinos
Before Bishop O’Connell was promoted as chief executive of the
Roman Catholic Church in Knoxville and then Palm Beach, he
honed his fundraising and marketing skills on boy bands at
St. Thomas Aquinas Seminary.

A self-possessed impresario and sordid con man, his demeanor
and moxie is comparable to that of the nefarious talent agent LouisJayPearlman, who created the BackStreet Boys and ’NSync; and guided the early recording career of Justin Timberlake.

The Aquinos: Boy Band of St. Thomas Seminary

Pearlman’s first venture enticed capital from unsuspecting investors
to develop a marketing company that promoted consumer products
using zeppelins.  One of these lighter-than-air ships included the
Goodyear blimp.

Pearlman then glaumed on to teenage boys to enter the music
entertainment market.  Somehow he convinced more investors
to entrust even more capital 
as if he were a hedge fund
 to develop these all-male teenage singing groups. 
His base of operation was in Orlando, Fla., a stone’s throw
from Palm  Beach.

In court documents, Pearlman claims to have spent more than
$300 million to promote the Backstreet Boys before the produced
their first Top Ten hit.  He claimed similar expenses to launch ’NSync.

Calling Card for The Aquinos
Pearlman’s problems with the boy bands revolve around three issues:  return on investment to shareholders was non-existent; exorbitant agent fees (excessive even the Col. Parker’s percentage for the Elvis Pressley contract); and the sexual abuse of minors.

O’Connell was known to the students as O’C;  Pearlman was called Big Poppa.  Both provided the accoutrements that any musical group could possibly need.

The second, and last, recording of The Aquinos.

O’Connell’s desire for rock stardom led to the formation of the Aquinos:  five students with musical talent the selected for the band.  In 1968 and 1969, O’C produced two vanity albums: a catalog of 60s instrumental classics like Wipe Out, Pipeline, and Walk, Don’t Run

O’Connell also created a second-tier band called The Aquinos Junior with group of underclassmen filling out the combo.   A third band comprised potential talent that could be farmed out for fund raising if needed, each member tempted by a shot at making a recording themselves if they followed O’C’s rules.  And like Menudo, when Ricky Martin graduated to solo status, an unknown singer could be plugged into the vacated spot and their Bubble-Gum recordings could continue.

Aspiring Sophomore Class Musicians.

Formal Portrait: The Aquinos with O’Connell.

O’Connell nurtured rock bands at St. Thomas to replenish The Aquinos as student graduated. Like the basketball and soccer teams he was able to bring new talent forward when needed.   And, as a result, the sophomore and freshmen classes each had opportunities as would-be guitarists and drummers, students with hopes for fame.

Whether nor not O’Connell took advantage of the student-musicians remains unclear.  But considering O’Connell’s profile as a serial predator we have to assume the obvious

Bishop O’Connell, 1970

O’Connell Branches Out
By the mid-80s O’Connell appears to have move
on the larger venues.

During this period O’Connell introduced
St. Thomas students to an Irish band
engaged their 1984 American tour.  He
invited the balladeers to STAS to stage
what he called a “traditional” Irish wedding.  
You have to wonder at the concept and how
he expensed the event as rector of the
high school seminary.
Maura O’Connell began her
career as a backing vocalist
with Stockton’s Wing.

The band, Stocktons Wing, was formed
in 1977, specializing in Celtic revival music
(jigs and reels with some vocals).  The
troubadours’ name is derived from a line
in the Bruce Springsteen song, “Backstreets”: 
“Slow dancin’ in the dark on the beach at
Stockton’s Wing...”  The group evolved
over time as cross-over artists, performing
folk melodies such as Ten Thousand Miles.

“O’Connell was always introducing his relatives
to us, seems like they were always and ‘uncle’
or a ‘cousin,’” Nora Montag says.  “After working
in the entertainment business for so many years,
I often wonder where he got the money to promote
and pay for these ‘cousin’ ventures.”

The editor of the St. Thomas yearbook, The Anchor, offered this version
of events:

“April 3, 1984:   It was a normal morning, with a normal lunch and normal chatter when Fr. O’C suddenly informed us that we would go to Iowa City, Iowa, to see Stockton’s Wing.   When the general uproar ceased, he then told us we’d have a one-hour study hall before-hand.

“The bus (with Fr. [Dave] Maher at the wheel) was fired up and ready to go, and go, it did!   After a long prayer and Invocation of St. Christopher to save us from Fr. Maher’s driving, for three-and-half of the most grueling hours the bus has seen since the trip to see the Pope in 1979.

“But it was worth it.   We arrived at six o’clock, in time for supper at Iowa University, where the concert was being held.

“After supper, we tromped off to “Old Brick,” a converted Lutheran Church.

Three of the five members of Stockton’s Wing are identified as O’Connell’s first
cousins in the St. Thomas yearbook: Paul Roche and Kieran and Mike Hanrahan.
The Irish troubadours interrupted their 1984 debut tour of the United State with
a side trip to the seminary in Hannibal for a private concert with the students.
Source:  The Anchor, 1984, pp. 36-37.

“Now let me tell you of Stockton’s Wing.   Stockton’s Wing is a collection of young Irishmen who, quite naturally, specialize in Irish traditional music.   There is an entire band consisting of base, tenor, and string sections; but only the five lead players came for their first and exploratory tour.  Those who came were Tommy Hayes, Kieran and Mike Hanrahan, Maurice Lennon, and Paul Roche. 

“That, coupled with the fact that Kieran, Mike, and Paul are O’C’s first cousins, were the reasons for the trip.

“They provided us with two hours of fantastic music, highlight being Tommy “Mr. Spoons” Hayes, giving a solo on a favorite instrument, the spoons.

“The music was the kind that demands foot-stomping and hand-clapping, along with several gleeful shouts and war-whoops by Fr. Dalyand a steady cliential [sic] the “big eye,” O’C’s camera.

“When the music was over and the last autograph was signed, we loaded onto the bus for home.

“The music was great, and we just couldn’t thank the priests enough for the great time.”

Stockton’s Wing with Maura O’Connell
O’Connell was among of the
primary fundraisers for the
Diocese.  Based on what we
now know about the activities
of this self-acknowledged child
molester, we have to wonder
how much cash he skimmed
from the Sunday collection
plate to promote his personal interests. 

The rationale for O’Connell’s musical aspiration is unclear,
except for self-aggrandizement.  His method for financing these ventures is as mysterious.  It is not inconceivable that he may have convinced a naive angel or two to part with his or her savings.

Maura O’Connell’s Current CD
O’Connell is a free man today,
living in luxury on a colonial
plantation north of Charleston. 
The historic residence is the
former winter home Henry
Luce and his second wife,
Clare Booth Luce.

Lou Pearlman, on the other, has
been sentenced to 25 years in
federal prison.  He was convicted
28 May 2008 of bilking clients and
investors of millions of dollars in a Ponzi scheme that defies convention:  pleading guilty to conspiracy and money laundering.

Maura O’Connell
One member of the band a girl singer named  Maura O’Connell  –  provided backing vocals was introduced as O’Connell’s relative (their resemblance is uncanny:  pointed chin, crescent eyes, apple cheeks, and chestnut hair).  One of Stockton’s Wing’s early songs is Beautiful Affair and Ms. O’Connell’s vocals are credited in the liner notes of the 1980 album, Take A Chance.

Maura O’Connell in Concert.
Ms. O’Connell is a singular talent. 
Her career has arced from a girl-
singer in Stockton’s Wing  –  an
Irish band that stopped by
St. Thomas Aquinas Seminary
one day in 1984 to giver give
a private concert the students
there  –  to a recognized international balladeer
in the ranks of Kate McGarrigle,
Emmy Lou Harris, Dolores Keane,
Karen Matheson, and Mary Black.

Maura O’Connell, a Grammy-nominated artist, now bears the misfortune of an unsavory child molester in her family:  Bishop Anthony J. O’Connell.

Song Title
CD ~ Concert ~ Video
Naked With Friends
16 April 2008
17 Feb 2007
Don’t I Know
Walls and Windows
Down by the Salley Gardens
with Karen Matheson (1998)
Wandering Home
Helpless Heart
Just in Time
Saw You Running
with Stockton’s Wing (1986)
Maura O’Connell
Stockton’s Wing
Burke Takes Up Where OConnell Left Off
And so it is amusing and puzzling that Raymond Cardinal Burke has taken on the prima donna role that O’Connell was forced to abandon.

As the archbishop of St. Louis, Burke was just as enamored of boy bands as O'Connell.  He cosseted students at Kenrick Glennon Seminary, providing the financing for an oddball group of talent who market themselves as Priestie Boyz:  Black Sabbath meets the St. Louis Jesuits.

Raymond Cardinal Burke's Boy Band: Priestie Boyz
The Priestie Boyz website is disturbing.  It has no relation to reality, let alone Roman Catholicism.  And, yet, they publish a photograph of Burke plugged into an I-Pod, listening to their music.  The photograph borders on the inane considering the religious pretensions of those involved.

Like OConnell, Burke enjoys his boy band.
Burke's pursuit of this vain-glorious venture is characteristic of his personality.  Like George Kramer he pursues luxury, sensuality, and epicurean delight.  He as has convinced the young that they can share in these creature comforts, living better than those they serve.

Bishop O’Connell’s Kerb Crawling
According to my classmate Terence, O’C asked him provide a variety of pornography for nearly three decades.  Terence sent O’Connell pornography when he was Bishop of Knoxville.  O’Connell rationalized these requests: he needed the material to help boys overcome impure thoughts and feeling.

But at the same time, O’Connell like to brag to Terrence about his sexual encounters at the truck stops and public rooms that dot I-40 through Tennessee: Memphis, Nashville, and Knoxville, west to east. He thoroughly enjoyed these anonymous assignations and like to describe each scenario is graphic detail.

Terence notes that he was O’Connell’s travelling companion over the years.  Terence likes to tell friends that Dan Brown’s novel The Da Vinci Code is true.

Jim McNally has spoken similarly of his travels with O'Connell.  In the late 70s, McNally visited Lourdes with O'Connell.  He says he had access areas of the shrine off limits to the ordinary visitors because of O'Connell.  Surprisingly, McNally is highly critical of the venue.  He once called the atmosphere a carnival with barkers taking advantage of the infirmed.  He learned a great deal about the Church from this visit.  I think the experience disheartening moment in his vocation.

“Bishops have access to Catholic sites that no one else ever gets to see,” Terence says.  “I’ve been to make of those same locales described by Dan Brown.  It’s amazing how much secret stuff there is out there.”

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Next Time:  Bishop Finn Flips Us the Bird


1 comment:

  1. Maura O'Connell is not related to Bishop O'Connell, nor was she ever a member of Stockon's Wing.
    She never performed at a concert that he promoted.
    She knew him, but only as a cousin of the members of the band.
    She and a member of Stocton's Wing, Michael Hanrahan
    performed as a duo called Tumbleweed for two years before joined a band called De Dannan.