Cyndi Culp

This documentary was incredible. Synchronizing it’s debut right at the time the #metoo women unveiled stories of sexual cohersion and massive nation wide abuse, it’s not as unbelievable today as it was in 1994 when the story first broke. I was surprised at my revulsion, anger, rage and tears that sprung from learning of the horrendous sexual abuse from the hands of a priest-two priests at the start- and that soon included the “ friends” he’d drag into his debauchery to perpetuate their evils upon the girls as well. The priest obviously had evil friends in high ( and low) places who hid his dark deeds and that’s why I know he brought about the death of Sister Cathy. How and who are yet to be determined but one day we will know. Everyone else has figured this out as well- but deciding who actually struck and killed her - obviously from the orchestration of Father Sicko - must’ve also had a big stake in the cover-up. I thought weaving the women’s stories in and out of the story was genius. Both the ones trying to research in order to get justice for Sister Cathy and the ones trying to get justice for themselves were very real and their stories gripping. And then to end the story with the lies of the Catholic Church about hiding Joseph Malleck’s first case in 1967 of abuse against the altar boy was a shocker. He could’ve been locked away at the very outset and none of the lives ruined and destroyed. What a gripping documentary. I would be very surprised if the Catholic Church will recover from this as it’s image is tainted terribly already with so many abuse cases. You have to ask yourself just why the Catholic Church keeps insisting on recruiting single supposedly “celibate “priests when such a high percentage turn out to be perverts and abusers?! Just who would desire to be a priest under their “conditions” and who would want to join this Catholic brotherhood of abusers and be in their parish? To have any respect for a priest will be hard after seeing the disgusting way the diocese covered up its sins. It made me really want to jump in my shower to wash off any of the corruption lest it land on me! But afterwards I pondered about the twists and turns of this sad tale a long time upon my pillow...