Here is a story of
the catholic church educational experience of my friend Dwayne James Mitchell:
"My
education started in P.S. 41 in Greenwich Village, New York City. Going to this
public school was an enjoyable experience. There were all kinds of activities
using art supplies. I always liked to draw pictures of Apartment houses, and
later on in life I became an Industrial Arts Teacher. It was a fun place to
learn. There was no violence on the playground during lunch recess, and
everyone seemed to get along with each other in a harmonious fashion.
But during the first grade, my parents
removed me from that school and put me in Saint Joseph’s Elementary School on
Christopher Street in Greenwich Village, NYC.
I noticed immediately was that there were
no art supplies, and no friendly atmosphere like there had been in the public
school. In the second grade, the religious instruction was handed out hot and
heavy: Catechism questions and answers word for word and the concept of
Original Sin. First, the nuns painted God as a loving being, but then they
informed us that the loving God dumped original sin on us, and because of this
we were defective. Since we made our first Holy Communion then, we had to learn
about confession, and the concept of telling someone else about our inner most
thoughts! Third grade was a positive experience,
because I did not have a nun as a teacher, but a lay teacher.
The nun who taught the fourth grade got
her training from the Nazi SS! If you
asked a question, she got mad. If you were called to the blackboard and said
something wrong, she would push your head into the blackboard with force. We
went to the public library and it class seemed to be a positive experience in
spite of the fourth grade nun. But the next day, the nun asked me. “who was my
partner on line walking to and from the library the previous day?” When I
identified the other boy, for no reason she grabbed our heads by the hair and
banged them together. That night when my mother noticed lumps on my head and I
explained what had happened, my parents did nothing.
I became an altar boy. We had to learn the Latin, serve Mass from 5:00 to 7:30AM daily and on
Sundays, and attend daily mass at 7:30AM. Then you had to run home, eat and get
back to the church for the school’s Mass. It wasn’t easy.
From
the 4th grade up we had to attend the Monday afternoon Novenas, and a similar
service on Wednesday. If you were an altar boy, you had to return to the church
for a similar service in the evening!
At Saint Joseph’s there were two schools:
mine with 30 students to a class and an academy with 15. The sad part is that
my parents could have afforded to send me to the academy!
While in the 4th grade, I noticed that
violence was starting to enter the student body. The nuns were using violence
toward the children, so the students used violence among themselves.
The 5th, 6th and 7th grades were similar
to the 4th grade in terms of the behavior of nuns. Children were being slapped
around and demeaned, in front of the class. If you
had a learning problem, there was no help, and no one cared. The nuns took
extreme pleasure destroying the self-esteem of boys.
After the 7th grade, we moved to New
Jersey, and I attended “another school of indoctrination” for the 8th grade. There
was less violence but the nuns’ negative behavior permeated the building.
When I started 8th grade, I had a
substandard education from the New York
City Catholic School, plus I had a learning disability. I did not know “how to
study” or “how to organize” my educational life. I made a friend by the name of
Richard who had the same educational problems, so we struggled together. We
took the test to enter the parish high school and both received “letters of
acceptance.” While we were happy but surprised because we both knew that we had
a difficult time dealing with “timed tests.”
We found out that we were only
accepted because we were in the parish, and that we should tell our parents
that we wanted to go to the local public school. As we walked home that day,
Richard stopped me and said, “how can I tell my parents that I cannot go to the
Catholic High School?” ----- I responded, ---- “We have the letter of acceptance,
and if we say nothing to our parents then the school has to accept us!” That is
what we did!
We managed to graduate from
that “poor excuse of a High School,” and get accepted to college, but sad to
say, Richard never made the transition to the adult world. Both he and his wife
drank themselves to death! He was a gentle soul, and he was an outstanding free
hand artist. The Catholic Education destroyed him!
When I told the nun in my junior year of
high school “I am going to college!” --- She responded, “What Catholic College
or University would every accept you?” ---- I responded, “I do not want to go
to a Catholic College or University!” ---- She countered with, “where do you
want to go?” --- I said, ---- “A state school!” ---- She commented, “If you go
to a state school, you will lose your faith!” ---- At that point in time, I
knew that I had her in my gun sights just like a fighter pilot in WW2, and I
went in for the kill. ---- I responded,
---- “before you can lose something sister, you have to have it in the first
place!” --- The year was 1959. In 1967 I
met the same nun walking down the street. She asked me, --- “what are you doing
with your life young man?” ---- I responded, ---”I am graduating college
tonight sister.” ---- She countered with, “what college took you? ---- I
countered with, “a state school!” ----- Yes, there is a God, but it is not a
Catholic God! ---- Today I have two MA’s,
and Diplomas from schools of technology courtesy of my own efforts, not
the efforts of the Catholic Schools and the nuns.
My abuse by the Catholic Church followed
me into my adulthood. When I met the woman of my dreams and we decided to get
married, we had to attend the PreCana conferences in order to get “permission
to get married in the Catholic Church.” When we attended these meetings, I
noticed that there were only two types of couples that were paraded in front of
the group. Couples who were expecting a child, and couples who already have
children. There were no couples without children. This demonstrates their long
term agenda. They want more loyal cool aid drinking followers to continue to
finance the corrupt evil organization.
We were told that we could not have the
traditional wedding march! All my life I wanted that to be played at my
wedding, and now we could not have the traditional wedding march. NOTE: One
year later, in the same church, with the same music director, the traditional
wedding march was played, because the groom was part of the “good old boy
Catholic Network.”
So in
my life, I was physically and psychologically abused by the nuns, deprived of
the sponsor that I wanted for my Confirmation, and also deprived of the
traditional wedding march. The frosting on the cake occurred on the rehearsal
night before the wedding. After the rehearsal was over, the pastor called me into
his office, and he hands me a letter to sign. While handing me the letter, he
said that if I did not sign it, he would not perform the wedding the next day!
The letter dealt with the use of contraception in my marriage. The subject was
never brought up prior to that night! That is pure and simple blackmail. Since
I did not care, I signed his letter. I cannot take a chance of having children
because of a DNA issue that has shown up in the family!
The Catholic Church is NOT a user
friendly form of the Christian Religion. If you want a happy successful life,
stay far away from these fakes, frauds and phonies! They will destroy you with
their smoke and mirrors, while taking all your money so that they can save your
soul!
