A Catholic priest in Germany caused outrage — and apparently quite a bit of approbation, too — by donning hijab during his sermon on Pentecost Sunday. The priest resorted to this desperate measure because he disapproved of the anti-immigration policies of the AfD (Alternative für Deutschland, Alternative for Germany).
Victim of Abuse Writes Open Letter to the Priest in Aalen: “My Rapist Also Wore Such a Towel Around His Head!”
The gesture of submission by the priest in Aalen not only fired up the Islam debate more, but it also apparently awoke entirely different memories, as this open letter proves.
(The name of the writer of the letter is known to the editor)
Dear Herr Sedlmeier,
In the schwaebischen.de (online paper) one could see your pathetic hijab performance everywhere; it was widespread on the internet as well.
A long time ago I lived in a Catholic facility as an orphan for fifteen years, from the age of three years old.
But one can’t really talk of the Catholic facility in which I had to dwell, but rather of a Catholic camp where children were mistreated and abused.
It was simply gruesome, what one had to experience there, and what types of people one got to know there who called themselves “servants of God”.
My case of course was even written about in several newspapers, and members of the diocese and servants of God beseechingly apologized to me and wanted to clear everything internally.
If you wish, I can supply you with the respective articles and correspondences of the Catholic offenders, male and female.
To this day, nothing has been cleared. The archive supposedly was disbanded, so that my documents no longer be found.
The Catholic Church and its dubious characters have to this day left their victims standing in the rain. The church stole my childhood. I was a living dead person in your facilities.
And my youth was also stolen from the Catholic Church.
The fact that the pain and suffering that was inflicted not just on me, but others as well, which takes a lifelong toll on everything, can’t just be pushed aside, I’m just mentioning that.
Through the immoral actions of these servants of God, whether in the light or in the dark, I was traumatized for life, and I still am to this day.
A few years ago I was in a clinic for months, and during that time the trauma of my childhood and my youth has come to the surface. I have that black on white.
I had suppressed the memories of the abuse for decades until they simply broke out.
Life is too short to just dismiss the things that were done to me and others by the Catholic Church. The suppression of these memories for decades has cost me a lot of strength already.
I predominantly only got to know male pigs and violent women who claimed to be servants of God. As a child, if one can even say the word child, because I never could nor was I allowed to be a child, one internally scanned and memorized the various facial expressions of these servants of God so that one always knew what mood they were in.
That way, one could every once in a while actually get away before something happened, but unfortunately, only every once in a while.
I am writing you because you have that very same facial expression as many other toey and horny priests that I had the displeasure of knowing from my childhood.
They sometimes crept up on me with towels over their heads, too, because they thought that way they couldn’t be recognized.
Last night two men wearing hoodies carried an explosive device into an Indian restaurant in Mississauga, a suburb of Toronto. When the men left and the bomb went off, fifteen people were wounded. The suspects have not yet been found or identified.
I went to the retinologist’s today to get a shot in my left eye, the latest in a series of treatments for last month’s flare-up of wet macular degeneration.