Unhappy Kennedy Assassination Day

Dealey_plazaToday–November 22–back in 1963 President John F. Kennedy was fatally shot while riding in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza in the city of Dallas.

To the left is a picture of me standing at the spot where he was struck by the fatal head shot that ended his life.

(Sorry for the poor picture quality, but it was taken a couple of years ago and all I had was a really dinky camera phone.)

The Kennedy assassination is one of the most enduring mysteries of recent American political life. Who killed Kennedy and why has been endlessly debated and rivers of ink have flowed on the subject.

According to the Warren Commision (lead by horrible Chief Justice Earl Warren and involving such notables as future President Gerald R. Ford, future Senator Arlen Spectere, and former CIA Director Allen Dulles–the uncle of now Cardinal Avery Dulles) there was no conspiracy to kill Kennedy, only a lone nut named Lee Harvey Oswald.

Oswald is a very odd figure. He was a former Marine who defected to the Soviet Union in the midst of the Cold War and then was repatriated to the United States. There are many claims that Oswald had ties to the U.S. intelligence community and many have thought that he was actually working as a spy for the U.S. during his time in Russia.

However that may be, he just happened to have strated work at the Texas School Book Depository in Dealey Plaza shortly before the President made a trip to the city (to mend fences with Southern Democrats in preparation for the 1964 presidential election). According to the Warren Commission he then shot President Kennedy from the sixth floor of that building–an event captured on the famed Zapruder Film.

Unlike prior presidential assassins–such as John Wilkes Booth (who himself was part of an anti-Lincoln conspiracy) was proud of the fact that he had shot Abraham Lincoln–Oswald denied shooting the president after he was apprehended and claimed that he was being used as a "patsy" (i.e., someone set up by the real killer or killers to take the fall for the crime).

In the 1970s, the House Select Committee on Assassinations looked into the matter again and concluded that there had been a conspiracy, though it did not establish what role Oswald may have played in it.

There are thus two official and opposite government findings: The Warren Commission, which found that there was no conspiracy, and the House Select Committee report, which found that there was a conspiracy.

According to polls, most Americans agree with the House Select Committee over the Warren Commission, though opinion polls are not a good way of determining what happened on that day in 1963.

The thing to do is look at the evidence.

Which happens to be something that I’ve done to a considerable extent.

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Christmas Peace Veteran Dies

Cenotaph

In Europe in 1914, when Christmas was still considered to be a holy day and an occasion for peace rather than an excuse to party, the combatants of World War I observed a truce in honor of the holiday. The last surviving Allied veteran to witness the 1914 Christmas Peace has died at the age of 109.

"Alfred Anderson was the oldest man in Scotland and the last known surviving Scottish veteran of the war.

"’I remember the silence, the eerie sound of silence,’ he was quoted as saying in the Observer newspaper last year, describing the day-long Christmas Truce of 1914, which began spontaneously when German soldiers sang carols in the trenches, and British soldiers responded in English.

"’All I’d heard for two months in the trenches was the hissing, cracking and whining of bullets in flight, machinegun fire and distant German voices. But there was a dead silence that morning across the land as far as you could see.’

"’We shouted "Merry Christmas" even though nobody felt merry. The silence ended early in the afternoon and the killing started again.’"

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May Mr. Anderson and all of the witnesses of that Christmas Peace finally be reunited this holiday season to witness the everlasting peace of heaven.

LifeTeen Founder Arrested

Fushek2Due to my work on liturgy I have regularly been put in a position in which I was asked about problematic liturgical practices in connection with LifeTeen, and I have tried to answer those as accurately and charitably as I could. The truth is that there were significant violations of liturgical law in connection with the typical "LifeTeen Mass," though fortunately those have recently been addressed following the intervention of the Congregation for Divine Worship and the Discipline of the Sacraments.

It gives me absolutely NO pleasure, however, to note the following news item:

Msgr. Dale Fushek, the founder of LifeTeen, has been arrested on charges in connection with the sexual abuse of minors.

According to ABC News:

Fushek was charged with three counts of assault, five of contributing
to the delinquency of a minor and two of indecent exposure.

The former vicar general of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Phoenix was
arrested Monday on charges he fondled boys and young men and asked them
prying questions about their sex lives that he pretended were part of
confession.

Allegations emerged against Msgr. Fushek a number of months ago, at which point he resigned from his position as pastor of a parish in Mesa, Arizona. (Which he would have needed to do even if the charges were false.)

I must say that I am skittish about some of the allegations made against Msgr. Fushek:

Fushek resigned as pastor of St. Timothy’s in April after someone
claimed to have recovered a repressed memory involving sexual
improprieties by Fushek in 1985. He has denied the allegations.

Maricopa Attorney Andrew Thomas said the priest conducted "sham
confessions" in which he extracted details about people’s sex lives for
his own gratification.

I am EXTREMELY suspicious of recovered "repressed memories." That was the basis of the witchhunt that was conducted against daycare workers a number of years ago that led to numerous innocent individuals having their reputations and careers ruined.

I am also skittish about the allegations made in connection with the sacrament of confession. There is too much potential for a Rashomon situation here, with the same question being interpreted differently or misremembered.
If innocent of the charges in connection with confession, Msgr. Fushek also would be in the unenviable position of being bound by the seal (EVEN IF THE PENITENT CLAIMS TO RELEASE HIM FROM IT) and thus unable to effectively defend himself against the allegations.

That being said, some of the evidence against Msgr. Fushek could turn out to be solid. We’ll have to wait and see.

While we wait, may we pray that justice be done in this case, whatever that may be.

Let’s also pray that the impact of this on the young people to whom LifeTeen ministers will be minimized.

GET THE (SAD) STORY.

Anti-Murder Student & Mom On Radio

Just got a note from Katelyn Sill’s mom, who says:

Katelyn and I will be on the Heart, Mind, and Strength radio show tomorrow, Tuesday at 11am Pacific time.  It broadcasts live on the internet at www.avemariaradio.net and also offer podcasts of their  daily show which can be downloaded to IPODS or MP3 players.  You can find out more information about this at the podcast page on their website at www.exceptionalmarriages.com

I’ll be interesting to hear if any new facts emerge on the situation on the show.

Tune in or download if you can.

The Grace Box

Writer Andrew Santella, in a column slyly titled "The Sin Box," wants to know where all the sinners have gone. Why aren’t they lining up outside the confessional the way they did years ago, especially in a tell-all day-and-age when some people tell their sins to anyone who will listen.

"A generation ago, you’d see a lot of us lined up inside Catholic churches on Saturday afternoons, waiting to take our turn in one of the confessionals. We’d recite the familiar phrases (‘Bless me Father, for I have sinned’), list our transgressions and the number of times we’d committed them, maybe endure a priestly lecture, and emerge to recite a few Hail Marys as an act of penance. … Yet in most parishes, the lines for the confessionals have pretty much disappeared. Confession — or the sacrament of reconciliation, as it’s officially known — has become the one sacrament casual Catholics feel free to skip. We’ll get married in church, we’ll be buried from church, and we’ll take Communion at Mass. But regularly confessing one’s sins to God and the parish priest seems to be a part of fewer and fewer Catholic lives. Where have all the sinners gone?

[…]

"[I]t’s strange that so many lay Catholics should have abandoned the confessional even while secular culture is increasingly awash in confession, apology, and acts of contrition of every sort. Parents own up to pedophilia on Jerry Springer. Authors reveal their fetishes and infidelities in self-lacerating memoirs. On Web sites like Daily Confession and Not Proud, the anonymous poster can unburden his conscience electronically. The confessions on these sites are displayed in categories borrowed from Sunday school lessons: the Ten Commandments or the seven deadly sins. At least one posting I read was framed in the language of the Catholic confessional. ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,’ it began before going on to catalog a series of mostly mundane misdeeds. (Others are simply odd: ‘I eat ants but only the little red ones. They’re sweet as hell and I just can’t get enough.’)"

GET THE STORY.

(Nod to the reader who sent the link.)

The article is filled with confusions (e.g., "Dying with unconfessed mortal sin on your soul meant eternal torment"; uhm, no, that’s an unrepented mortal sin) and "witty" asides (e.g., "I know one [Catholic woman] who says she’ll go back to confession when she can confide in a female priest"), but the question asked is a serious one: Where have all the sinners gone?

They’re still around, of course, but as G. K. Chesterton once pointed out, they’ve traded the confessional for the psychoanalyst’s couch — or the talk show diva’s couch — and now have a form of "confession" far less satisfying and infinitely less healing. That’s because "the sin box" does not have as its purpose to wallow in sin but to dispense grace.

Bless His Heart

Down in Texas, and elsewhere in the South, we have a saying: "Bless his heart" (or, in the feminine, "Bless her heart"). This phrase is used to signal affection for someone, frequently just before or just after noting one of their shortcomings.

The amazing thing about this phrase is that you can couple it with the most withering critique, but the phrase "makes that okay."

F’rinstance: "Bless his heart, Lester never did have the sense to come in out of the rain" or "Bless her heart, Betty Jo’s entry into this year’s apple pie contest tasted like it had been made with persimmons."

"Bless his heart" is like of like putting a smiley face after an insult on the web.

Well it seems that the MSM has an equivalent to this. Witness:

At the end of a day of meetings with Chinese President Hu Jintao and other Chinese officials, Bush held a session with a small group of U.S. reporters and spoke at length about issues like religious freedom, Iraq and the Chinese currency.

The final reporter he called on critiqued Bush’s performance earlier in the day when he stood next to Hu in the Great Hall of the People on Tiananmen Square to deliver a statement.

"Respectfully, sir — you know we’re always respectful — in your statement this morning with President Hu, you seemed a little off your game, you seemed to hurry through your statement. There was a lack of enthusiasm. Was something bothering you?" he asked [SOURCE].

It appears that "Respectfully, sir" is the MSM equivalent of "Bless his heart." It’s a phrase to "make okay" whatever outrage is about to pass the reporter’s lips.

Only it’s darker than "Bless his heart," because there can be (and usually is) genuine affection expressed with the latter phrase.

There isn’t any of that in the reporter’s "Respectfully, sir" and certainly not in the patently false "you know we’re always respectful."

This question was anything but respectful, and calling it that didn’t make it so. It only called attention to the fundamental rudeness of the question, which can only be described as an ill-willed, nitpicky, and petty effort at "gotcha" journalism.

The question was asked purely to embarrass the president. It certainly was not a serious attempt to elicit information that would be valuable for the public to know. I mean, if there was a urgent global crisis that the president was aware of and that was what was what was on his mind, he could scarcely be expected to tell that to the reporter.

The question also has the appearance of trying to stir up ill will between the president and his Chinese hosts by overtly suggesting that he wasn’t enthusiastic about relations with them. Trying to stir up trouble between the U.S. and China in a diplomatic situation like this isn’t just asinine, it’s positively unpatriotic.

No president should be asked such a blatantly insulting question in such a diplomatic situation. Not Bush. Not Clinton. Not anybody.

Oh, and think what a sterling example of the free press the reporter set for the Chinese. Yes, that’ll make Beijing want to loosen control of reporters in China. "My asinine behavior is what y’all have to look forward to if you free the press, guys!" is what this guy telegraphed to the Chinese leadership.

Despite the fact that the reporter was acting like an arrogant, nitpicking, petty little man bent on troublemaking, the president had a good comeback:

"Have you ever heard of jet lag?" Bush responded. "Well, good. That answers your question."

Nice comeback.

Still, that reporter needs a trip to the woodshed.

Bless his heart.

Cheese

I didn’t plan on publishing this. It’s just a note that I sent to a family whom I’m helping thorough my parish’s Thanksgiving and Christmas program. But I thought printing it might encourage others to help families in their own areas during the holiday season.

So here goes. . . .

Dear Family of [Children’s Names Deleted]:

I wanted to send y’all a note and thank you for the one you
sent me. Thanks! I appreciate it! 

I know what it is like to need help financially. I have been
so poor that all I could afford to eat was 17-cent boxes of generic macaroni
and cheese. After a summer of that, I couldn’t stand to eat macaroni and cheese
for years, though it had been one of my favorite foods before that.

Later, when I was married, my wife and I were so poor that we had to search the cushions of the
couch for spare change to scrape together enough money to buy a pack of cheap hotdogs
and a can of generic lemonade to have food and drink for the day. We could only
buy the most inexpensive food possible.

My family later offered to help us, but they had no idea how
bad off we were. At one point the subject of cheese came up, and I said:
“Cheese? That’s rich person’s food!” We simply couldn’t afford it.

My family brought over a bunch of food, including several
blocks of cheese, and it was such a gift from God!

Now that Jesus has blessed me and I can help others, I want
to do so. I hope that y’all enjoy what I was able to buy for him and for you.

I tried to get everything that was on the list that the food
pantry suggested for a family of six—plus more—though I wasn’t able to get
marshmallows since the store was out of them. There are extra sweets for the kids in the box, though.

I also made sure that there were some additional things that
the food pantry didn’t suggest.

In particular: I made sure that there were several blocks of
cheese.

The love of Christ be with y’all!

—Jimmy

Parishioner at [My Parish] Catholic Church

If you can, please help the less fortunate in your area this Thanksgiving and Christmas!

The (not-so) Fiery Furnace

We’ve been having trouble with our furnace.

For you folks out in sunny California, or down in balmy Florida, a furnace is a household appliance common here in Arkansas, the primary job of which is to waft great billows of toasty, heated air into our chilly living spaces, so that we don’t have to go to all the trouble of getting up and walking all the way to the closet and putting on a sweater.

That’s alot to ask of any American, especially when you consider that there is a good chance of misplacing the TV remote while you walk around the house.

So, I called a technician and he fiddled around with the thing for about twenty minutes, announced that he had found the problem and informed me that it would be very expensive to fix. I told him to hold off ordering any parts, because I wanted to be able to do some creative budgeting before I coughed up several hundred bucks.
That night, my wife (the one of us who isn’t absent minded) reminded me that we have household insurance that covers stuff like this.

OO-RAH!

I called the number on our copy of the contract, and in a few hours, another technician was knealing in our cramped furnace closet, only a few feet from the catbox. I thought to myself that anyone who spends that much time in basements and garages probably gets to see alot of catboxes.

The new technician is younger than the last. He sets to work, and the thought of telling him about yesterday’s technician crosses my mind. Should I tell him that "the other guy" thought it was a stuck relay?

He hums a little while he works. He is patient, unlike "the other guy", who seemed to be having a hard day, and grumbled whenever he dropped a screw, or misplaced his flashlight.

Do I just casually drop a remark like, "-think maybe it’s a stuck relay?"

The "new" guy is moving a little probe around to different wires that run around the furnace. A little red light in the probe blinks on and off as he touches here and there.

Do I mention the previous diagnosis, just to save him some trouble?

No, and here’s why. Two reasons:

1) I have no clue as to whether the "other guy" was correct in his diagnosis. Sure, I would have trusted him to fix the problem, because he knows more than I do, but I can’t say for sure that he got it right on his first go.

2) As I heard someone say recently, "Everyone likes to peel their own banana". This guy seems confident and capable. He probably likes to go about his job in a certain way, testing and deducing according to his own logical pattern. He might not appreciate people throwing out theories while he is trying to systematically form his own judgements. I could just see him giving me a sideways glance and saying, "Well maybe it’s a stuck relay and maybe it ain’t.". Here in thenSouth, such un-asked for advice could be taken as a lack of trust. It wouldn’t be polite.

This new tehnician is very patient, and works for a solid twenty-five minutes before saying anything.

"Hm-m-m-mm."

That’s it; "Hm-m-m-mm.".

A few minutes later he stands up and explains "Looks like there’s a bad relay in your control board.".
It’s going to be expensive, and will take a few days to get the part, he says. We make some innocuous conversation and chuckle a little over how complicated machines are these days. In the old days, I could have fixed my own furnace, but this one has an electronic brain. I always used to work on my own cars myself. He understands.

He leaves with a "take it easy", and I’m glad I didn’t mention the other technician.

It’s chilly at night this week. We can make it like an adventure. Pile blankets on the bed and wear sweaters. And now we have an excuse to use the fireplace!

Habits That Should Not Be Broken

A reader writes:

Dear Jimmy,

As a frequent listener to "Catholic Answers Live" and
an occasional visitor to your blog, I have long been
impressed by both your charity and your ability to
stick to the facts when discussing even the most
contentious issues with callers who wish to "drag you
into the muck" and to engage in speculation about what
this or that priest or sister or bishop has said or
didn’t say.

This is why I was so dismayed to read the most recent
entry on your blog entitled "Yes, It All Makes Sense
Now."

I will be the first to agree that Sister Helen Timothy
was wrong to expel Katelyn Sills for her courageous
decision to reveal that a teacher at her school was
escorting students to Planned Parenthood to have
abortions.  But contrary to your assertion that the
picture and article to which you linked "explain[ed] a
good bit," I was left asking "What exactly was the
point Jimmy was trying to make here"?  And your
comment that "I’ve never understood those orders in
the habit of habitually having habits whose style is
best described as ‘office frumpy’" was unchartiable
and irrelevant to the facts of this case.

Thanks for writing. I appreciate your perspective, and I’ll try to clarify.

The point I was making is that the fact that Sr. Helen Timothy does not seem to wear a habit is consistent with some of the other things that have been reported about her, such has:

  • Her apparent resistance to firing a woman who facilitated murders until ordered to do so by the bishop.
  • Her apparent refusal to communicate with the Sills about this matter prior to the action.
  • Her apparent refusal to support the bishop’s decision publicly (manifested in her referring all press inquiries to the bishop’s office).
  • Her apparently unjust dismissal of Katelyn from the school.

The reason that the lack a habit is consistent with these is that there is presently an identity crisis among many religious. This identity crisis manifests itself in different ways, including a reluctance to embrace traditional Catholic teaching and values.

Among the traditional Catholic values that some religious have been reluctant to embrace is the value of traditional religious garb. Traditionally, Catholics have regarded such attire as an important sign of consecration to God and indicator of the social function and identity of the member of a religious community. Such garb has traditionally served as an identity marker, just as clerical garb is an identity marker for priests, police uniforms are identity markers for police officers, military uniforms are identity markers for members of the military, etc.

As the identity crisis has spread in religious circles, many have been reluctant to wear the traditional identity marker for their role (the habit) and have either unlawfully ceased wearing it or have sought to change their community’s charter such that the identity marker is toned down as much as possible, while remaining in minimal compliance with the ecclesiastical law. (For example, getting rid of veils and habits and instead wearing a religious pin or brooch–neither of which is visible in the picture of Sr. Helen Timothy).

The identity crisis in religious circles has not gone unnoticed by the laity, who have become suspicious of religious that do not wear the traditional identity markers for their roles.

Ordinary lay people recognize that the clothes a person wears tell you something about the person. This is true not only in cases where there are formal uniforms (as with a monk, a nun, a priest, a policeman, or a military officer) but even in cases where a particular style is informal.

The fact that I dress like a cowboy tells you something about me, where I come from, and what I identify with. It doesn’t tell you everything about me (e.g., most cowboys probably haven’t specialized in theology and canon law as much as I have, nor do they likely have the same interest level I do in ancient history, linguistics, and science fiction), but it does tell you something.

Similarly, "hippie" garb and "rapper" garb and "grunge" garb and "goth" garb tell you something about the people that choose to wear them. (As well as "milkman" garb and "McDonalds employee" garb and "businessman" garb, and every other kind of distinctive dress you can think of.)

Lay people know this instinctively, and when they meet a religious sister who does not wear the traditional identity marker for her role then they take it as a sign that the sister may be caught up in the identity crisis that affects so many religious these days.

That identity crisis affects more than just the outward identity markers of religious, though, it can also affect things like:

  • Willingness to fire employees who are discovered to be facilitators of murder.
  • Willingness to communicate with people who ask for such firings.
  • Willingness to support bishops who order such firings.
  • Willingness to expel students who prompted such firings.

Now, none of those things follow necessarily from failure to wear a habit, but they are correlated in a way that is notable to a lay audience. Hence the reader who e-mailed the picture and saying that it explains a lot without even needing to identify the element in the picture (the absence of a habit) that does the explaining.

The bottom line is that ordinary people realize that when someone has a particular social role but refuses to embrace the traditional identity markers of that role that it calls into question the degree to which they embrace the role itself.

People wouldn’t trust a neurosurgeon who showed up for work dressed as a chef or a judge who entered a courtroom dressed as on olympic swimmer and they tend not to trust religious sisters who dress as secular businesswomen.

They may not say it all the time, but for many there is always a background level of mistrust toward religious sisters who don’t wear religious habits.

In particular cases, it may not be the fault of the individual in question. Some may have joined their institute at a time when it was habited and then, over the objections of the individual, the institute changed its rules so that the habit is no longer permitted. In those cases the inability to wear a habit is a cross of suffering for the individual.

But that is an exceptional case, and in the main when one encounters a religious sister who doesn’t wear the traditional garb of the role one naturally asks questions like: "If this person is a religious sister then why doesn’t she want to be seen as a religious sister? Why does she want to be seen as a secular businesswoman instead? What’s going on here, and how deep does her lack of identification with the traditional role go?"

Same exact thing applies to monks who don’t wear habits and priests who don’t wear clericals or married people who don’t wear wedding rings.

Failure to wear the traditional identity markers raises questions about the individual’s attachment to his vocational identity.

I hope this sheds light on the point I was making.

Regarding the "office frumpy" remark, I woud disagree that it was irrelevant to the facts of the case for the reasons indicated above. As to its assessment from a perspective of charity, I don’t know that I would characterize it as uncharitable. Charity is not the same thing as politeness. Charity involves willing the good of others, and I think it good for those who wear such garb to realize how it strikes others.

If it was not sufficiently polite then I would mention that I was in searing neck pain when I wrote that post and I apologize again for all my shortcomings.

Vatican Express

Vaticancc_1 A few weeks ago I actually found myself contemplating getting a Starbucks credit card since I often find myself heading in there for a hot chocolate and a gossip-fest with my sister and a mutual friend. Then I came to my senses and decided not to drink materialism’s Kool-Aid by getting plastic to buy a cup of cocoa.  In any event, the Curt Jester has devised a credit card offer that I’d like to find in my mailbox: The Vatican credit card, the slogan of which is, naturally enough, "Don’t leave Rome without it!"

"Sure you receive offers everyday in the mail and you promptly throw them away, but this offer is truly different. Tired of false promises and fine print that discloses how you are going to be raked over the coals if you actually charge anything? Tired of big banks that will only get bigger by charging you a fortune in interest and late fees. If you are tired and disillusioned by business cons then you will actually love this new credit card that actually delivers on its promises.

[…]

"But wait there is more! Each member gets automatically enrolled in our debt warning system. If your charges become disordered in relationship to your salary automatic stewardship warnings are mailed to your house or sent via email. Our group of dedicated contemplative money managers will also immediately start asking St. John of the Cross to intercede for you in the area of detachment from material things.

"From the Church that brought you Western civilization finally there is a name you can trust on the card you carry around with you in your wallet."

GET THE POST.

Sign me up as quickly as possible so I can be sure to use it next time at Starbucks!