USA sided with pedophile priests, and soon after, the nation fell Chapter 3
By Kay Ebeling
"Pick up your trauma and make it a sword" -Angela Shelton
(Berkeley Springs WV to Chicago to Antelope Valley to Lake
Tahoe)
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“The Moon landing was faked, everyone knows that.”
I stared at him, his pinkish white face, trimmed hair, government issue quality
eyeglasses, and asked, “Didn't you say you were an engineer?”
“NASA Goddard Spaceflight Center thirty years retired,” he said proudly. He was beaming at me with an impish look.
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| Berkeley Springs WV |
“But…” I was uncharacteristically mum.
In that coffeeshop in Berkeley Springs, WV, spring 2011, was first time I encountered the phenomenon of smart Americans repeating goofy disinformation, which has in 2024 become an epidemic, indeed disinformation warfare, causing permanent damage in our nation today.
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When I left Albuquerque on my way to Chicago, a curious sequence of events caused me to end up in West Virginia. I have a Word file called “Abandoned in Appalachia” where I try to prove the church put people in my life who messed with me this way. In this case, one guy picked me up in New Mexico and was to take me to West Virginia, where another guy was going to drive me up to Chicago, after I stayed for a while with Cindy Falter, whose story I’d published at CofA Blog (See 2008 post "Another from L.A." at bottom of this post) All of these persons had appeared in my life as "fellow pedophile priest survivors" offering "support" but I've since grown to wonder if any of them were real...or which ones were real.
Think of it. The Vatican / Conference of Catholic Bishops would likely hire operatives, handlers, to work behind the scenes doing damage control as the pedophile priest stories came out; and City of Angels Blog in its heyday 2008- 2011 was doing damage. They found my weak points, a need for close friends especially as I've never had them. Nobody likes a slut after they're done with them. Wow. So the pedophile priest caused the behavior that made me friendless so these Vatican pukes could use that weakness to get to me. Soon after I started the blog in 2007, this set of individuals showed up in my life and kinda monitored me as I wrote and traveled. By the time I got back home to L.A. in 2013, all these new “friends” had disappeared, “ghosted me” as we say today in 2024.
I was so naive thinking I could publicly publish their crimes from the Vatican to local parishes and no one would try to stop me.
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I was abandoned in Appalachia for one whole year
The meeting in Boston celebrating ten years of progress uncovering pedophile priest crimes and plans for the future was supposed to include me. I couldn't get there. In the end, the meeting was uneventful. If I had been there more would have happened as Robert Costello and I had plans.
For a year I walked around and round the town plaza. The first weeks manic and agitated. Over the weeks I slowed down, shook less, mellowed out. So as much as this interference in my plans slowed me down, a year in this town changed my metabolism, in a good way.
I did finally make it to Chicago. Honestly I stayed a whole year as I had to sign a year's lease and then few months later the snarling landlady kept my 700 dollar deposit anyway so I should have just left earlier, that's my peculiarity.
While I was stranded in this dark town, my relationship with my daughter was wonderful. I'd hear her ring tone and jump to life...
Now I don't even know if she's still alive.
BULLYING (writing Oct 31, 2024)
(not final draft)
I fell in love with Mikey first time I
saw him
so I never let him touch me. In all those years of being compulsively
promiscuous, in pursuit of the priest I call it, I never had sex with anyone I
really loved.
This is hard to explain.
Even before I connected
it with being molested by a priest at age 5, I knew there was something sick
and twisted in the way I had sex, so I saved it for strangers. Men I loved, or
liked a lot, could only be friends. There was almost an electromagnetic field
pushing away anyone who was decent, as … I was mean to men after having sex with
them, literally kicked them out of my bed onto the street in the middle of the
night.
After realizing in
1996 that all my sexual compulsion was caused by being molested by a priest, the
sexual compulsion stopped. But I never replaced it with anything else. It just stopped.
To this day in October 2024, no one has touched me. I have not been intimate with anyone in 28 years.
Mikey is also part of
the political side of this story. When I met him he watched a lot of television.
When I left to go home to L.A. 16 months later, Mikey had been watching Fox News all day long; and
instead of saying goodbye, he swore “fucking liberal” at me as I went out the
door.
For the first time I wondered,
did Fox News somehow cause Mikey to hate me?
Mikey lived on the floor below me and his was the room where people gathered to smoke weed. “Drop by tomorrow morning,” he said from the back of the elevator where he towered over everyone else.
“I
have to make my nectar,” he called from the kitchen when I showed up next day.
He took cheap whisky that he bought in 1.75 liter bottles by the case. He
poured out half a can of Mountain Dew and filled it with the booze and took a
long pull on it. “Can't start the day without my nectar.”
Mikey was sensitive and willing to listen, so I
opened up to him about my blog and my mission in Chicago, to find more information
about the priest who molested me in 1953, maybe find proof or evidence for my
case.
A few days after that conversation, this
massive body of humans, about 20 residents of the high rise senior complex in
Elgin I’d gotten into where Mikey and I lived, en masse the group of residents
swarmed towards me telling me yes there was a Christmas party coming up for the
building but “You're not invited.”
She was huge and round, with
an Italian face that could have been on a mobster in a movie, leading the pack
of angry old people in Elgin shouting, “Yeah you're not invited.”
Next time I saw Mikey I said, you didn't tell anyone what I told you did you? He shrugged yeah. He came out of the kitchen with his odorific Mountain Dew can and said “Can't start the day without my nectar" again. And I had trusted him, and now this building full of apparent Catholics who thought the pedophiles should have been left alone hated me.
I began a habit that year and it still works
for me today, wait until middle of night to come down for my mail if possible,
otherwise avoid my neighbors.
All because USA sided with pedophile priests and let everything fall apart from there on.
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Here is a pattern that happens three times in this story. I left L.A. in 2010 hoping to interview other pedophile priest victims in different cities and also to get to Chicago to research my own case from c. 1955. I used low income senior housing or extended stay hotels as a way to have a home in different cities.
When I returned to L.A. in 2013, the only low income housing I could find was in Lancaster two hours north by train.
Both in Chicago and Lancaster, as soon as my neighbors found out I was writing about pedophile priest crimes, I’d get bullied, so badly I’d have to move.
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INS: Here short description of Lancaster and Jimmy and the roses
Lancaster and makeshift Christians
The bullying details were different, in Chicago and Lancaster, and weirdest part is-
It happened again when I moved in 2018 into low income senior housing in South Lake Tahoe. So next thing I have to write is about each bullying episode.
One pattern that is the same in all three bullying incidents is, soon after moving in, I’d befriend someone. I'm proud of my blog about the priest crimes, so when I meet someone I think I can trust, I show it to them, show them how it's linked in Abuse Tracker, show them my Dashboard so I can brag about all my clicks. Then within days of sharing my truth, there's an incident where nearly everybody in the apartment building is ganging up on me, in awful nightmarish ways, which, hmm, would be interesting cinema.
Another pattern is, the people doing the bullying later became staunch Trump supporters, almost without exception.
It's only as I write that I realize the significance of what I'm writing...
ADDENDUM
MONDAY, MAY 12, 2008
Cardboard Cardinal meets with LA plaintiff from 07 civil cases, says her perpetrator George Rucker laicized this year, no one knows where he is, shrug
*****
By Kay Ebeling
When drawing a picture of Cardinal Roger Mahony, the face becomes more lifelike when you begin to erase lines. I sat in on a conference Saturday with the Cardinal and Cindy Falter, one of the LA plaintiffs from last year’s civil cases, in response to Mahony's call for victims of church sex crimes to come to him, meet with him. (Above is raw video, a standup interview with Cindy right after the meeting.) At one point she kept asking the cardinal to answer, “How do you explain George Neville Rucker openly taking children out of the classroom to the rectory to be raped on school days?”
“Well, it’s evil, it’s just pure evil,” was the Cardinal’s response. The room was silent so he repeated, “It was evil pure evil.” That was all he had to say.
Mahony did tell us that Cindy’s perpetrator, George Neville Rucker, was laicized earlier this year, and the archdiocese confirmed to me today by phone, that by a decree from Rome, Rucker was removed in 2008 from the priesthood. Mahony assured us we no longer have to worry about the church expending funds to pay for Rucker’s stay in Nazareth House, where he’s apparently been the past few years.
“He’s on Social Security now,” Mahony told us, which means the pedophile priest George Neville Rucker will have a steady income, he'll stay healthy with MediCare, probably get section 8 housing before long or county funded board and care help until he dies. Rucker was convicted once but the 2003 US Supreme Court Stogner decision released him and a lot of priests from their crimes.
So Rucker won't be on any offenders lists. The archdiocese would not give any information about when or where George Neville Rucker was laicized and turned out for the taxpayers to support.
Where are the documents? Cindy asked, and learned that a lot of plaintiffs ask that question. Apparently they have to get a lawyer and request their perpetrator’s personnel files, then the priest inevitably appeals release of documents claiming privacy issues, inevitably then you have a hearing in front of a judge who finally decides how much of your perpetrator’s documents you can have. So plaintiffs have to take the initial step requesting the documents through lawyers. Mahony held up his hands and flecks of cardboard dust fell to the floor, he is not part of this process.
At one point while Cindy was puking, I took advantage of the break in her talk to pipe in like the ever dreaming flower child I am, seizing the moment to say (Click here to keep reading.)
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ADD Lancaster Eye in the Sky incident
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