We are six girls who grew up together…
We attended the same college- lived in the same dorms and have remained close friends for over 20 years.
We exchange birthday gifts, Christmas cards, floods of emails and celebrate ourselves at an annual “retreat” at Yosemite.
We share one dark secret that no one ever discusses, anymore.
Sophomore year, we all attended a kegger at one of the frat houses. Campus police had warned every girl on campus not to drink the nefarious Frat Punch. We heard too many nightmare stories and as a result, we drank our home-made yummy pink Lemonade/Vodka slushes throughout college.
At the Homecoming warm up party we ran into the twins, Tim and Thomas from Seattle. They were cute, outgoing and very popular. They joined us – and we went to three parties that night. One of the twins had too much to drink and got a little weepy. Siobhan and I sat with him as he rambled about this Catholic priest. A bad priest from his hometown. We spent an hour listening to him. Long story short: the sicko priest had been abusing lots of the boys in town. We listened with great sorrow and compassion. Something happened – campus police busted the party and we all hugged and went to our respective dorms. We talked long into the night.
The Campaign Commenced
Siobhan’s dad was a Los Angeles police officer and her uncle was some higher up in the Catholic faith- a bishop or archbishop. The next day, she was on the phone with her dad and the rest of us researched Father NoName. In no time, we had his name, parish address and phone number. Three of us are English majors and our fingers used to fly over typewriter keys.We started a stealth, anonymous campaign to get this priest “in trouble.”
Within four weeks, we wrote, multitudes of letters, called the right people, contacted newspapers and contacts of contacts and Father NoName was removed from his parish. Was possibly arrested. Relocated. The trail grew cold.
You can google Father NoName all day long. You won’t find him.
We made him disappear.