
The child abuse scandals in Louisiana broke earlier than the Boston scandal, but there was only spotty coverage by the national media. South Louisiana is heavily Roman Catholic, and I now realize how courageous the reporters and editors in the local newspapers, the Daily Comet and the Houma Courier, were in publishing their stories. No doubt, they took a great deal of heat from diocesan leaders and lawyers at the time.
The Catholic Diocese of Houma-Thibodaux is small, and I knew some of the people involved. When I learned of the child abuse, the hush money paid to victims, and the attempts to cover up by supposedly moral and psychologically sound leaders, I left the church at age 60. Though my alliance with the church had been uneasy for quite a while, my decision to completely break the ties was difficult.
Night before last, I watched Spotlight again before I sent the DVD back to Netflix. I wanted to enjoy the fine artistry on display in the film without being overwhelmed by suspense. Upon seeing the movie the second time, I remembered the light-bulb moment when, after hearing the stories about more than one priest in more than one diocese in Louisiana, I concluded that the abusive priests didn't simply slip through the cracks, but that the actual policy of the church was to shift abusive priests from parish to parish, perhaps after a leave of absence, where the abusive behavior continued in their new placements.