The Keepers

by William Skink

There is a documentary on Netflix called The Keepers I’ve been watching this week. It’s about the murder of a nun in Baltimore. She was killed because she was going to take allegations of sexual abuse by a priest to the police.

This is not a new story. It’s now widely known that the Catholic Church harbors pedophile priests who have preyed on thousands of victims for decades. These priestly predators have been systematically protected by one of the most powerful religious institutions on earth.

For me, the documentary has additional relevance. Sexual abuse by people in power is not just about the sexual gratification of sexual predators. It’s also about control and understanding how the mind reacts to trauma.

Nazi scientists were deeply involved in researching this aspect of mind control. After WWII, thanks to evil monsters like the Dulles Brothers, this research continued under the auspices of programs like MK-Ultra. The reluctance of Americans to acknowledge that this occurred in their own country, with their own intelligence agencies, doesn’t make it not true.

I’ve recently come into contact with a survivor who experienced significant trauma at the hands of a medical professional back in the 70’s. She didn’t start recovering her memories of this trauma until the 80’s, years after the abuse occurred. I’ve looked into aspects of her story, and it checks out. Unfortunately I can’t say any more than that at this point.

I wish people understood what this country has become. Americans like to think of this country as the beacon of liberty and democracy for the world, the shining city on the hill, but it’s a lie–a hollow myth kept alive through ignorant belief. The harsh reality is that after WWII, the worst aspects of Nazi Germany were absorbed by the American power structure, and further developed to maintain power and control, not just over the US population, but to exert power and control as far as possible.

I don’t know if this dark force can be stopped. The evil has metastasized. The enemy cloaks itself in the American flag and smiles as it shakes your hand. Wake up before it’s too late.

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About William Skink

I'm a poet and political cynic living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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5 Responses to The Keepers

  1. Just speculation, but I wonder if the reason why the Catholic Church has been s fled out for demonization is that Freemasons, who want a world population “maintained” at 500 million, oppose the Church’s stance on birth control. All large institutions with authority over children have a problem with pedophiles, and do their best to screen them out. This even includes the Amish. The Catholics are not exceptional. The worst offenders are public schools. Note I said “pedophiles” but did not add the word “rings.”

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    • …says the pedophile apologist.

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    • Again, I will not be around to make a thing of this or participate in a long thread and get myself banned, but that is a classic ad hominem attack. I also pick up on something else I have seen recently on my own blog, that you seem to be feasting on the dark side, and are hard pressed to let go of it. Somehow, the existence of pedophilia “rings,” rather than just bad apples, is validating you.

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  2. djinn&tonic says:

    Now, this might get a little personal Or a lot actually Parental discretion is advised

    Yo look look When I was ten, shit, I believed I could fly I would just flap my fucking arms and try to meet with the sky And in my mind I’d envision that I was speaking with God And then I’d chop his fucking fist off and beat him with mine But this is just a fucking portion of the war with my mind So I’mma take you fuckers back and through the vortex of time When I was seven envision me at the bottom of stairs And I solemnly swear that this is the truth, no fallacy here See I was young, man, I was just a toddler, a kid And he wasn’t the first to successfully try but he did He took me to the basement and after the lights had been cut He whipped it out and sodomized and forced his cock through my gut See it was weird because I felt like I was losing my mind And then it happened like it happened millions of times And I would swear that I would tell but they would think that I was lyin’ And now the power that he held was like a beacon of mine So now I got used to it, I put up with the shit And now my hate was so volcanically eruptive and shit But this is nothing ’cause I guess he told his friend what he do And they ate it up, shit I was like a buffet for two And then it happened in a home where every fucking one knew And they ain’t do shit but fucking blame it on youth I’m sorry mom but I really used to blame it on you But even you, by then wouldn’t know what to do And now it happened so often that he was getting particular And I’m more scared every time, word to my speed and ventricular One night he came home and I was asleep in my bed He climbed on top of me and forced himself between my legs He told me, hey Ray, I see you like them Popsicle sticks So put your mouth on my dick and fucking swallow the spit And I was confused but I was scared so I did what he said I had no idea the effect it would have on my head My heart was pumping it was thumping with like tons of my fear Imagine being seven and seeing cum in your underwear I know it’s nasty but sometimes I’d even bleed from my butt Disgusting right? Now let that feeling ring through your guts I thought of offing myself, I thought of killing these niggas Wanted to take a fucking brick and push they teeth through they liver Wanted to smash the fucking world and burn its leftover parts Wanted to rip it out and just fucking step on my heart Then I grew up and I wasn’t within the reach of these men But that didn’t keep me out the motherfucking reach of my sin And psychologically I was just as fucked as they come I was confused, I had to prove I wasn’t fucked from the jump I was afraid of myself, I had no love for myself I tried to kill, I tried to hide, I tried to run from myself There was a point in my life where I didn’t like who I was So I’d create the other people I would try to become Sexuality came into play and with as scarred as I was I was extremely scared of men so I started liking girls I started starving myself, fucked up my bodily health I didn’t wanna be attractive to nobody else I didn’t want the appeal, wanted to stunt my own growth But there’s a fucking reason behind every scar that I show I never got to be a kid so that’s as far as I grow My mental state is out of date, and that’s as far as I know My biggest problem was fear, and what being fearful could do It made me run, it made me hide it made me scared of the truth I’m not deranged anymore, I’m not the same anymore I mean I’m sane but I’m insane but not the same as before I had to deal with my shit, I had to look at my truth To understand that to grow you’ve got to look at your root I had to cut off the dead, I had to make myself proud And now I’m just standing living breathing proof look at me now I made it through everything, I made you look like a clown I’m fucking great, can’t fucking hate, you nigga look at me now Now I’m just saying this to tell you there’s a way from the ground The makings of a legend are often hidden in trials So just be strong and just move on and just accept what you can Because it makes your story better when you read at the end Yeah There’s a story behind every single scar that I show I made it out, this a me nobody’s gotten before I had to open my wounds, I had to bleed til I stopped it Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet I said I opened my wounds, I had to bleed til I stopped it Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet

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  3. Big Swede says:

    To quote Ann Coulter, “The Resistance goes live fire”.

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