Recently I've read an autobiography by J. Michael Straczynski and as these autobiographies go when it comes to Catholic schools you can always see that Catholic Church and its schools are nothing more then criminal organizations
And now the part where nuns almost killed him:
After that J. Michael Straczynski got very ill and he barely survived. If he had died not only would we not have "Babylon 5" but no doubt that those nuns and Catholic church would not show any remorse or an apology. He would be just one more dead kid murdered by nuns. You can only imagine how many graves catholic schools filled with kids with nuns saying to the grieving families "Oh, it was just the will of God. He is with Jesus now."
Quote:When they weren’t teaching Catechism and Introduction to Blunt Force Trauma, the nuns at St. Stephen’s worked tirelessly to extract money from the families of their students. Everything had to be purchased from the church or from stores endorsed by the school: uniforms, books, pens (blue fountain pens were preferred, green was acceptable, but only blue or black ink), composition notebooks, and pictures of saints and popes. It was no secret that the stores kicked some of the money back to the church. I may have been just a kid, but even I knew a racket when I saw one. Nice immortal soul your son’s got there, be a real shame if he burned in hell for all eternity ’cause you didn’t buy this here sweater. You get what I’m sayin’, or do I gotta make a call to Mother Superior?
And now the part where nuns almost killed him:
Quote:In 1962, admittedly a more robust economy, you could buy a pagan baby for five bucks. [...]
Since no one I knew had even seen a pagan baby, it was pretty obvious that this was just another scam.
[...]
“You didn’t take any of the boxes,” Sister Mary Thrombosis said again, so angry that she bit off the words in a staccato rhythm. “You were supposed to take them home and sell them over the weekend and bring the money back.”
I told her that I’d been under the impression that the fund-raiser was voluntary.
“Do you think the orphans have a choice in their lives? Do you think the pagan babies have a choice in their lives?”
Since I was screwed no matter what I said, I decided for the first time to mouth off to a nun. I started to say “I don’t know, why don’t we call some pagan babies and ask them?” but halfway through call some she slapped me hard enough to ping-pong my head against the cloakroom wall. Then she grabbed my coat and hat, shoved a box of World’s Finest Chocolate into my hand, propelled me down the stairs and out onto the snow-lashed sidewalk.
“You will stay out here and sell these and you will not come back inside until you’ve sold all of them,” she said, then stalked back inside, slamming the door behind her.
The snow was so thick I could barely see to the end of the block. There was no one else around, not a shopper, not a passerby on his way to work, no one. I considered walking down the street in search of other life-forms, then abandoned the idea, afraid of what might happen if Sister Mary Botulism discovered that I had deserted my post. I was soon covered in so much snow that the only thing you could see from a distance was a kid-shaped pile of snow topped by a red cap. I looked like a decapitated snowman. An hour passed. Then another. I couldn’t feel my face, feet, or fingers.
Finally, an old man dressed in the fashion of the Hassidim appeared through the snow like an apparition. [...] When he was within range, I staggered forward to ask if he wanted to buy some chocolate bars, though what came out of my frozen lips sounded more like “Wanna buh suhchoklutburrs?”
He raised his face to look at me, glanced up at the school rising above us, then back at me again. “They shoved you out here to sell those?” he asked.
I nodded. Shivering.
“Terrible people,” he said, then sighed and pointed to the box. “I guess I can take one. You got any plain? I don’t like almonds, they’re not good for my teeth.” [...]
After another hour, the door opened behind me and Sister Mary Goebbels reappeared. “How many?” she asked.
I held up one frozen finger, hoping it wouldn’t snap off.
Her face tightened, and for a moment I thought she might hold to her threat to keep me outside until they were all gone. But as she looked up and down the empty street even she was forced to accept that there were simply no customers to be found, and stepped aside to let me in.
“Useless,” she said as she followed me upstairs. “You are a useless, useless child.”
After that J. Michael Straczynski got very ill and he barely survived. If he had died not only would we not have "Babylon 5" but no doubt that those nuns and Catholic church would not show any remorse or an apology. He would be just one more dead kid murdered by nuns. You can only imagine how many graves catholic schools filled with kids with nuns saying to the grieving families "Oh, it was just the will of God. He is with Jesus now."
teachings of the Bible are so muddled and self-contradictory that it was possible for Christians to happily burn heretics alive for five long centuries. It was even possible for the most venerated patriarchs of the Church, like St. Augustine and St. Thomas Aquinas, to conclude that heretics should be tortured (Augustine) or killed outright (Aquinas). Martin Luther and John Calvin advocated the wholesale murder of heretics, apostates, Jews, and witches. - Sam Harris, "Letter To A Christian Nation"