A visit from the sincerely unloved parish
priest was the last thing we needed after a hellish
winter’s night holding a bellowing, colicky newborn by her
armpits to quell the pain. I cowered nearby while my husband
diverted him. But the sonorous voice travelled over several
rooms: “There’s nothing as evil as an evil
woman,” he boomed, about a case that was making the papers
at the time.
His next visit was to acknowledge the
birth of a second girl-child. In the bafflingly long,
uncomfortable silence, he peeled an orange before heading for
the door, signing off with a prayerful: “Ah shur mebbe
it’ll be a little boy the next time.”
Yes, I have baggage where the institutional church is concerned.
Most of us do, back through multiple generations. Vile misogyny
is only the half of it. But as the media gallops away on another
Dan Brown- style Angels and Demons
blockbuster, it is all starting to sound a little too
convenient.
When the kneejerk response to honest reporters or objective
historians is a snorted “the cover-up begins”; when
it requires real bravery to mildly suggest that perhaps critics
might look at historical context, it starts to look a lot like
bullying. To see this directed at Irish Times
journalists – usually unfairly cast as the cheerleaders of
the anti-church regiments – is almost amusing. Is it
possible to ask for reflection without risking condemnation as a
fellow-traveller?
Older children
One popular narrative is that those 796 children who died in the
Tuam home between 1925 and 1961 were babies still in swaddling
clothes. In fact, well over a fifth of them were more than a year
old.
There were at least 13 children aged three
and over and they were by no means the oldest. There were two
nine-year-olds, an eight-year- old, a seven-year-old, a five-
year-old and a four-year-old. All girls, oddly. Is that just a
coincidence? Was it only girls who were permitted to stay? Were
they being lined up for the laundries or was there simply no one
to claim them? If there were that many older children among the
dead, how many were among the living?
Clearly, there are complexities beyond the
narrative of forced adoptions. Where were the parents of these
older children? Why did so many of them (about a sixth of the
total) call their babies Mary? Was it the default choice of the
nuns?
Yet the demon nuns hardly conjured up
names like Sabina Pauline and Sheila Madeline. Or Fabian (not
the teen idol of that name, who was only two at the time). Or
Thecla.
Above all, where were the fathers? About a
dozen of the Tuam babies died with congenital syphilis. Who
fathered James Frayne, dead at one month? Or Vincent Keogh? Or
Josephine Tierney? Or Mary Margaret Finnegan? Or Joseph
McWilliam? Or George Gavin? Or John Keane? Or Mary Elizabeth
Lydon? Or Vincent Garaghan? Or Mary Kate Ruane? Or Josephine
Mahoney?
Holy Mother Church rightly stands accused
of many things but she hardly doled out doses of syphilis with
the dogma.
Who fathered Joseph Anth- ony Burke, whose
mother was described as an “imbecile”? Or Margaret
Elizabeth Cooke, whose mother was an “inmate of [a] mental
hospital”?
Plague of infanticide
In 1935, while the Tuam babies were being swept away by
catastrophic measles and whooping cough epidemics and the types
of debility that continue to kill the poor and the marginalised,
a criminal court judge was pondering “the awful plague of
infanticide ... over-running the country at the present
time”.
Between 1922 and 1950, 183 women stood
trial for the murder of a newborn. Where were those fathers ?
This was the context for Tuam and the
other human dustbins of moral Ireland. Not to mention the living
conditions outside, such as Limerick’s notorious slums,
where hundreds of families lived in places “infested with
rats and flies plus an abominable stench which pervades
throughout every household”, according to a 1962 report.
Yes, the Catholic Church was obsessive
about controlling female sexuality but it happened to dovetail
neatly with a national obsession over land and property and
economic alliances called marriage. How much of this national
child-dumping was simple economics?
Immaculately conceived babies were not
uniquely Irish or Catholic. The Protestant Bethany Home is
testament to the second (although its story never quite gained
the same traction, interestingly), while all across Canada,
Australia and the UK, stories are tumb- ling out about
slave-like cond- itions and forced adoptions in mother and baby
homes or so-called “baby factories”.
Patricia Basquill described how her Ulster
Protestant father packed her off, aged 15, to a Church of
England home in Newcastle upon Tyne. “We were treated like
criminals and told we were entitled to no financial or material
help and that if we left with our babies, we would be arrested
as a moral danger to ourselves.”
On the day they came to take her daughter, she told the London Independent,
two women held her down, while a third “ripped” the
child from her breast.
That was in 1961, the year the Tuam home
finally closed its doors.
Decades later, the secular hellholes of
Romanian and Belarusian orphanages – the baby warehouses
of their day – would be exposed to a horrified world.
Vincent Browne is on leave