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Alex Gibney On What The Pope Knew (And Why He Did Nothing) In ‘Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence In The House of God’

Sundays are a good time for soul-searching — which makes it a good time to check in with filmmaker Alex Gibney , whose chilling documentary about sexual abuse in the Catholic church,   Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence in the House of God ,  is a must-see for anyone interested in the subject as well as the larger issue of what happens when religion becomes big business.   Gibney’s documentary, which is in its second week of theatrical release and will run on HBO in February, begins with the headlines-making case of Father Lawrence Murphy, who, in a letter to the Vatican in 1998, admitted to abusing some 200 boys since the 1950s at the St. John’s School for the Deaf in St. Francis, Wisconsin. Although the Vatican had been aware of Murphy’s actions since 1963, he was never defrocked and, in fact, was allowed to remain at the school until 1974 (when he was transferred). Mea Maxima Culpa , which translates to “My Most Grievous Fault,” takes Gibney all the way to the Vatican, and in this interview, the filmmaker talks about the surprisingly integral roles that the late Pope John Paul II and his successor Pope Benedict XVI (then Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger) played in this tragic tale as well as his doubts that the church will ever openly confront this issue in a way that will bring some measure of peace to its many victims. Movieline: After seeing Mea Maxima Culpa , I thought that it shares a theme with Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer . On one level, this is about a giant corporation quashing someone those who dare to challenge its ethics. Gibney: That’s right. It’s an abuse of power of sorts. The Vatican is a corporation. It’s religion that’s become a corporation and therein lays the rub. The Vatican has become too seduced by its own power and money. Vatican City is its own state. What struck me about Mea Maxima Culpa  is the arrogance that the church has shown towards those who have suffered sexual abuse at the hands of Catholic priests. For somebody like Pope Benedict, I don’t think it’s an arrogance born of malice. I think that the hierarchy intuits itself as a kind of holy order, which is innately better than everyone else and, therefore, can’t fathom the idea of punishing one of its own. It’s like ratting on a family member. If you find out a brother has committed a crime, you don’t go running to the police. But once you’ve started to believe your own hype, even if it’s illogical hype, it can take you to some dark places. And then you’re in the position of maintaining the illusion that you have done nothing wrong, which entails silencing anyone who says otherwise. I think many of these people are true believers — even somebody as sick as Father Murphy: In those therapist’s notes he talks about why he did what he did with those children. He said, “Well, I was taking their sins upon myself.” Doesn’t he also say that he was “fixing” rampant homosexuality at the St. John’s School for the Deaf by having sex with the students there? Right. “I was fixing it.” I think rationalizations like that are made because people like Murphy believe in their essential holiness. It’s not necessarily Machiavellian where they’re sitting there thinking, “Okay, here’s the strategy. We shall employ X, Y, or Z.” Although recently, I do think there’s some of that as well. Tell me what’s going on with Cardinal Dolan , for example, and his maneuvers with the cemetery fund in Milwaukee. I wasn’t aware of that until I saw your film. Wasn’t that wild? After the deaf victims spend years trying to hold Murphy to account, imagine the vicious irony of the idea that when they petition the church for redress, the church moves its money into the cemetery account so it can continue to protect the grave of Father Murphy over and above the victims. There’s also remarkable home-video footage you use in which a group of the deaf men confront Murphy, and his caretaker, who knows sign language, is telling one of the men that he should drop this because he’s a Catholic above all. It’s Murphy’s helper. She had been a helper at the school and, yes, she’s signing furiously saying you are Catholic, you are Catholic. As if to say, you know, the church is more important. You can cut this guy some slack because we don’t want the enemies of the church to have access to any of this information. Put your religion ahead of your petty grievances — the fact that you and so many other children have been abused. Petty. Right. There’s a technical aspect of the film that I wanted to ask you about:  Your interviews with the deaf men, who are using sign language to communicate, have an almost 3D quality. Yeah, we did something. We used a variable shutter — it’s what Spielberg used in Saving Private Ryan — so that there’s a kind of flutter to the hands that makes them resonate more. It does. I really felt the emotion and the pain behind their gestures. We actually shot those interviews with three, sometimes four cameras because we wanted to have one camera that took a complete record of their signing, which included their facial gestures and their hands. We wanted another camera that was more impressionistic in terms of being able to move in from the face to the hands,  and so forth. We wanted a side angle, of course, and sometimes we would use a fourth camera just to get more details because we really wanted to bring that world to life for the hearing audience. There’s something so rich about their language that it’s very powerful to capture, particularly because their deafness was so much at the heart of this story. They were the voices that could not be heard. Yet, they made themselves heard by dint of their determination. You also use recreations in Mea Maxima Culpa to depict aspects of the Father Murphy story. What led to your decision to take that route? Frankly I was a little nervous about it. We shot some pretty extensive recreations on this one. I hate that word — recreation — but it just seemed that there’s something so poignant about the way Murphy entered that dorm room. I wanted to capture that hallucinatory quality, because the aspect of the story that most people found so haunting is that these children couldn’t hear him coming. That’s how vulnerable they were. Like the fox in the henhouse, he had them available to him at any time. You quote a letter from one of Murphy’s victims in which he says that he used to lay in bed shaking at night. Yeah, because you never knew when he was going to come in and touch you or one of your friends. In the film, you indicate that while Pope John Paul II was on his deathbed, the future Pope Benedict XVI, Cardinal Ratzinger, who oversaw all of the sex abuse cases at the Vatican, sent his chief prosecutor to New York and Mexico City to gather evidence about alleged sexual abuses by Marcial Maciel Degollado , who ran the Legion of Christ and raised a lot of money for the Vatican. As John Paul is dying, Cardinal Ratzinger, who is the head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, which oversees all of the sexual abuse cases, sends his chief prosecutor to New York and Mexico City to take testimony so they can build a case against Maciel. Ratzinger was legitimately furious at Maciel, but Maciel had very powerful protectors, notably John Paul and Cardinal Angelo Sodano. Ratzinger becomes Pope but Maciel was never tried under canonical law. It shows that — Even the Pope is not all powerful. That was a revelation to me. That is in essence the banality of evil. Pope Benedict has to play these political games instead of assuming the mantle of God and rendering punishment to somebody. He doesn’t. We don’t know if some kind of deal was cut by Sodano, or if Benedict was simply doing an Obama-like thing and saying we’re going to go forward, not backwards.

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A “Lil Positivity”: DC Finishes The Year With Less Than 100 Homicides

For many in the DMV, this is definitely something to celebrate! From crack in the 80′s to being dubbed “the Murder Capital of the U.S.” in the 90′s, Washington, DC has gone from roughly 500 homicides annually to less than 100 this year. That’s something that hasn’t been done since 1963!! According to ABC News , the decline in numbers has been lowering each year: The crack epidemic that began in the 1980s ushered in a wave of bloodletting in the nation’s capital and a death toll that ticked upward daily. Dead bodies, sometimes several a night, had homicide detectives hustling between crime scenes and earned Washington unwelcome monikers such as the nation’s “murder capital.” At the time, some feared the murder rate might ascend to more frightening heights. But after approaching nearly 500 slayings a year in the early 1990s, the annual rate has gradually declined to the point that the city is now on the verge of a once-unthinkable milestone. The number of 2012 killings in the District of Columbia stands at 78 and is on pace to finish lower than 100 for the first time since 1963, police records show. “It strikes me probably daily as I ride around the city, or sometimes when I’m sitting at home at night, and it’s 10 o’clock and my phone’s not ringing. Or I get up in the morning, and I go, ‘Oh my gosh, I’ve slept five hours,” said Police Chief Cathy Lanier, who joined the department amid violent 1991 street riots. “It strikes me quite often how different things are now.” The drop reflects a downward trend in violent crime nationwide and is in line with declining homicides in other big cities. Though killings have risen in Chicago, New York City officials say homicides dropped to 515 last year from more than 2,200 in 1990. Houston reported 198 homicides last year, down from 457 in 1985, while Los Angeles police reported fewer than 300 last year after ending 1992 with about 1,100. Across the country, violent crime reported by police to the FBI fell by 3.8 percent last year from 2010. Though D.C. is hardly crime-free today, and crime in some categories is even up, the homicide decline is especially notable in a place where grisly acts of violence — sometimes not far from the U.S. Capitol — embodied the worst of the crack scourge. The number of homicides in this city of about 600,000 residents averaged about 457 between 1989 and 1993, a staggering rate that attracted unwanted attention. “A war zone? No, Washington, D.C.,” was the sub-headline of a 1992 People magazine story that described Washington as a “city under siege.” The Economist in 1995 called it “the violence capital of America.” Tony Patterson, a longtime homicide detective, recalled one eight-hour shift when every detective on his squad landed a homicide investigation. Drive-by shootings with multiple victims were common, as were witnesses who’d see something — but say nothing. Officials say renovations, the Nationals MLB stadium, and of course…gentrification, have all contributed to the low numbers. Images via tumblr

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A Lil Positivity: 9-Year-Old Boy Becomes Published Author After Writing A Book For Young Children Whose Parents Have Cancer

Fourth Grader Writes Children’s Book For Kids Whose Parents Have Cancer A nine-year-old D.C. boy who wrote a children’s book to help him cope with his mother’s cancer is now a local best-selling author. via ABC News A tear rolled down Veronica Marion-Rawlins’s cheek when she discovered there weren’t ample resources that could help her explain her breast cancer diagnosis to her then four-year-old son. The single mom and her son, James “Trey” Rawlins III, searched everywhere – from local booksellers to online retailers – for reading materials that could help them better understand the journey they were about to embark on together. When they ended up with nothing,Trey decided to write a book himself. Five years later, Trey, now age nine and a fourth-grader at Edgewood Magnet School in New Haven, Conn., is a published author, with help from a $1,000 donation from Howard University Hospital, in Washington, D.C., and his mom’s credit cards. “When Mommy Came Home” is targeted toward children ages four to seven. By word-of-mouth the book, available for $10 through his mother, became so popular among local schools, clinics and hospitals that it is now sold out. The mother-son team hopes that with donations, they will be able to order more books that can be distributed to the people and places that may need them most. What an inspiration this young man is for other children going through the same thing. Good for him. Image via Shutterstock

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A Lil Positivity: 9-Year-Old Boy Becomes Published Author After Writing A Book For Young Children Whose Parents Have Cancer

A Lil Positivity: 9-Year-Old Boy Becomes Published Author After Writing A Book For Young Children Whose Parents Have Cancer

Fourth Grader Writes Children’s Book For Kids Whose Parents Have Cancer A nine-year-old D.C. boy who wrote a children’s book to help him cope with his mother’s cancer is now a local best-selling author. via ABC News A tear rolled down Veronica Marion-Rawlins’s cheek when she discovered there weren’t ample resources that could help her explain her breast cancer diagnosis to her then four-year-old son. The single mom and her son, James “Trey” Rawlins III, searched everywhere – from local booksellers to online retailers – for reading materials that could help them better understand the journey they were about to embark on together. When they ended up with nothing,Trey decided to write a book himself. Five years later, Trey, now age nine and a fourth-grader at Edgewood Magnet School in New Haven, Conn., is a published author, with help from a $1,000 donation from Howard University Hospital, in Washington, D.C., and his mom’s credit cards. “When Mommy Came Home” is targeted toward children ages four to seven. By word-of-mouth the book, available for $10 through his mother, became so popular among local schools, clinics and hospitals that it is now sold out. The mother-son team hopes that with donations, they will be able to order more books that can be distributed to the people and places that may need them most. What an inspiration this young man is for other children going through the same thing. Good for him. Image via Shutterstock

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Brandon Marshall Tweets Photo of Naked Teammate By Mistake

Chicago Bears star Brandon Marshall tweeted a photo of himself in the locker room this week … unaware, apparently, that a teammate was naked behind him. Marshall had just received a package from the University of Central Florida, his alma mater, and proudly posted a photo of himself in shirt the school sent. Just one problem … The inadvertent full-moon photobomb received wide distribution on the Internet, and Marshall quickly realized his mistake, deleting the photo and tweeting: “Sorry about my guy in the back getting dressed in that photo.” Apology amusingly accepted, Brandon.

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Brandon Marshall Tweets Photo of Naked Teammate By Mistake

Chicago Bears star Brandon Marshall tweeted a photo of himself in the locker room this week … unaware, apparently, that a teammate was naked behind him. Marshall had just received a package from the University of Central Florida, his alma mater, and proudly posted a photo of himself in shirt the school sent. Just one problem … The inadvertent full-moon photobomb received wide distribution on the Internet, and Marshall quickly realized his mistake, deleting the photo and tweeting: “Sorry about my guy in the back getting dressed in that photo.” Apology amusingly accepted, Brandon.

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My name is Rebecca and I have been a Belieber for almost 3 years…

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My name is Rebecca and I have been a Belieber for almost 3 years now (I’m on the far right in the picture). I have seen Justin in concert twice September 14th, 2010 and October 18th, 2012. The first time I saw him it was far away, so as soon as the Believe Tour tickets went on sale I was determined to get good ones. But I didn’t have enough money for meet and greets. I was able to get row 18 on the floor, seats 20 and 21 for me and my best friend. About a month before the concert, my local radio station announced a contest do win meet & greets. The contest was you had to realistically Photoshop yourself with Justin. I happen to be pretty good at Photoshop, so I was confident I could win. A couple days after I entered the contest I got a call at 7:30 AM from my radio station saying I won . I was on the radio and everyone at school found out and the whole school was buzzing about how I won meet & greets. Day of the concert we get our merch and wristbands and lined up to meet Justin. I saw Kenny and waved, he said hi. We find out we have to go in groups of 6. We teamed up with 2 kids from my school and 2 random strangers. I was upset we had to go in groups of 6 cause there was less of a chance I’d be next to Justin. I was right. We got in the tiny room and I just froze and forgot about getting close to him. He was soooo beautiful, he looked photo shopped. For the picture I was pushed over to the right end but I was so nervous. I was shaking. After they took the photo the security guards were pushing us out of the room. Everyone had gotten a hug from Justin already except me and they kept pushing me away ! I was not leaving without a hug though, I lightly shoved the guard to the side and asked Justin for a hug. Of course he said yes and I told him I loved him and then I left. Then I saw Justin’s grandpa and said “Hey grandpa!” He said hey back. Then I started walking away and I just started balling me eyes out. I couldn’t believe I just met him. He was so perfect in every way that I was so overwhelmed. All in all it lasted a little over 30 seconds. I barely talked to him and I was at the edge of the picture but I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Unfortunately because it was so short and I barely got a glance at him his image in my memory is already starting to fade, but the picture will help me to remember.  They finally let us in to find our seats. Once we saw where they were, our jaws dropped. We were in the first row in the middle of the end of the catwalk. He touches fans hands the most there. The concert started and by that time we’ve officially decided we have the best seats in the house. In only the first song he reached out and held my hand and sang to me for a few seconds. It was amazing!  He even performed ‘As Long As You Love Me’ shirtless basically right in front of me! I could see the sweat dripping down his abs, he was sooooo hot. I got a great video of that.  I’ve been to 6 different concerts before and the Believe Tour was by far the very best out of all of them. Meeting him, the effects, how close we were, him shirtless, and his amazing voice all contributed to that. I’m so grateful that this happened to me and I hope that I’ll never forget it. -Rebecca (@BieberCyrusCA) Originally posted here: My name is Rebecca and I have been a Belieber for almost 3 years…

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My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th…

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My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th in Oakland, California, I met Justin Bieber. Did I just write that? I still can’t fathom that it actually happened to me. I have entered so many contests, called so many radio stations, and waited in lines for hours just to have the possibility of seeing Justin. Here is the story of how my dreams came true. The day that Justin Bieber announced that Believe tour tickets were going on sale, I ran to my parents and begged them to do everything they could to get tickets. I saw the option of getting meet and greet tickets on the website, but I knew it would be practically an impossibility to get those tickets. Justin’s concert tickets sell out in a matter of minutes. What were the chances that my parents would be able to get the tickets in time? My dad is a junior high school teacher, and the Believe tour tickets were going on sale during a short recess break. It was a Thursday when the tickets went on sale. I ran to my dad’s classroom when recess started. I was praying that I would go into the room, he would scream and say “YOU’RE MEETING JUSTIN BIEBER!!!” But that didn’t happen. In fact, with a defeated look on his face, he told me it was going to be nearly impossible to get tickets. Understanding, but still disappointed, I started walking out of my dad’s classroom when he shouted, “Make sure you turn in the form that I signed for your field trip, I’ll give the form to your teacher during PE! Ohh, and about the Justin Bieber tickets, Miracles happen, Madison!” I shrugged that comment off, too disappointed to acknowledge it. The rest of the school day, I was dreaming about what I would do if I met Justin Bieber. I dreamed about what I would say and what he would say back to me. I kept growing sadder and sadder as the day went on, and I realized that I was dreaming for nothing. What was the point of dreaming about meeting Justin Bieber when it wasn’t going to happen anyways? The day dragged on until it was finally the last class of the day. High school PE. We were playing softball. I wasn’t very good but that’s beside the point. Just as the class was ending, an envelope was delivered to my PE teacher. It had my name on it, I knew what was in the envelope. My dad had told me earlier that he was going to give my field trip form to my teacher . I hastily grabbed the envelope. We were walking back to the girls locker room, envelope in one hand, softball bat in the other. One of my friends, Alexi, said “Maddy, what if the envelope had meet and greet tickets inside?” I laughed and said, “Yah, right! The tickets have definitely sold out already.” Alexi asked me, “Okay Maddy, then can I open the envelope?” “Sure go ahead, all that’s in the envelope is a field trip form,” I responded. Alexi shrugged and ripped open the envelope. I will never forget that moment. She screamed so loud, with the biggest smile on her face and I knew that scream could only mean one thing. The envelope had the tickets inside. In complete and utter shock, I threw the softball bat across the field, and started crying. We jumped up and down screaming and hugging each other. Alexi yelled “Look it’s second row, and YOU’RE MEETING HIM MADDY!” When I got home, I ran to my parents and my dad smiling told me, “Remember what I told you, miracles happen!” It was a long four months that I waited until the day of the concert. When we finally got to the concert, my mom and I waited in the meet and greet line for twenty minutes. Those were the longest twenty minutes of my life. I kept rehearsing to my mom what I was going to say. I practically had a speech memorized for Justin. Finally, the black curtain that he was hiding behind was opened, and I looked at Justin Bieber face to face. I mustered, “Hi Justin! I love you so much! You are my inspiration.” (The whole speech I had planned was completely erased from my memory as soon as I saw him). He smiled the most perfect smile and said “Awww sweetie! I love you so much too! CAN I HAVE A HUG?” HE. ASKED. ME. IF I. COULD. HAVE. A. HUG. We hugged for a good 5 seconds, which by the way was complete heaven, and then we took a picture. I walked away from him, and it was all over. As soon as I stepped out of the meet and greet room, I started sobbing. I was crying because I felt so incredibly blessed that out of all the girls who dream of meeting Justin Bieber, it happened to me . Please, don’t forget that miracles do happen. You will have your miracle. Mine happened on October 6, 2012. Yours is coming. Read more: My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th…

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Transformer!: Beyond Scared Straight Exposes Halfway Thug Claiming “Rolling 60′s” [Video]

A gang affiliated inmate makes a misguided teen promise that he won’t gang bang. Aetv youtube

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Hide Ya Kids! New Mexico Cop Tazes 10-Year-Old Boy For Refusing To Wash His Patrol Car At School’s Career Day

WTF!?!?!? Cop Tazes Boy For Refusing To Wash His Car At School’s Career Day A ten-year-old boy was tasered by a police officer with 50,000 volts of electricity on a school playground after refusing to clean the officer’s car. Via KHQQ6 News : According to the complaint filed in court the officer was at Tularosa New Mexico Intermediate School for a career day. The boy was playing on the playground with a group of friends when officer Webb asked the boys who would like to clean his patrol car. A number of the boys volunteered, except for the victim who jokingly said he wouldn’t. The officer responded to the boy’s sarcastic remark by saying, “Let me show you what happens to people who do not listen to the police.” He then tasered the boy, who weighs less than 100 pounds, in the chest causing him to black out. When the boy came to, instead of calling for emergency medical assistance, he took the boy to the principal’s office. The boy, was left with scars resembling cigarette burns and has since been suffering from PTSD, often waking up in the middle of the night grabbing his chest, fearful of never waking up again. The incident happened on May 4, 2012 but now the New Mexico Department of Public Safety and Police Officer Chris Webb are being sued by the boys guardian, Rachel Higgins. Higgins is seeking punitive damages for the 10-year-old for battery, failure to render emergency medical care, excessive force, unreasonable seizure and negligent hiring, training, supervision and retention. WHAT THE HELL!?! What kind of idiot does that to a child? We hope the parents sue the city, the police department and the officer. Sue this man and the whole damn state!

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