Part Two - "The Second Letter"

Continued.....

This is the continuing story of how two alcoholic pedophiles disguised as Roman Catholic priests took advantage of a young naïve married couple who thought how wonderful it was to have priests as friends and coming to their home whenever they wanted to. In my first letter I described in detail how James Bunn sexually molested my oldest son who was eleven years old at the time. Before I get to the story of how Martin McCamley molested my youngest son and tried to molest my middle son, let me give you some detail of the time period I am talking about. My middle son went to Bishop McCort High School from XXXX to 19xx. McCamley was in charge of the music program there. My son was musically talented and had an XXXX XXXX which McCamley quickly noticed and soon he had xxxxx in his musical productions. When my son graduated from McCort and also later in life when McCamley's name was brought up, he became upset and did not want to hear or discuss anything about McCamley. It was only a short time ago that I got my son to tell me how McCamley during my sons four years at McCort would make sexual advances toward him. My son realized what a pernicious man McCamley was and would have nothing to do with him outside of school classes. My son was glad to graduate from McCort.

My youngest son became a victim of McCamley in the summer of 1972 when he was 12 yrs old. At that time besides working at my regular job in the xxxxx I was also a xxxxx.. I would xxxx xxxx xxxx four nights a week. My wife was xxxx of a xxx xxx store which kept her quite busy. During the day we had a babysitter for my youngest son. My wife would be at home at night. McCamley became a regular visitor at our home at this time, always in the evening. My son only recently told me what McCamley did to him on three or four occasions during that summer. He said that the incidents happened when I was not home because of working xxxx xxxxx and my wife would go to bed eaqrly because of her strenuous job. McCamley would tell my wife that he would see that my son got to bed.. While watching television my son would fall asleep on the couch.. When my son would awake he would find McCamley playing with his penis. On one occasion he would awake to find that McCamley had placed my son's hand on his penis was masturbating with it. At this time McCamley asked us if it would be all right to take our son to the shore with him. Our son said he did not want to go with McCamley. McCamley was upset about this and didn't come around much anymore. I recently got my son to tell me why he didn't tell us then what McCamley was doing to him. He said at that time he was to terrified and embarrassed to tell us anything and later he wanted to forget that this ever happened.

Epilogue

So now you have heard the sordid story of what happened to my three sons. This diocese is indeed very lucky because my sons do not want the notoriety of this abomination to effect their present position in life. If it was up to me I would have all three appear together before the news media to tell this story. I guarantee this would make national headlines and cost this diocese a great deal of money. Three brothers had their lives tainted by two dysfunctional me disguised as priests. The bishop knew this and merely gave them a slap on their hands. The continuing penumbra of the illusion that somehow bishops only know best can blur a sound perception of what the faithful are supposed to know who is to be trusted. The integrity of the catholic Priesthood is put on trial because even one or two bad priests cannot be tolerated in this holy profession. I am sure the Lord will exact his punishment on these unholy men. Remember the lord said "Vengeance is mine".

I rest my case, XXXXXXX