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Date: October 15, 2012 12:35PM
I'm reading through the story of Jack C McCallister, the Oklahoma teen who was abused by his Bishop in the early 1960's.
http://web.archive.org/web/20080724231554/http://mormonalliance.org/casereports/volume1/part2/v1p2c08.htmFifty years later and they still interview the youth alone one on one behind closed doors. Hinckley and Monson have been directly involved in these cases and still no policy changes.
THIS PRACTICE NEEDS TO STOP!!
Jack states...
"I was privately interviewed in the bishop’s office annually from the time I was twelve, which is the custom. The first time I was asked about "masturbating," I had no idea what he was talking about. After a brief description, I could tell it was some kind of big deal and I was glad I didn’t know anything about it. It sounded weird and gross to me."
"Time passed and I was almost sixteen. Bishop Mercer called me one night about 7:00 PM to come to the church. He wanted to talk to me. I knew it was important or why would he call me in the middle of the week without notice?"
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We were the only ones at the meeting house. We shook hands and he put his arms around me. He told me how much he loved me and how much the Lord loved me. He felt directly inspired tonight to call me down to his office. He said he had something really important to talk to me about. It was an honor to have a special, private interview. He asked if we could pray together before we talked. He said a lot of really nice things about me to God. I was embarrassed to get so much attention and recognition. I felt very special and very humble. It was one of the most beautiful, heartfelt; eloquent prayers that I’ve ever heard on my behalf, asking the Lord to bless me, watch over me, care for me, and assuring the Lord of what a fine wonderful young man I was. While he prayed, he reached over and put his arm around me and pleaded with the Lord to bless me with wisdom and understanding and on and on. Then we sat down in two chairs in front of his desk. He pulled his chair up really close to mine, looked me straight in the eyes through his pink-tinted bifocal lenses. I could see he still had tears in his eyes from the prayer. "What sincerity!" I thought "Maybe some day I can learn how to talk to God with such powerfully impressive prayer language." I was really touched. I had a real low self-image back then. I was skinny. I wore glasses. All the girls liked my guy friends better than me.
Then after a long pause, he finally said, "How are you, Jack?" He leaned forward and started asking me the usual interview questions: "How are your folks? How’s school going? Are you keeping all the commandments? How about your personal worthiness? Are you morally clean?" Then he said it; "Are you masturbating?" I didn’t say anything. I felt too ashamed and embarrassed. He said he understood how hard it is growing up and the changes your body goes through."
"He leaned forward, put one hand on my knee and the other on my thigh. He ran his hand up to my genitals and it rested there in cupping shape. "You have a beautiful body," he said. "It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can help you with your problem."
You can read for yourself what happens next.
THIS PRACTICE NEEDS TO STOP!