The remains of the house in Sisseton, South Dakota, where Tekakwitha Orphanage’s director, Father John Pohlen, lived and allegedly abused young children, when he wasn’t raping them behind the nearby church altar.

South Dakota Boarding School Survivors Detail Sexual Abuse

Stephanie Woodard

The Dakota expression for child, wakan injan, can be translated as “they too are sacred,” according to Glenn Drapeau, Ihanktonwan Dakota and a member of the Elk Soldier Society on the Yankton Sioux Reservation in South Dakota. “To us, children are as pure as the holy, moving energy of the universe,” he says, “and we treat them that way.”

When Native children arrived at Holy Rosary Mission, founded in 1888 at Pine Ridge to help in the religious conversion of the Oglala Lakota, nuns staffing the school described them as having good “morals” and giving “a tenth of the trouble white children cause,” Raymond A. Bucko wrote in Lakotas, Black Robes, and Holy Women (University of Nebraska Press, 2000). Nevertheless, corporal punishment was meted out regularly at Holy Rosary—“apparently without scruple,” according to Bucko—and a primary goal of the school was to cut the children off from their parents, their language and their culture.

Across the nation, in both the secular and church-run schools the federal government required Native children to attend from the late 1800s to the 1970s, the goal was assimilation—“kill the Indian to save the man” was their motto—seemingly at any cost. Court documents filed over the last several years in lawsuits against the boarding schools in South Dakota allege that as recently as the ’70s Native students were beaten, whipped, shaken, burned, thrown down stairs, placed in stress positions and deprived of food. Their heads were smashed against walls, and they were made to stand naked before their classmates. Untold numbers of children died over the century during which the residential schools flourished: some while en route to the institutions or at the schools themselves, and others of exposure and starvation while trying to escape, according to several sources, including the Boarding School Healing Project  []. Native parents forced to part with their children came to understand they might never see their youngsters again, and if they did, the children had often become strangers to their own people.

As a cost-saving measure, the federal government eventually turned much of the boarding-school system over to churches, primarily the Catholic Church, which used it to help expand its empire throughout the West. Churches, abbeys, convents and monasteries were built on or near reservations, and religious orders were founded and flourished.

Recent court settlements reveal that the education the Church offered Native children featured not just brutal corporal punishment but also rampant sexual abuse. Some 400 Native ex-students in the Northwest and Alaska recently shared in a $166-million settlement with the Jesuits’ Oregon Province for  abuse suffered at schools in that region. Canada has set aside $1.9 billion for payments to survivors of its residential schools; more than 20,000 ex-students have submitted claims.

In South Dakota, 100-some former students of the state’s half-dozen so-called Indian Missions have sued the Catholic Dioceses of Sioux Falls and Rapid City since 2003. They’ve also made claims against the religious orders that ran the mission schools and Blue Cloud Abbey, in Marvin, South Dakota, which provided priests and is the final resting place of several alleged predators. They charge that priests, brothers, nuns and lay employees at these institutions raped, sodomized and molested them, often for years. Court documents, including testimony and Church records filed during the lawsuits’ initial phases, contain accusations of bizarre, violent and humiliating sexual abuse, along with the horrific physical abuse described above.

In 2010, South Dakota legislators discussed the Church’s difficulty defending against these many suits and passed a statute—written by a Church attorney and submitted as a “constituent bill”—blocking anyone over 40 from suing an institution, such as the Catholic Church, for childhood sexual abuse, though they may still sue individual perpetrators. (The South Dakota statute of limitations for physical abuse has long expired for the former students.) Since virtually all the Native plaintiffs are over 40 and some of the alleged perpetrators are dead, many observers, including Robert Brancato, director of the South Dakota chapter of Survivors Network of Those Abused by Priests, have accused the legislature of targeting the Native cases. “The law was designed both to make things difficult for Native Americans and to help the Church,” says Brancato. In March 2011, a judge applied the statute to throw out 18 of the South Dakota boarding-school cases; the plaintiffs in those cases have filed appeals with the state’s Supreme Court.

Mary Jane, Patricia and Howard Wanna

Below, former students recall their experiences.

Howard Wanna, 60, is an enrolled member of the Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate, whose homeland straddles North and South Dakota. He has terminal lung cancer and recently celebrated what doctors tell him will be his last birthday.

Wanna and several siblings entered Tekakwitha Orphanage, in Sisseton, South Dakota, around 1956. Despite the institution’s name, there were few orphans among the approximately 150 American Indian children housed there at any one time. Some had been taken from their parents for reasons that were not fully; others, like the Wanna children, were placed there by desperately poor parents who believed the priests and nuns they revered would care for and educate their offspring.

When Wanna lived at Tekakwitha, the wooded, estate-like complex included a Southwest Mission-style church; the Papoose House, a nursery for children ranging in age from newborns to five-year-olds; dormitories for boys and girls aged 6 to early teens, with nuns and priests living upstairs; and a separate house for the priest in charge, John Pohlen.

Here is Wanna’s story:

“When I first arrived at Tekakwitha at age four or five, the nuns and priests seemed welcoming, as though they wanted me to think of the place as my home. This friendliness went on for several weeks. Then one day, Father Pohlen came to the Papoose House, where I was living, and took me by the hand. He led me to the church, where we went behind the altar to a little room that had nothing in it but a chair.

“Father Pohlen sat me down, unzipped his pants, took his penis out, and began to wipe it on my face and lips. I was terrified. I didn’t know what was happening. In later sessions, sometimes behind the altar and sometimes at his house, suddenly I’d be choking and something would be running out of my mouth. He’d also turn me around and rape me, hurting me badly as he used his hands to grip my hair, neck, or shoulders.

“He rotated among about five of us younger boys, which left me with such confused emotions. On days it wasn’t my turn, I was so grateful, yet I felt terrible that one of my little friends was suffering. I also dreaded the fact that my day was coming again soon. Worst of all, I had no one to turn to, not even God, because God’s representative on earth was the one hurting me.

“Soon a nun began to abuse me as well, placing me under her gown and rubbing my little hands between her legs. This was something the nuns did to other children there, too. It was horrifying, not just because of what she was doing but because it was dark and I couldn’t breathe. Other abuse included beating us with sticks, hoses, and even a metal shovel.

“The cruelty was strangely inventive. At bath time, we’d line up, a line of naked girls and a line of naked boys, which was embarrassing to begin with. We’d take turns jumping into a laundry tub and being scrubbed—scratch, scratch, scratch—with a stiff brush you’d use for floors. We’d then hop out of the tub with scrapes all over our bodies.

“Once, after I tried to run away, I had to wear a dress for a while, and when we went outdoors I was tied to a tree.

“Tekakwitha was a very quiet place. You’d think with all those children, there’d be noise and laughing. But so many of us were being abused and simply didn’t talk. We were too frightened. It was like a horror movie in which people walk by each other but can’t communicate.

“As the years went by, my abuse lessened, probably because I wasn’t a cute little toy anymore, but also because I became more outspoken. I remember being told I was a smart-ass. When I was 8 or 9—we had no sense of time, because at Tekakwitha there were no markers, like birthday celebrations—my mother got wind of what was going on and came and ranted and raged. I heard they told her something like, ‘Take the little bastards,’ and we left.

“My adulthood was one hell of a struggle. But I fought through my failures and obstacles, went to college, and owned a restaurant and a construction company.

“[I believe] the Church caused the drinking and other problems former students experience. As a result, the tribe must sponsor chemical-dependency, suicide-prevention, anger-management, and many other programs, which is an enormous economic burden. At Sisseton Wahpeton, we just had three suicides, all youngsters in their 20s, and this happens frequently. Why? It’s the result of how we elders were treated as children—an effect that continues through the generations.

“I often wonder how so many pedophiles ended up at Native American schools. Father Pohlen was not only a pervert; he also hired the worst of the worst, which meant none of the Tekakwitha staff would protect us from the others. How did he find them? Is there someone in the Church you can call to request problem priests and nuns? Was there a dual plan to hurt Native Americans while taking care of the pedophiles? Was this genocide? It’s so confusing, but it’s also just plain evil.

“When the orphanage was demolished in 2010 [because of Environmental Protection Act issues], my relatives and I went to watch. Suddenly, during the demolition, we saw three eagles circling overhead, rising up and flying down low repeatedly for about 45 minutes. They had come to take home the spirits of the children. It was so awesome.

“I have sued the Church over my abuse, but because of my cancer I’m going to die with this on my mind, well before any chance of receiving justice. The people we looked up to most as children failed us. God’s servants blocked our power and took away our spirits. But we’ll get ’em back. By telling our stories, we’re opening a door, and we’re not going to let it shut until we’re done with them. No amount of compensation can cure us or absolve them, but we want our day in court. We want the public to hear what was happening to many Native American children in this country while non-Native people lived peacefully in their cities and towns and on their farms. Millions don’t know what we went through, and they need a quick history lesson. It’ll be a hard one, but it’s a fact.”

Mary Jane Wanna Grotto

In 1946, when she was just three months old, Mary-Catherine Renville, 65, of the Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate, was taken from her mother for reasons that remain unclear and placed in Tekakwitha Orphanage. After Tekakwitha, which went through junior high, she was sent to a boarding school in Nebraska.

Here is Renville’s story:

“All I remember of my earliest years at Tekakwitha was being hungry and a punishment that consisted of being placed in a dark crawl space. When I was 6, they moved me from the Papoose House for babies to the main building so I could start school. The nuns there would take us to their private quarters and do things to our bodies that even at that young age I knew were not right.

“The next year, a teenaged boy raped me. He said if I told, he’d bring other boys, and they’d all rape me. I was so frightened that I never did say anything.

“When I was 8 or 9, Father Pohlen placed me with a Michigan family. I understood it was a tryout for being adopted by them. I have a memory of being told to go get Vaseline, then returning to the room to find the boys and men in the family waiting for me. This lasted for a summer.

“I didn’t know where to turn or who to tell. Father Pohlen had placed me with the family, so I couldn’t confide in him, and the nuns were so cold—they didn’t care about our feelings and showed us no affection. They wanted our souls and to teach us to fear God. Sometimes they’d whip us, holding us with the left hand while using the right to beat us with a rubber hose. None of the adults in my life ever noticed anything about me: whether I’d sustained injuries because of the rapes or mistreatment or if I was afraid.

“When I was about 10, Father Pohlen placed me with a Spanish-speaking dentist, who wanted to teach me his language so I could speak it once he and his wife adopted me and took me to their country. Instead, he raped me and said he wanted to continue his ‘affair’ with me, though I mustn’t tell his wife. After several weeks, I was returned to the orphanage. Again, I never said anything to Father Pohlen or the nuns, other than that I didn’t want to learn Spanish or live with that man. I’d learned that to protect myself I shouldn’t say much.

“We did have good times. At Christmas, we each received a shoebox full of nuts and candy and oranges and another box with trinkets and a doll. Most of us girls traded the dolls for food. We did that because the Mother Superior used to force us to simulate sex with a large doll before abusing us, so we were scared of dolls. Can you imagine putting the fear of dolls into a child’s mind?

“The Nebraska boarding school where I went to high school subjected us to similar physical violence, though no sexual abuse. We all continually tried to escape. We weren’t trying to get home, because we didn’t know where that was. We were completely disoriented. We just took off and took our chances in the world, hitchhiking down the road. Then they’d find us and bring us back.

“As an adult, I’ve been a traveler. I’ve lived in 14 states, mostly waitressing, because it’s a job you can get quickly. I’d always move on, though. I think I was searching for family. I eventually had three children, who were taken from me or I gave up. I don’t know where my boys are, though I keep in touch with my girl. Now, I’m back living on my reservation, which sometimes feels like a foreign country, though I’m related to half the people here.

“What I want to do is talk about Tekakwitha. They took away our sense of belonging to anyone, our opportunities to develop relationships. They kept us off-balance by sending us here and there without warning. But they could never take away the truth: that what they were doing was wrong. I want everyone to know what happened to us there.”

St. Pauls Building, Marty, South Dakota

As Sherwyn Zephier, 54, drives to his job at Ihanktonwan Community College, in Marty, South Dakota, where he is the adult education director and teaches math, science, English, art history, and other subjects, he passes the derelict buildings of what was St. Paul’s Indian Mission. During the 1960s and 1970s, he was a student at the Catholic-run school, where children were required to board during the nine-month school year, even though many, like Zephier, were from the surrounding community, the Yankton Sioux Tribe.

Here is Zephier’s story:

“The priests’ and nuns’ keys jangled as they walked, so we knew when they were coming. Everyone in the dorm would quiet down, because you never knew what they’d do. Sometimes they’d bring high school students or more priests and brothers to hold our arms and press our bodies against a metal pole in the center of the room. Then they’d beat us with straps and a two-by-four with handles, which they called the ‘board of education.’

“There were also regular whippings at noon. One day, my older brother, Loren, created a commotion at midday so just that once we little ones escaped the whipping. Because we showered together in one large room, we could always see that many of us were bruised black, blue and purple. The beatings were so frequent, we adapted to the pain and got used to living that way.

“The nuns were as vicious as the priests—real brutes. I remember getting caught in the barbed wire around the top of the little boy’s playground. I’d seen Loren go by and had tried to go over the fence to get to him. Once the nuns got me untangled, I got quite a beating. At night, they’d pretend they’d left us, then stand in the dark corners of the dorm room, eerie in their hooded robes.

“The school was essentially a prison, with every door locked and total control of the children. We went in supervised groups from one secured place to another: to lunch, play, church, the dorm, and so on. Even if you managed to get out of a dorm room or classroom, you couldn’t run far, because at the end of each corridor was a locked floor-to-ceiling gate. The windows were covered with bars or chain-link grates, and the campus had barbed wire everywhere—along sidewalks and even around the church itself.

“As children, we didn’t know their policy was to de-Indianize us. We only knew we enjoyed one another’s company and would play games, such as ‘migs,’ or marbles, that involved phrases in our language. Another student would inevitably run and ‘tell Sister,’ and I would get a beating. At the time, they never explained my infraction. Just recently, the reality hit me hard: it was because I had so frequently spoken my language with my playmates. I suddenly understood why those snitches, often from more assimilated families, ‘told’ and why I was punished so often.

“Another aspect of assimilation was taking away ribbon shirts and other culturally related clothes. Every year, I looked forward to wearing clothing my mother spent most of the summer sewing to make me look proud and colorful for school. But once I got there, those items were removed, and instead I wore clothes that were drab and not even mine.

“The child-molesters would come and go, as the Church rotated them among the Indian missions. We children stood by each other as best we could, but for a child, it was a disturbing, sickening place to be. I have often wondered, where did the nuns and priests learn those things?

“My class, 1975, was the last to graduate from St. Paul’s Indian Mission, which then passed to tribal control and became Marty Indian School. At our commencement, a medicine man, Pete Catches, was allowed for the first time to fill his sacred pipe on the altar and pray with us.

“There’s beauty in our traditional ways. There’s honor, honesty—no lies, no judgment, no exaggeration. It’s the true experience of life. There’s no interpreting of someone else’s words, and no one else interpreting your experience. No one can tell you what is good or bad. That’s where the Church confused a lot of our people, conditioning them to think the traditional way of prayer was evil, the devil’s way. And if you didn’t believe them, they’d beat you.

“After I filed my lawsuit against the Church—with the blessings of my most revered supporter and hero, my father—I started talking about my experience to sisters, brothers and cousins who had also attended St. Paul’s. It was a relief to sit with them—to share and to cry. We knew what we experienced was unfathomable to others.”

Funding for this story was provided by the George Polk Program for Investigative Reporting.

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ymyers's picture
Submitted by ymyers on
Those so-called Christians are shoveling coal in hell. The Catholic church needs to pay for this. They're hyprocrites. Residual damage for generations and the church needs to be held accountable as their tenets dictate that a sinner must confess the sin/crime, do penance, apologize and repent and pay for the damage...and never sin again.

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great article stephanie. i've been working on a documentary for 7 years about a man from wounded knee and his healing journey from the effects of the boarding school he attended in pine ridge in the 40's and 50's. the website for the film, under construction is this issue is blowing up and american will soon learn the many truths of the indian boarding school experience.

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The saddest part of this unbelievable past is that we cannot make everyone in this country aware that this really happened. I believe the religious and politicians don't want anyone to know. Thank you Stephanie for you story and effort to shed light on these atrocities.

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Utterly despicable. It's good they're speaking out so the healing can begin.

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This has to be the worst evil. My heart goes out to all the innocent victims. Unfortunately a lot of the children victims will become victimizers as they grow up. I wonder if they are receiving any kind of help to break that cycle.

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It is very difficult to read and hear of these abuses,It is much worse to experience them. Thank you for your courage and your empowering of others to speak, shout, tell and not quit until someone is willing to hear what you have to say. Your value as a human being is not determined by these people, but by your willingness and desire to overcome and bring change into a world in which true evil does exist. No one gets out free - there is a charge for every crime and forgiveness for every broken heart that commits an offense. But even more importantly there is healing and power that comes from being able to release and give that power to others who have experienced horrible trauma and pain. We cannot give what we do not have... Thank you for sharing...Please do not stop fighting for yourself and others.

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Mary and all victims of abuse, I am sickened and embarassed by what you have had to endure because of the Amercian goverment and the Catholic Church. Your courage amazes me, Mary. Zelda

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"Shoveling coal in hell"? You've got one active imagination, ymyers. The Catholic cult, obviously a danger to children everywhere it reigns, should be liquidated and its enormous wealth distributed to the victims of its ideologies, mental & physical & sexual abuse.

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These stories need to be heard. Thank you for coming forward and telling these abuses. The priests, nuns, and others who do these things are sick, sick, disgusting people. The church should be sued for these crimes and if any of these sickos are still alive they should be thrown in jail!.

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Thank you first of all to the Brave Survivors who dare speak their truth to the world and attempt to find justice. The statute of limitations, devised specifically to protect the ass - ets of the state and church must be rescinded. Child abuse should never, happen, let alone be protected. I recently returned from Ireland where this same epidemic continues to be exposed and stories fact, the epidemic is world wide. That the so-called christian churches used their power to destroy nations and peoples is no secret. Yet we must know the stories of there individuals and nations and there must be some kind of Restorative Justice. Because of the world-wide nature of these crimes is it possible to bring suit through International Law, through the World Court, as crimes against humanity?

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I want to thank you all for sharing your stories, so that we can know, and be part of the healing prayers. I am sorry anyone ever hurt you in these ways. I ask for guidance in asking creator why? I will hold your experience in my prayers, and ask for forgiveness for the anger I feel towards these trusted church officials who were so ugly, hateful, sick in spirit to force their ugliness on anyone.

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Thankyou all for sharing your stories. I am horrified that this went on in the seventies, or at any time, to any child. I am white, and was brought up in the "catholic" religion, going to church every sunday, etc...etc... In the early seventies, (my dad was in the air force) my family moved to Biloxi, Mississippi. In Biloxi, we started to go to a public school, but before long, the city started a segregation in the schools. That was where they would bus kids of color and white kids, to schools on complete opposite sides of the city. This was mandatory if you lived in that city. My dad, being "catholic", and predudice, did not want his, "white daughters" going to school and mixing with children of color, weather they be black, mexican, or Indian,! He sent us to a catholic school. We had Irish-catholic nuns and priests, with long black robes. I was 10 years old, and I knew immediately that there was something wrong with the catholic religion and those evil people in the black robes. I was terrified to go to school everyday. I cried every night. I saw the black robes yank kids out of their chairs by the hair, and hit others across the knuckles with a wooden ruler. I saw a nun make a fist and punch a little girl in the back between the shoulder blades. Whenever one of them spoke to me, my knees knocked together, and I would shake uncontrollably. I would ask them questions about God and the catholic religion, and they would tell me that God doesn't want me to ask questions. So I would ask why God gave me a brain, and I would be punished. I would be put in a room all day by myself, and I had to write over and over, "I will not question God". I had to threaten my parents that I would run away, so they didn't re-enroll me for the next year. They didn't. After that, I never went to church again, and I still don't. When my son was born, I refused to have him baptised, and I wish there was a way to un-baptise myself. I know that what I went through is NOTHING compared to what those beautiful Indian children went through, and my heart bleeds for them, and for your Indian culture that evil tried to wipe out. I will share your story with everyone I know, and I thought that by writing mine, together, we can wipe the evil off of the face of the earth, forever. Sincerely, Dawn Gravlin, California

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I also attened an Indian Boarding School, the first year that we went was in 1968 me and 2 other sisters eventually 1 more sister and a brother went. We went to Wahpeton Indain School and yes there was abuse, I can't believe the impact this abuse has caused me and so many others, thankfully I was NOT sexually abused. I have never had a long term relationship, I've been afraid that a man would hit me. I can't trust anyone, even my parents I was mad at them most of my life for sending us there. I am 53 today, but I have never forgotten the abuse, and it was from a women that was a Native, maybe that is why I can't trust I do tell people, but it's like they can't believe these things could or did happen, but they did.

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Such horrors. There are many misconceptions about these things, but your horrors have wounded me. I will help carry your pain.

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I never totally understood all that went on in Boarding schools, my parents and their parents never really spoke about it,now I understand why...Horrible. The Catholic church should be the ones who are reporting all they have done and how many lifes they tried to ruin and ther Generations paying compensation but we all know they will Not.. But I will make this clear, God His Son Jesus are NOT white , this is a lie and a lie that keeps Natives from the truth. I am a Native American and a real Christian which in no way has anything to with the Catholic church and far from them...believe me! Thank you for shareing the Truth! <><

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These stories were really hard to read but I no they are true this abuse of children is the reason my family was so messed up and still is.

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I have worked in the field of historical trauma addressing the boarding school residuals and every time I read testimonies like the ones above I am sick to my stomach. I am glad to hear my relatives stand up and tell exactly what happened because so much is said in general tones with no details and no names. Your voices have made it real. I met a family by the name of Crazy Thunder a few years ago who detailed their experiences to me. I am posting this to a site on facebook called "Survivors and Survivalist" to encourage more to tell their stories.

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I have worked in the field of historical trauma addressing the boarding school residuals and every time I read testimonies like the ones above I am sick to my stomach. I am glad to hear my relatives stand up and tell exactly what happened because so much is said in general tones with no details and no names. Your voices have made it real. I met a family by the name of Crazy Thunder a few years ago who detailed their experiences to me. I am posting this to a site on facebook called "Survivors and Survivalist" to encourage more to tell their stories.

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It is important to understand the residual damage over many generations as well. If there is ever a study on this please let me know. While this is horrible it does not cover the extent of the damage done. How does the church pay for damages done to future generations? I have always wondered why they are not taxed and fined and brought to justice for all the damage they do to these people who suffer and need extensive help after this trauma. It still confuses me to this day.

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To all the children that suffered I feel so sad and sorry. I am glad the truth is in the open.

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This is just breaks my heart. my grandmother attended marty indian school. several years before she died she went back, i think it was apart of a healing process. I remember she spoke of the nuns and how she was defiant. But she didn't speak much other than the few stories i heard over and over again. It breaks my heart to come to the conclusion that maybe there was more that she didn't want to speak of. I hope people can understand the pain. I appreciate the story.

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After reading these stories, I couldnt be greatful enough that Creator does his best to watch over us. I know our Ancestors were praying for them, after being "forced" from their parents. This system is unfair, although they drill in our heads othewise. We have to all be there for each other theres so many that feel lost because of judgement. May Creator always be with each and everyone of us on this earth, to help teach us the way again and show us who we really truely are deep down in our hearts where there is no acception of a devious intention, so that our spirits always remain undisturbed. Hah-ho Creator.

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Having heard survivors of these awful places, I can believe EVERY word & detail being told here. There is a VERY special place in Hell for these evil & demon-possessed "servants" of the Roman Catholic Church. ............................................................................................................................. I have cried many tears listening to survivors of this wicked organization. Yes, these is a great healing every time they share their stories to those who will listen to them & judge them not. They were many times helpless & so filled with hopelessness because of the abuse to their bodies & worst of all, their spirits. ......................................................................................................................... It is no wonder so many of the abused children sought release of pain through drugs & drinking. Worst of all is the abused who also became abusers at times & on the cycle marches at times among our People. It is a great evil when someone supposedly representing God is FAR from doing "God's Will". Instead these evil ones served their TRUE master; Satan! ......................................................................................................................... These grown survivors of this atrocity are forever in my prayers as I pray for them to find inner piece before they leave this world. Many times they blame themselves for the abuse & try to make excuses for why things were done to them. The fact of the matter is that they did not one thing to deserve being beaten, tortured, molested & raped by these priests, nuns & others brought to abuse them. The fault is not theirs in the least bit. It is these sick & twisted evil ones fault 100%! ......................................................................................................................... Sometimes abused people do not find justice in their lifetimes, but I can 100% assure you their abusers WILL be brought to justice when the Great Judge, our Creator, judges these evil reprobates & casts them into eternal Hell & damnation of their souls in the end of time!

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In 2010, South Dakota legislators discussed the Church’s difficulty defending against these many suits and passed a statute—written by a Church attorney and submitted as a “constituent bill”—blocking anyone over 40 from suing an institution, such as the Catholic Church, for childhood sexual abuse. The more I have learned about the Catholic Church, the more I know this is a terrible theology. The church in history will be renowned for pedophilia. Seems everywhere this church went. Abuse of all forms were suffered. To say nothing of Papal Bulls sanctioning the Doctrine of Discovery that allowed for colonization to begin and for them to teach this religion.

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Such is the price for "being saved" by the God of the Europeans. I would rather remain (and do) a heathen, a pagan, a blasphemer and a savage than worship the mythological God of the Christians. Our Creator NEVER told us to hate someone for the color of their skin, who they love, or where they live.

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I have written a screenplay which one day will be Produced. It is an account of my Mothers experience at a Boarding School, where she was raped at 12 years old. I will not rest until this film comes to fruition and people become aware of the vile treatment and genocide of generations of our most precious asset, our sacred children. May their God forgive them, because my Creator will not. A crime against the innocent and children, is unforgivable.

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I have written a SCREENPLAY that depicts my Mothers experience at a Boarding School. Their God teaches forgiveness, but after hearing and documenting my Mothers tragic story firsthand, there is no way that I can ever forgive, and I too, will take her experience to my grave. BUT before I exit, I WILL MAKE SURE THE MASSES, see and feel her pain, just as she and countless others experienced it. The story is a murder/mystery that takes place during her stay. It is professionally written screenplay that is just now being released for consideration by investors.