Author: Joelle Casteix

  • Worldwide Mushroom Farming

    Or: Lay review boards: Cover them in crap and keep them in the dark.

    Welcome to mushroom farming, Catholic style: the “lay review board.”

    What is a lay review board?  Well, in the United States, reviews boards were installed in every diocese – as well as a national review board – by the US Conference of Catholic Bishops.  They are  “confidential and consultative” boards who “review claims and make recommendations” to the bishop about the sexual abuse of children.

    There has to be the perfect cliche about what they really are, but currently, it’s a toss-up between “smoke and mirrors” and “don’t look at the man behind the curtain.”  In Europe, they have even less power, as we are seeing in recent events in Belgium.

    But I digress.  Right now, they are a bunch of do-nothings.

    Let’s look at worldwide events involving review boards during the past six months:

    • A former judge/member of the Los Angeles lay review board has acknowledged in the media and under oath he never called the cops when he learned about abusive priests. Hello?!! What law school did you go to, Richard Byrne?
    • In Belgium, the archbishop’s office, plus his home and a tomb, were raided by the cops to get his secret sex abuse documents and the documents that belong to his special lay commission to investigate child sex abuse across Belgium.
    • Current lay review board members here in Orange County (which include people whose job it is to protect kids like the CEO of the Foundation that runs the largest orphanage/childrens home in the county) have refused to demand that Tod Brown open his secret personnel files (you know, the naughty naughty files that live under lock and key in his office).  Yes, he turned over SOME when the courts demanded it … but why aren’t they able to review the rest?  Why don’t they ask?
    • In Baker, Oregon, why are Catholics and board members demanding that the bishop turn over all documents about a controversial deacon who has been removed from two other dioceses for covering up abuse?
    • Current board members in Boise, Idaho also swim in complacency. Why aren’t they raving mad that Bishop Michael Driscoll only suspended an abuser still in ministry when the newspaper exposed him?
    • Why aren’t the Orange board members demanding the truth about the Boise cover up? I mean really – their bishop, TOD BROWN, was the schmuck who covered up for an abuser who recently re-offended. Isn’t that important?  Who else has Brown covered up for?
    • Oh yeah, I forgot: Brown also has an allegation of abuse against him. But I will bet you dollars to donuts that the lay review board hasn’t seen a single personnel document about Brown.
    It’s enough to make you wonder – are they slipping roofies into the coffee at these board meetings?  There’s no other way to explain the total lack of action.

    Or maybe they are so covered in crap, they simply don’t know the difference anymore.

    Here’s my take: if you are not a part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.  It’s time for these boards to demand they are part of the solution.

    Up next: My experience on a lay review board.  It’s almost embarrassing.

    … and some good news: Awesome brother-in-law George built me this great new web site.  Thanks Web Mechanic!

  • A few things you may not know about me:



    1. I think of myself as a fiction writer and an opera singer FIRST, then an advocate.  (Obviously, I’m not that good at the first two, but I think big);
    2. I love my soap opera  (All My Children, FYI);
    3. I have raised complaining to an art form;
    4. Waiting tables was an awesome job;
    5. I am one thesis away from an MA in Literature.  And I will never write it;
    6. I am far too rebellious for corporate America;
    7. Facebook is an addiction;
    8. There is nothing in this world that has changed me more (for the better) than my son.  He is the most amazing, funny, sweet, smart creature on the planet.  I would die for him;
    9. Perfectionism has been my curse in life.  It sucks and makes my life really difficult.  I think about things WAY too much;
    10. I like talking about my intestinal distress at parties.  It’s the instant ice-breaker,
    11. Celebrity gossip is awesome, and I soak it up like a sponge;
    12. I have a hard time telling my right from my left;
    13. I grew up in a Santa Ana neighborhood that produced a lot of uber successful kids.  Must be something in the water.  I didn’t drink the water;
    14. I work out a lot.  But you can’t really tell.  Because I also eat a lot;
    15. I realize that life isn’t fair.  But injustice and cover-up chaw my hide.  That’s why I keep working.  I just can’t let the bad people win.  


  • Okay, okay …

    At the urging of several people, I finally decided to join Narcissism Nation and start a blog.  And for the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words.  I doubt my writer’s block will last for long – my mother didn’t call me “The Mouth” for nothing.
    The rules:  I refuse to be depressing.  And maybe, just maybe, this journey will be remotely interesting.  And funny.  I like funny.  Funny is good
    Oh?  You want to know about the title: The Pope Does Make Me Puke …?  That little gem came from childhood friend (and current inspiration) Vicky Bruce.  And yes: I would look FAR better in red Prada shoes than Benedict would.  
    One last disclaimer:  the views expressed here are mine alone and do not reflect the wonderful organizations that allow me to do my work with some sense of legitimacy.
    So, there you have it.  The lines are open …