In December 2009, I received a phone call from a priest that I had known for 8 years. He was a very nice man (they always are). This was Fr BW. He wanted me to do work at his house and his girlfriend’s house. I worked for Fr BW for about 4 or 5 weeks and, whilst working for him, I was told by an acquaintance that BW was under investigation for child abuse. This news came as a bit of a shock. But as work was short and this was, after all, business, I carried on regardless.
I was aware of his investigation although he was not aware of my situation with regards to the trial. After I finished doing the work I was paid and I thanked them. In 2010 Fr BW was convicted of child abuse and given an 18 month suspended sentence. He walks around the town today, head held high, everyone saying, “Hello Fr BW.” Drives me mad, no shame.
A few weeks later I drive into a petrol station for fuel and on the other side of the petrol pump was BW. He looked at me, and when I got out of the car he said, out loud, “Hello Geoff.” With this I said not one word. I put out my hand and he shook it. I clenched his hand and pulled him over to me. As his hand and his face came towards me and I said, “BW, I had a lot of respect for you.” He replied, “You only heard one side of the story.” I looked him straight in the eye, less than 6 inches away, and said, “You pleaded guilty in court, you #@%! Bastard.” He looked at me, shell shocked. I walked away. He stood there in disbelief. I know one when I see one. As I say, I’m not scared of priests any more. I stick up for myself, I have always had to.