Joseph Currie, the orphanage child, had something important to say, but there was no one to tell it to. So he wrote to God. Now, 30 years on, he wanted the police and his solicitor to find those hidden documents because, he believed, they would confirm his recollections of his time at the orphanage. Currie took Cameron Fyfe, other lawyers and Nazareth House officials to the building, to the locked door of his former bedroom. When finally a key was found, they went in: the room was almost as he had left it, and behind a plywood panel there were his childhood documents, exactly as he had predicted. One of them, dated Sunday April 2, 1967, pledges: "I will keep these promises seen here." The boy forswears spending his pocket money, bad language and playing at fire engines, but the letter begins with "No Dirt At All", the 'No' underlined many times. "The real meaning of 'dirt' was sexual abuse," Currie says, "I felt dirty. It started when I was about eight. A man who came in as a volunteer to help bath the kids started molesting me in the bath and in the toilets." Currie also told his priest about the "dirt" in confession, "but he was deaf and he would say 'speak up'. I'd come out and all the other boys would be laughing." He told a teacher about his embarrassment and she suggested that he could go into any church. "So I went to St Mary's Cathedral in Aberdeen and I said, 'There's this man comes to the home and plays with my private parts.' The priest asked me his name and whether he was still doing it. He said, 'Pray for him my son.' He knew the guy because he came to Nazareth House. I thought maybe he'd do something about it. But it didn't stop the man coming in." The priest to whom he made his confession, he says, was Father Conti. Archbishop Conti has strongly denied Currie's claims, indeed he denies that he ever, "either in the context of confessional or outside the confessional, received any complaint of any kind of abuse relating to the care of children in Nazareth House". The archbishop also accused Currie of being unreliable. Currie had likened some of his childhood documents to a diary, but the archbishop insists, "only three sheets of paper were found, two containing aspirations Joseph had listed for himself and the other listing the timing of the Benny Hill show on TV". Currie is one of the more than 500 bringing the action against the Sisters of Nazareth and the other orders. His childhood memories of the orphanage are filled with emotional and physical terror. He had lost his family, and letters from his siblings and his mother were never given to him. For a minor misdemeanour, children had to kneel down and face the wall of the main corridor while nuns passed. "Some would smack you as they came by. You'd hear their footsteps but you didn't know who they were. It was a form of mental torture." Another inmate, Helen Cusiter, returned to Nazareth House six or seven years ago, to visit a woman who was working there. An unexpected encounter with one of the nuns she'd known when she was at the orphanage - Sister Alphonso - changed her life. "I started screaming. She asked me to go upstairs and tell her how I was getting on. She started to tell me how wonderful it was working with the old people, but her hands were shaking. She asked, 'What do you remember about your childhood?' I said, 'Every bit.' She said, 'I was young at the time and I was just following orders.' She never said, 'I'm sorry.' " Cusiter fled home from that meeting with the nun. "I had a panic attack - I thought I was having a heart attack. Then there were all these flashbacks." Her days and nights were haunted. Her own fond family life with her husband and children was swamped by her fears: "What if I was in a crash with my husband and Sister Alphonso got my children? What if I ended up in Nazareth House as an old person?" She became imprisoned in the safety of her own home. She was overwhelmed by shame - ashamed of leaving other children behind, of failing to protect them from harm. Eventually, four years after her encounter with Sister Alphonso, she went to a solicitor. "He sat, feet on the table, and said there were several options. 'Is it money you're after?' I said no." Instead she decided to go to the police. "I was passed to the child abuse unit at the age of 39." That was in 1996. Grampian police advised her to get a lawyer and began to interview other residents, crosschecking dates and names to verify the growing archive of allegations against the order.
Cusiter became one of the former inmates whose evidence initiated the unprecedented criminal prosecution in Scotland in autumn 2000, when Sister Alphonso, appearing as Marie Docherty, was convicted of four charges of cruel and unnatural treatment. Sheriff Colin Harris ordered that several other charges be rejected and said that he would only admonish, rather than imprison, her because of her age and her health. Cusiter recalls a particular incident when Sister Alphonso came for her while she was playing on swings. "She took me off by the hair, twisted me round and threw me against the church wall," she says. "She broke all my front teeth, my face was a mashed mess, the other kids were all screaming." Helen Howie, a 77-year-old woman who had been raised in the orphanage and later worked there as a helper, still remembers the blood on Cusiter's face. "Sister Alphonso didn't use leather straps, she used her fists, she had some strength." When the child was taken to the dentist, he asked, "What's all this bruising?" She fell, he was told. Cusiter was eight when her mother disappeared and she and her five brothers and sisters were taken from Glasgow to Aberdeen's Nazareth House. There were separate quarters for boys and girls, and the siblings were allowed no communication, though they would see each other across a crowded church on Sundays and on the school bus. After leaving Nazareth House, the six were never again in the same room together. Helen's younger brother grew up a distressed, drifting young man. "Most of the time he was like a recluse. Finally, he took his own life. He told me he'd been sexually abused by a priest. He'd never told anyone. It was so tragic." Of her time at the orphanage, Cusiter remembers the raucous insults that came from the mouths of the supposedly pious sisters: "They'd say, 'No wonder your mother left you... whore... freak... Glasgow trash... I'd have left you... you're just Glasgow tinks.' " Like other inmates, Cusiter vividly recalls night-time. "They'd come round the beds and make sure you were in the right position - flat on your back with arms crossed out of the covers (otherwise you'd be touching yourself). If you were lying on your side, you'd be yanked back. They'd lift the covers to see if your bed was wet. If it was, then you'd be yanked out, called all filthy names." Some former residents say they were sexually abused - Cusiter remembers a driver who "would touch up the boys and the girls" and, she says, a child would often be used to keep watch while one of the handymen pursued his sexual relationship with a nun - but most of the cases against the Sisters of Nazareth concern physical violence. Mealtimes, predictably, were the occasion of routine power struggles between nuns and children. Cusiter says she was force-fed: "She'd be pulling your head back, then she'd hold your nose so you couldn't breathe, until your mouth opened, and she'd shove food in. Then you'd choke and the food would end up on your plate again and she would force-feed you your own vomit. That started from the moment I went in there." Other inmates have similar memories. A retired telephonist living in an elegant Glasgow apartment block for senior citizens recalls that "several of the children were force-fed. One of them was my sister. She was three or four years old. I saw it." She had been sent with her sisters to Glasgow's Nazareth House from their home in the Highlands after their mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis, a disease that was still "like a death knell in the 1950s". She was eight. Her first night was marked by her younger sister's screams as she was taken off to a separate dormitory. She, too, remembers the nuns' nocturnal inspections. "Wetting the bed was a nightmare - they'd strip the covers off and the child would be made to stand with the wet sheets for hours, to set an example. They stood there like ghosts, covered in the wet sheets. My sister didn't wet the bed at home, but one night she was crying and came to us and said she'd wet the bed. So we swapped our sheets for her, rinsed the wet one out and went to dry it on the radiator. But it was off. So we sat on the sheet to dry it - we were only children. My sister got caned on the hands and the back for that. The nun would roll her sleeves up, so she got a real good whack. I felt she took relish out of that." Punishment was perpetually lurking: "You never knew when or what. There is still never a day when my sister does not fear being punished for something. We were just miserable people, that was all." Enduring companionship between friends and siblings seemed to be discouraged. Sometimes companions simply disappeared. The retired telephonist has never forgotten the summer of 1955 when the children of Cardonald Nazareth House in Glasgow went to Aberdeen on an exchange. This was their holiday. "We were taken to the beach, it was so grey and wild and windy, we were frozen." The girls were told to change into their swimsuits while the nuns huddled together in a beach hut. "My sister and her friend Betsy Owens were playing with a beach ball. It blew into the sea and they went into retrieve it, a stupid plastic ball - of course, they wouldn't have dared do otherwise. Betsy was drowned. We saw her being brought out of the water." Her younger sister has never forgotten that day: she could scarcely swim, but managed to grasp a long log. "I held on tight but the waves kept dashing me against the wood and my leg was badly gashed. Eventually I was rescued by a small boat, but it was terrifying." Her big sister saw her being lifted out of the water, "all cut and bleeding. One of the nuns said: 'You watch you don't get blood on your dress or you'll catch it.' My sister and I have tried unsuccessfully to follow this up. There was no record of Betsy after that incident, nothing. No prayers. No mass. Nothing."
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