Another day of horror as the story about the mass grave in Tuam, co Galway, Ireland goes on. For those of you who have not heard the bodies of over 800 hundred children were found in a septic tank at a home run by the nuns. How much more of these vile acts have to be uncovered before the government and the police do something about it? Everyone who took part in these atrocities should be hunted down like the Nazi war criminals and brought to justice. When I was researching my novel, Whispers, I just touched on the subject, but |I heard stories from those in the know that were too sickening to put in to print. Please share this post with your friends around the world, so the outcry is heard even in the farthest corners of the globe. Maybe, then those in power will be forced to act and those poor little children will get justice at last.
In most of my writings I combine history with horror. Not a hard thing to do as history provides us with more gore than our fragile senses can handle, but something struck me as really odd and a little bit scary last week. When I was researching my novel Whispers, I travelled to a few of those dreadful industrial schools that the catholic church were wardens over. I went to these long-abandoned places for the atmosphere and to get a sense of what the tiny prisoners must have felt when walking through the echoing hallways. All traces of the children have disappeared, except for the markers on the numerous graves. The saddest thing of all was the read the inscriptions, some proclaiming that the child lying beneath the earth, “Died as a boy.” That was all, no date of birth or death, but I digress. I do so, because the horror of that time has been bleached in to my soul and its memories make me angry. Anyway, to get back to what happened. I was reading the Sunday papers and there was an interview with one of those invisible children. He’s a man now and still bears the scars of what happened to him. His story is like so many other that I’ve heard, but there was one thing that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He mentioned that twice a year, every year, a child disappeared. I wrote about this very same thing. I am now left to wonder at how much I wrote was fiction?
Some secrets refuse to be hidden and there are some souls that will not remain dead. Old industrial schools and orphanages hidden from sight in the depths of the Irish countryside, remain. There are many such unmapped sites, desolate spots, on lonely stretches of road that the locals still whisper about late at night and cross themselves in fear.
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The postman just delivered my hardback copy of Whispers. As I read the first page I had to pause and think about how honoured I am that so many of you are doing the same thing and reading my words. Looking forward to your reviews and do check out the competition that Steven is running on Facebook, so you can win your own signed copy of the book.
Whispers By Gemma Mawdsley
Step inside, if you dare and witness first hand the horror of the industrial schools. This is not something that happened in the time of Dickins. This horror belongs totally to the cruel Ireland of the 50s & 60s.
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I have decided not to read any more newspapers of watch the news on TV. I can’t bear the reports of the continuing cover up of the child abuse by the catholic church. Day after day we read about some bishop or cleric who failed to report such abuse to his seniors or the police. Why are we surprised? It’s beyond me that anyone living under the fearsome shadow of the catholic church in Ireland, would even doubt what we read about its corruption. These men were treated like gods and when there is absolute power, as they had, there is also going to be abuse of that power. They never believed for one moment that they would be found out, or that any of their victims would be believed. They were untouchable and used the church as a cloak to hide their shameful acts. What do you suppose will happen? Nothing, that’s what. People have compared this scandal with the Banks and those who have gone unpunished. Believe me the Banks are nothing compared to this. This is not about money, this is about the destruction of the innocent. Though now we have the two combined. The Vatican is one of the largest banks in the world, add this to the power of the church and we come up against a powerful force, but this is not the biggest enemy we’ve faced in our lifetime and it must be shown that we will not allow its abuse to continue. If, in my own small way, I refuse to listen to any more of the horror of its acts, it is not that I want to ignore those who have suffered, but it heartbreaking to have to listen to the horror day after day. Imagine the courage it took to stand up to these people, to speak out when you knew you would be ridiculed and made out to be mad? I know there are many good men in the church and thank god for them, but they must find the courage of its victims and speak out. Every day I sit at my computer and write ghost stories, These are meant to give the reader that little chill about the unknown, that can be put aside with the knowledge that its fiction. What the children under the care of the catholic church suffered, shows us the true meaning of horror as for years they have known the tortures of what living in hell truly means. So today, join with me in saluting their bravery and assuring them that they are no longer invisible; we can see them.