11/03/2016
I received many messages of support for my play 'Since Maggie Went Away' and for me personally after the film 'Spotlight' won this year's Oscars for best film and best original screenplay. To all those who contacted me, I thank you for thinking of me.
The Academy Awards are unpredictable. It is not for me to judge whether the film deserved the biggest Hollywood prize. But I certainly applaud the accolade bestowed on The Boston Globe journalists who investigated and uncovered systematic abuse in the Catholic Church.
I saw 'Spotlight' in a small town in the west of Ireland last week, where I was taking a short break. "If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to abuse them," says one reporter in the film. I walked out of the cinema and realised that without Marty Baron, the then Jewish editor of The Globe, I probably would never have known that I have a brother who was severely abused by Christian Brothers at Artane's Catholic home for boys in Dublin. The Spotlight journalists set the wheels in motion.
In a real-life twist, I discovered my family's secret in 2010 during an investigation of the Dutch Catholic Church while working at the Netherlands' world service radio. One of the award-winning journalists on the case, Robert Chesal (also Jewish), was my colleague.
In an article I wrote in 2013 about my brother and mother (published in the Netherlands and in Ireland), I loved NRC Handelsblad's choice of title: 'Die voetstappen in de nacht', or Those Footsteps in the Night. My brother sleeps each night with the light on, he told me. Sometimes he leaves the TV on, too. "I keep hearing the footsteps, like. The footsteps. The footsteps coming for me in the dark." Some fifty years after the abuse, he relives it night after night.
At the end of the article, I write, "I used to sing traditional Irish music. When I feel like singing now, I can’t sing an Irish song, not for the moment. It seems too big a lie."
One evening during my recent trip to Ireland, I was driving back from the pub and got hopelessly lost in a maze of country lanes. I stepped out of the car to see if I could find any bigger road; but the night was pitch- and pitch-black, and I couldn't see a thing in front of me. I stood there for a while, alone on a country road. The darkness of the night brought me back to my childhood, crossing fields with a flashlight after visiting aunts. I felt intensely happy. Back in the car, I tuned into the Irish-language Raidió na Gaeltachta, and pledged to learn Róisín Dubh, a difficult song to master. It had been a while.
I feel indebted to the Spotlight journalists. Their work is actually the start of my story. As soon as I finish other writing assignments, I will continue looking for a way to bring 'Since Maggie Went Away' to Ireland and the US. The commission of inquiry into Irish mother-and-baby homes – whose terms include high mortality rates, mass graves and illegal adoptions – is underway. The climate is right. Boston here we come.
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