The Procession :a chat with old school friends, a disclosure and a still from a film.

I was a schoolboy at St Benedict’s Ealing in the 1960s where, it turns out, a number of the boys I knew were sexually abused. They were abused by monks who are now in prison. I had no idea as a child that sexual abuse was going on. The silence persisted for four decades until victims started to speak up and eventually with media reports of the trials, the truth came out into the open.

This painting is about hiding the truth. The splendour of church ritual dazzles the viewer, sunbeams and incense obscuring things that are not meant to be seen. While I respect the Catholic Church and it is by no means the only religious institution perpetrating sexual abuse, I feel all too often members of such organisations feel pressured to put the reputation of their organisation before the safety of the children in their care.

This misplaced loyalty is now being challenged, potentially at least, by a report entitled ‘The Independent Enquiry into Child Sexual Abuse’. Among a number of proposals, one in particular makes it mandatory for people who work in regulated activity or in positions of trust to report allegations of child sexual abuse. The report’s proposals are currently before parliament. Should this proposal become law, the radiance of Rome will, perhaps, become less impenetrable.

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The inspiration for this painting came from a chance remark made by one of my school friends at a St Benedict’s Old Boys reunion. When the topics of monks, teachers and sexual abuse came up, my friend mentioned that he had been abused by a monk who was known to us all. His revelation was followed by an awkward silence and a desire for the chatter to move on. How long had our friend’s suffering been a buried secret, I wondered.

I shall call my friend Benedict to protect his identity. As a boy I remember he was rather small, good-looking, quiet, and well~behaved. What he said may have been blurted out for the first time in his life, unplanned. I don’t know. Whatever the case maybe, I could not get his revelation out of my head. A still from the film, Angels and Demons, showing a cardinals’ procession in the Vatican suddenly engendered in my imagination a way of dealing with my friend’s wounding memory and the decades of silence.

Benedict, this painting is for you. Jeremy Mulvey

(If you have been effected by issues raised by this statement please contact: macsas.org.uk Minister and Clergy Sexual Abuse Survivors)

This image of The Procession can bee seen on the MACSAS website with the other work by victims and supporters)