The Pope Emeritus Joseph Ratzinger is dead. As the news flows, I can’t help but notice a redundant phrase that appears across all media: ‘Benedict XVI refuses hospitalization. Smart and happy at the same time because he could afford it privilege reject useless and cruel treatments therapeutic measures as he left the hands of his loved ones who have surrounded and protected him to this day. The Pope’s body eludes our human E earthly tribulations. One thing above all: having to face the blunt savagery of those who, in the name of the same God to whom Benedict dedicated his life, sometimes resist the choice to be able to go among theirs house wallsHospitalization what could happen intramoenia: the Death. The same sectarian current that is forcing so many men and women to leave over the Alps to put an end to a life that no longer deserves the name.
I remember the room overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea visiting my father, forced to witness the illogical torment of a dead and exhausted body, a vaporized spirit. I think of the noise of the void in which fell my pleas to put an end to the useless transportto the drops, to the holes in the skin, extremely bruised by needles without any value therapeutic. I asked, hoping that all this needing to feed a body that was now begging for rest would end. I wanted him to be able to go home and unwind with that pastel color of the walls, the green of the picture, the beauty of the height Tuscany bursting out of the glass. But no. There was the ‘protocols to be followed’, there was the dullness of a suffering-blind system personified by anurse who yelled at me ‘but can’t you see we’re finished?! Now, we have to administer this and that, fight them lung infection and the covid‘, guests who arrived after a hospital stay. Keep going, keep goinga homage to a headless system that doesn’t include that free willleaves no body standing and, as I have seen, brings the will to the edge sanitary compassionatewhich also exist but don’t exist disobedience. Two months of agony, useless physical survival, ambulances everywhere. Then, one morning, the liberating call “Come on, he’s dead”.
A denominational heritage it innervates a system that, using the best current medicine, trained staff and state-of-the-art treatments, will not allow the body to give up when the time comes. No god would want that, and Benedict knew it well. TO Ratzinger it was also saved from having to appear before the earthly justice in his native Germany: actually he should have defended himself against the accusation that he had not intervened against a pedophile priest serial when he was Archbishop of Munich and Freising. God save me from the motherfucker of this world who just wanted him “on the stand”. No! Things are always more complex than they seem. Benedict XVI had agreed to draw up a memorandum to shed light on the matter directed light on this immense tragedy that was unfolding pedophilia in the church. It would have been an important, symbolic moment, the possible beginning of a moral compensation for the victims of abuse, a morning light to give voice to the pain, the drama, the sorrow, the shattered lives of those who have landed between the legs of the black-robed orcs. Fears I know well: for them craft What do I do with these corrupt souls? I see them, I listen to them. I know them disturbsthe broken lives, the pains, the agony. In these years of work, I can say I’ve only had a glimpse of it in meetings Dimensions her hell. And even these were told that ‘God wills it’ while perverted servants of a Church whom they never really wanted to isolate and punish have corrupted and profaned their souls Body.
I have respect for this man who agreed to appear before the law of the world men. Equally strong, mighty immeasurablevital is the desire for compensation for the victims of pedophile abuse who still thirst for earthly righteousness. A drama and Cancera plague that may have been one of the causes that prompted Ratzinger to resign I am sleeping papal. Who knows, there really isn’t a God evading the treaties anywhere else theology and eschews the therapeutic attachment to those who are about to ask for theirs existence earthly. Who knows if there isn’t this god somewhere who uses the rod for those who have abused gods children putting into practice the words we all read in a moment of our lives: “Who instead shock even one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the depths of the sea.’ For those who seek the law of menand longs for a way out of the personal abuse hell, from 2023 a young clubPhone call Prometheusconsisting of a group of professionals who will seek to help and support victims of sexual abuse within the Church. This is their email address: [email protected]