This remarkable autobiography by Patricia Walsh recounts how about 15 years of her childhood, across the 1950s and ‘60s, were spent in communal living inside a Catholic cult led by a charismatic Jesuit priest, Fr Leonard Feeney, and his henchwoman, the dreaded "Mother Catherine" who ran the cult with an iron fist (which Patricia and many other children often felt during cruel beatings). From public beginnings at the St Benedict Center in Harvard Square, Cambridge, MA. in the 1940s, to the move in the early '50s to communal living in a compound of buildings a few blocks away, and then finally in 1958 to a country farm in upstate Massachusetts, the cult became more and more austere, more and more monastic, and more and more unnatural for a young girl separated from her parents by rigid rules, while the parents themselves were separated by artificial vows of celibacy. This enthralling mystery story sees Patricia finally free herself at age 18 to begin a more normal, successful and accomplished life.
Why such a cult,and why such a hold on its educated members in the middle of the 20th century? These were not the kool-aid-swilling lemmings of the Jonestown cult in Guyana in 1978, nor the hippie, pot-head dropouts and commune dwellers of 1960s America. These were academics and intellectuals and students from Boston College, Harvard and Radcliffe who made a spiritual and intellectual commitment to a fanatical priest who was excommunicated by the Vatican and Boston's Cardinal Cushing in 1949 for preaching a doctrine of "No Salvation Outside the Church”, which was anathema to a church that, in the lead up to Vatican II, was trying to be more ecumenical. Feeney was also virulently anti-semitic, both in private and public speeches, blaming the Jews for killing Jesus, and lambasting other religions for being "pious frauds". And yet he was still able, by strength of personality and mesmerising oratory, to keep his very intelligent devotees in line to the point of enforcing an unnatural lifestyle that was bad for marriages and bad for families, but allegedly more "holy" and true to the faith..
Little Sisters is really one woman's perspective on a multi-faceted sociological phenomenon involving many different families, children and other adults, and I finished this book thinking about Rashomon, and how there must be many other different perspectives waiting to be disclosed by other surviving residents of the cult which might differ in focus and emphases from Patricia Walsh's.
Nevertheless, this is a fascinating and important record of a young girl's fight to retain some sense of identity and self-worth inside a 20th century cult that was hell-bent on destroying personal identities for the sake of a kind of religious idealism that wanted to sacrifice individual personality to groupthink and a perverted notion of Catholic faith.
This is a beautifully written memoir that reads like a screenplay, with short, 2-3 page chapters detailing critical or dramatic events, and I would not be surprised if it were picked up for a movie.
It is also a chilling reminder of the power of group conformity and self-delusion; Patricia Walsh has done us all a favor by reminding us in 2019 of the threat posed by ideological sub-groups in society with their own private agendas which are inimical both to social justice and the welfare of children.
My final takeaway from this fascinating story is that, when it comes to raising children, there's no place like home!