Spalding football coach Mike Whittles is literally fighting for his life and you can read his story in The Catholic Review print edition next week and right now on CatholicReview.org. Whittles has Stage IV pancreatic cancer, but is still coaching the Cavaliers during his treatments. He recently missed a game, though, and his players emotionally visited him.
I sat down with several of them earlier this week for a talk and here is that interview in mp3 format.
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With Deaths Of Real World Villains, Evil Still Exists
Posted: October 23, 2011 in Uncategorized, World Events, Young Adults, YouthHussein, Bin-Laden and Gaddafi were Boogeymen and the faces of evil that even crept into our nightmares thanks to news broadcasts, movies and their real world violence.
Gaddafi was the embodiment of terrorism in the 1980s and was responsible for the Lockerbie plane bombing amidst all his other grave sins. Hussein, for young people in the late 1980s and early 1990s, murdered his own people, invaded other countries and was the first face of war we saw. bin Laden, of course, was the man who spearheaded various bombings of the U.S. and its outreaches and partners. In 2001, he brought the devastation to our soil and masterminded the attacks in Virginia, Pennsylvania and New York that killed nearly 3,000 people.
Now, all three men are dead. Each met his demise violently. Two of them we’ve seen with our own eyes. The other was so grotesque the U.S. decided not to share it with the world in fear of the fact that some young people would be inspired for revenge.
Hussein and bin Laden’s deaths were met with great celebration by some, while Gaddafi’s was met with more muted feelings here in America.
As Secretary of State Hillary Clinton received the Gaddafi news last week on her Blackberry, she said “Wow” as she prepared for a television interview. Even she didn’t know how to process the news.
I remember thinking back in 2001 how we seemed so close to World War III. The thought crossed my mind that all of these guys, who are now dead, would put aside their homicidal tendencies and team up with the leaders of Iran and North Korea. The Axis of Evil had the potential to be so much bigger.
Ten years later, Iran and North Korea still stand as legitimate, scary threats to world security with their pursuit of nuclear weapons. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Kim Jong-Il revel in being a thorn in the Western world’s side.
Evil doesn’t go away. Hitler showed that when he vanished unceremoniously from the world almost 70 years ago. That’s why we still have stories on tabloid newspapers reporting that Hitler is walking amongst us today. We never got the bloody images of him dead like we have in the modern era. Looking at those photos and videos of Hussein and Gaddafi, our stomachs turn even if we tell each other that we’re safe now.
Insane men still rise to power and are willing to kill huge swaths of people on the way to, and during, their ruling.
Do the deaths of Hitler, Hussein, Bin-Laden and Gaddafi accomplish what we seek, then? Is all our celebrating in vain if evil still rises? It’s like Wack-A-Mole. You might knock one down, but there are still 11 others waiting in the wings to carry out a destructive mission to reform society to fit their vision.
Is it possible to go deeper underground and confront the issues that lead to all the evil uprisings instead? Dictators and bad guys don’t just materialize out of thin air. It takes years to cultivate. If someone can raise them to be evil, why can’t we raise them to be good as well? More often than not, that’s a harder job. It’s a lot easier to work with easy projects than those living in squalor and frustration.
Generation x and Millennials have been raised with movies that show us what happens when evil is overturned. People celebrate and everyone lives happily ever after. But, reality is a different thing. We can’t simply dust our hands off and say, “mission accomplished.”
There are very real people who have been living under the thumb of tyranny in those countries. The problems that led to a villain’s rise have only been worsened during their time at the time.
As humans, we have a much more vested interest in peace than we do violence.
Bitterness, poverty and lack of educational opportunities don’t go away with the death of a man. The story goes on and bad sequels are produced. No one wants that. It takes hard work solving the world’s problems and the U.S. can’t do it alone. But, we have to play our part now rather than spill needless blood later.
This is where heroes really rise.
Matt Palmer is a staff writer for The Catholic Review in Baltimore.
Hate someone with a passion? Call them a Nazi.
It’s not exactly a new thing, but people are tossing about the term willy nilly lately. In the end, it says more about the person saying it than the person they’re targeting.
In an effort to criticize House Majority Leader John Boehner’s golf meeting with President Obama, country singer Hank Williams Jr. recently said, “That would be like Hitler playing golf with Netanyahu.”
Or, not. President Obama might be a political adversary of Boehner’s, but he’s also not trying to round up Republicans and slaughter them by the millions. Because, you know, that’s what Hitler did. He ordered the elimination of a people in his quest for power and domination.
Williams’ comment was a slap in the face of the survivors of the holocaust and to Jewish people everywhere. He lost his gig as the singer of the Monday Night Football intro and claimed his First Amendment rights were threatened.
No, Hank, you were allowed to say it. It was stupid, immature, thoughtless and businesses didn’t want to be associated with you. That’s their right to react to your comment.
Similarly, actress Susan Saranadon recently said she sent a copy of “Dead Man Walking” to Pope John Paul II, “not this Nazi one we have now.”
She was, of course, referring to German-native Pope Benedict XVI, a leader in the fight against the death penalty. Born Joseph Ratzinger, the pope was raised during the rise of the Nazi party and was forced, like all teenage boys of his age, to join the Hitler Youth. He was drafted into the anti-aircraft corps and eventually abandoned his service. His cousin, who had Down syndrome, was killed by Nazis.
As Catholics, our natural, and justified, reaction to a comment like Sarandon’s is shock. Can you imagine the terror that came with growing up during that era?
It’s sad that Sarandon, who grew up Catholic and in Catholic schools, threw out such a careless insult. It’s become easy to refer to someone else as a “Nazi” of some kind these days. That doesn’t mean it’s appropriate, though. A person who uses such a term fails to understand the pain that it inflicts on the Jewish people as well.
(Audio) Archbishop O’Brien on hearing of his appointment
Posted: October 15, 2011 in UncategorizedTags: Archbishop O'Brien, assignment, rome
Archbishop Edwin F. O’Brien celebrated Mass for a World Youth Day reunion Saturday at Mount de Sales and he shared an often humorous and touching story of how he heard about his new appointment as pro-grand master of the Equestrian Order (Knights) of the Holy Sepulcher of Jerusalem. Here’s the audio of that. Stay until the end because it’s particularly poignant.
In this week’s Catholic Review, I wrote an obituary for Father Joseph Oppitz. One of the reasons I was enthusiastic about doing it was his tale of surviving a massive ship crash in the Atlantic.
Here, in full, is his written recounting of nearly losing his life, thanks to the obituary on the Redemptorist site.
Only the men in my immediate family ever crossed the Atlantic by boat: my father, on a troop ship during the First World War, my brother on an L.S.T. during the Second World War, and myself on a vessel bound for its own battle with disaster in 1956.
After defending my thesis in Rome, I traveled to Genoa to board the Andrea Doria and head for home. The ship was 697 feet long and had all the latest safety devices, the most recent and sophisticated radio and radar equipment, a series of up-to-date safety compartments, such that it would be impossible for the ship to ever sink. We left Genoa on July 17 but before heading out to sea we docked in Naples to welcome the last of our 1706 souls on board.
As soon as the gangplank was fixed in place, about a dozen Neapolitan vendors came racing to the decks, each carrying a sack filled with souvenirs to be sold to those of us already onboard. The first merchant saw me and probably said to himself, “Aha, an American tourist for my first sale of the day.” He came on the run, opened his satchel, and started his pitch. “Authentic gold rings, bracelets of pure silver, diamond ear rings. Make your girlfriend happy!” I assured him that I had no girlfriend. His clever reply was: “Even Americans have mothers! So buy something for your mother.” I told him I had all the souvenirs I needed in my trunk down in the hold. Then he went on the attack: “That’s the trouble with you Americans! You come over here and you don’t respect our customs. And one of our customs is that if we do not make the first sale of the day, we will have bad luck. So you have to buy something!” I replied, “Look buddy, if you don’t stop bothering me, I’ll have that cop throw you off this ship and then you’ll really be in bad luck.” Well, I had heard some elegant curses in my travels, but this fellow topped them all. He spit on his index and middle finger and gave me the Malocchio—the “evil eye”—and yelled, “I hope you have bad luck on the way home.” There you have it. We were a cursed ship even before we launched into the Atlantic.
The rest of the trip, until the night of July 24 and the morning of July 25, was delightful and uneventful. The weather was mostly sunny and warm, the waves were moderate and relatively calm, and we passengers were totally relaxed.
The last day began with the usual sunshine. However, toward late afternoon a fog began to roll in on the horizon. By suppertime, the fog became one of the topics of conversation, especially among those of us who had never experienced fog at sea. It was discussed, not with any fear or apprehension, but rather with a sense of gratitude that we were on the Andrea Doria, a ship equipped with the very latest technology and a Captain with many years of experience. Indeed, I recall that before the final evening dinner, a group of us were talking about the fog, and one of the men, Mr. Cianfarra, a New York Times correspondent, joked that it would be nice if we had a collision in the fog so he could “scoop” the other reporters back in NYC.
At 10 P.M., on July 25, the Andrea Doria was just one mile south of the Nantucket Shoals and the Nantucket Light. The area from the Nantucket Light to the Ambrose Light has been called the “Times Square” of coastal waters due to its heavy traffic in a somewhat confined space. Forty-five minutes later, our Captain Calamai saw a blip on his radar, roughly 17 miles away and bearing four degrees to his right. Whatever the ship was, it was on his starboard side and on a parallel course but heading toward Europe. Calamai was convinced that the two ships would pass each other with no chance of a crossing situation. On his radar there was about a half mile distance between the two ships.
At 11:05, just six minutes before the collision, the Stockholm was four miles distant but bearing 14 degrees over the Andrea Doria’s right bow. Therefore, Calamai made a slight change in course to his left so as to place more water between the two ships as they passed right to right.
Three minutes before the crash, the Stockholm was just 2 miles away but still could not be seen nor could any sound of its fog horn be heard. Our Captain stepped out unto the right wing of the bridge to see if he could sight this mystery ship. Finally he saw the glow of lights just 1.1 miles away and bearing directly over the Andrea Doria’s bow. This was just 100 seconds before the collision. At that moment it became obvious that the Stockholm was making a sharp right turn directly into us. Calamai ordered a hard left in a desperate effort to avoid a tragedy. Fifteen seconds more and the two ships would not have collided at all. The hard-left turn was the correct decision in what is called an “in extremis” condition. Calamai was probably praying for a miracle that would bring us safely away from the Stockholm’s icebreaker prow. That miracle never came. The Stockholm, at practically full speed, knifed almost halfway through the Andrea Doria’s right side just below the wing where Calamai had been standing.
The collision took place at 11:20 P.M. The bow of the Stockholm was crushed in the impact making a huge hole in the Andrea Doria and ripping open her starboard side like a can opener. When the mangled Stockholm floated free, the ocean poured into the gaping wound of the Doria which made us list severely to the right. This happened so quickly that all the lifeboats on the port side became absolutely useless. As the Stockholm floated out of the wound it was obvious that it had lost 75 feet of its own bow. Another major problem was that, after the impact, the Stockholm could not be stabilized because its anchor had fallen. As it circled in the turbulence, it almost hit into us again!
The majority of those who were killed were crushed to death in their beds. The “miracle girl” of the catastrophe was young Linda Morgan. She was in the last cabin to be crushed before the Stockholm floated away. Unbelievably, the impact actually rolled her up in her mattress and she wound up safe within the mangled debris of the Stockholm’s crushed prow.
My own personal miracle had taken place the day we left Genoa when I was forced to change my cabin. Had I not changed quarters I would have been killed in one of the cabins that was completely destroyed. The actual length of the gash was 40 feet wide through seven of the Andrea Doria’s eleven decks.
My first appointment back in the States was to St. Mary’s in Annapolis, Maryland. It was there that I began a long career of “Sinking the Doria” starting at the Naval Academy and working my way through many Communion Breakfast talks, Society Dinners, Guild Luncheon’s, and so forth. And now, with the resurgence of public interest in the Titanic, I am looking forward to the year 2006 which will be the 50th anniversary of the sinking of the Andrea Doria, when the Doria-Lecture may well begin all over again.
You’ll find a story on the Goodspeed brothers in this week’s version of The Catholic Review. Now, get to know them individually. Here are some question and answers I did with Patrick Goodspeed. Each of the quadruplets got the same questions, so it’s interesting to see some differences and similarities.
Matt: How did your parents keep you guys all in line?
Patrick: I don’t know, They had their hands full
Matt: Is there anything you don’t know about each other?
Patrick: I’m sure there is, but I dont really care, no one knows everything.
Matt: Did each of you want to join scouts or was there a holdout?
Patrick: I think we all wanted to do it.
Matt: How much work goes into being a Scout and when did it become a goal to become an Eagle Scout?
Patrick: A lot. It’s a lot of time and slow work and hard to compare to other things.
Matt: Did scouting strengthen your faith? How?
Patrick: Scouting has different medals/awards for each faith so we stengthened our faith by working on those.
Matt: How did Scouts help you discover your personal strengths and what would you say are your strengths?
Patrick: It makes you use all of your abilities and provides a place to work on them. I’d say my positive outlook and humor are my biggest.
Matt: What were your biggest challenges to becoming Eagle Scouts and how did you overcome them?
Patrick: The paper work. I sat down and, with some help, was able to get it all done and correct so the project could go.
Matt: What did you pick for your Eagle Scout project and how did you go about doing it?
Patrick: I did fishing line recycling bins around a local lake. The line is shipped to a company that recycles it into fish habitat. I saw one on the eastern shore and went online and looked it up.
Matt: What did it feel like to accomplish it?
Patrick: Accomplished. It was nice to see everyone’s hard work finished.
Matt: What was it like to stand together at the ceremony as Eagle Scouts?
Patrick: Same old same old. We are used to standing together. I was happy that they had done a good job and wonderd when the next time we would all get something.
Matt: What were some of your highlights of the World Youth Day trip and why?
Patrick: Food, culture, cool sights. It’s nice to see a change from the normal sights around here.
Matt: What did you learn about the Catholic Church while you were there?
Patrick: We went to the vatican and did the tour, so we got to see and learn about the history and other things about the church.
Matt: If you were to describe World Youth Day to someone, how would you?
Patrick: Like a chicken in a poultry farm. Tons of people. Lots of fun.
Matt: Now that you’re all at college, what’s it like being away from one another during the day?
Patrick: Normal-ish. It’s nice to have a little space.
Matt: What’s next in scouting for you?
Patrick: Not sure. I;d like to pay it back someday.