The Jesuit Cesc Peris, denounced in Bolivia for alleged sexual abuse of a minor and whose "inadequate attitude" was an open secret during the 30 years he was at the Jesuïtes Casp school in Barcelona, has opened Pandora's box. But not a day goes by without alumni from this center remembering the exemplarity of other teachers, although they clarify that Sex Penis, as they nicknamed him, "was not the only black sheep".
V., a retired doctor, was the first to target Brother C. Between 1959 and 1961, when he was between 6 and 9 years old, he groped his "genitals practically daily", as he has denounced before a law firm in the Episcopal Conference. At least three other former students endorse his words. The name that is hidden behind the initial C. is already circulating on social networks and in the comments of some news.
The last to point out brother C., who, unlike Cesc Peris, has already passed away, is T., 73, who studied Law, traveled the world on a sailboat and worked in the real estate sector. Between 1958 and 1962, he went to the Jesuïtes Casp school, which was next to his house. He was several times sitting on the knees of this Jesuit, "in his room, with the blinds half drawn", while he tried to caress his genitals.
He believes that he never touched her crotch, although he asked her questions to try to give her an erection. T. admits that she might have gaps in her memories. Esther Pujol, 44, who has testified before the Parliament's investigation commission on cases of pedophilia in the Church, acknowledges that she suffered from dissociative amnesia and that until recently she could not remember everything that the priest of her town did to her. little girl.
But what T. has no doubt about is the questions he was asking and his libidinous intentions. He also remembers him interrupting some secular teacher's classes and asking a student to leave the classroom. Then they both went to her room. “Why did the teacher on duty allow a student to leave class without a justified reason? Why didn't he wonder what was wrong with him?" says T.
He considers himself lucky because as soon as he explained what was wrong, his parents talked to the school. Some problems ended and others were born. “I was always obedient because discipline was instilled in the homes of that time, and more so being the third of three brothers. But from then on my alleged lack of discipline grew as if by magic and at the end of the course I was expelled for bad behavior”.
The report cards had a section for the supposed pranks. Three black or two red stripes implied immediate expulsion. “I, who until then had not had any kind of problems, accumulated all the possible lines between the months of May, when my parents complained to the prefect father of the center, and June, when the course ended and they told me that I would not be able to study there the following year.”
His wife and children know his past. Last night, during dinner, he explained to them that today he would come to La Vanguardia to explain his case. "Cheer up, this has to be known," they told him. He does not lead revenge and praises many school teachers, such as those who appear in his photos of the courses 1959-1960, 1960-1961 and 1961-1962: brother G., father Ll. or Professor H., secular and ex-military, rigorous, serious and very intimidating-looking.
H.'s presence was imposing in class and no one dared to make jokes if he was around. She appears in T.'s photo wearing dark glasses, a suit, and leather gloves. But the lion is not as fierce as they paint it. He “taught us things that were not strictly within his teaching area and that are still with us, such as his passion for poetry in general and particularly for Antonio Machado and his collection of poems Campos de Castilla”.
From this book are the famous verses of Orillas del Duero: "Miserable Castilla, dominant yesterday, / wrapped in its rags, it despises what it ignores." And that is what T. wants, who coincides with other classmates whom he does not know and with whom he did not share a class, such as V. or A., who also point to brother C. "Let us not despise what we do not know: let us fight for it to emerge the whole truth and because pedophilia never prescribes”.
Although T. never hid his experiences, those days when he wriggled so that his genitals would not be touched were in a haze. Memories awoke from lethargy as a result of the news about Cesc Peris and the letter from 234 former students, who, spurred on by the case of Bolivia and by the news published by El País, demanded transparency from the school and that everything he allegedly did in Barcelona be investigated. this jesuit.
“Do you think of naked girls? How does your dick get when you have those thoughts? These were some of the questions asked by Brother C., who was in charge of tutoring the youngest in the center and whose figure leaves no one indifferent. Those who did not know the other side of him, those who he never took out of class in the middle of the lesson, can speak wonders of him. Others, on the contrary, draw a shady character.
There is another facet of his character that still has T on tenterhooks today. “The Jesuits, and especially him, distributed points for good behavior among the students. When you collected a certain amount, you could exchange your points for some symbolic gift, usually an illustrated book of lives of saints. Getting a point was an honor that made you float. But they never gave me one: they almost always received the same ones”.
Now, so many years later, he wonders what was the criteria of that religious to distribute perks. “I can't help but wonder if it was in payment for something. In payment of what? When we left through the front door, we descended a flight of stairs in two files, on either side of the railings. In the center were the guards, children designated to write down the names of those who spoke. They were almost always the same too."
