Here too was a brothel.
And so many of the perpetrators got away with it.
In the current issue of Spirituality there is an article written by a former Dominican priest, who was physically and sexually abused by a priest.
The abuser priest is three years dead.
In 1977 he verbally abused me. And from then until his death it was as clear as day he hated me.
Years later at a provincial meeting he sneered at me and attempted to humiliate me.
We lived in the same community from 1989 until approximately 2010.
I was removed from the community on the grounds that I was not a 'good influence' on the young men studying for priesthood. The man who physically, sexually and verbally abused, lived in the same building. Indeed, he lived there as a privileged person until his death as an old man.
That removal is a badge of honour to me, especially sitting here in Sachsenhausen. But it was a savage attack on my good name.
I write these words at the end of a two-hour visit to Sachsenhausen concentration camp.
I can feel and smell the evil of this place.
And we can all do this.