Newsletter of the District
- December 2006
SSPX in the Middle East, The Indian Orphanage, and more Indian news…
letter from Dubai and India
July 12 and August 30, 2006
Alleluia, a little baby group is born in Dubai, three Indian families
plus one bachelor and two bacheloresses, all from Bombay, to whom
we might add some day some Tamilians working in Dubai; all these
folks working relentlessly to make a better worlds for the lonely
emirates, awash with such an embarrassing amount of cash, for the
petrodollars team up with more cash gushing from China, Russia and
the rest of the world. For that purpose these people work until
seven in the evening, the only time I can catch them for Mass and
confessions. That left me some time to discover the New York of
the Gulf, with all these impressive sky scrappers, and write down
that letter in the coolness of the Dubai Grand Hotel, a facility
ran by the Indian mafia they say.
Some of our Indian Orphans listening
to Fr. Summers
as far as India is concerned, the big event of the year was the
coming of the Swarna group in January of this year.
India is a pagan society, and the child is the first one to pay
for that, with six millions of yearly abortions, 15 millions of
child slaves, 50 millions of orphans and child prostitution of which
I only know the existence. The second statistic got the attention
of Swarna, five years ago. She had just finished her studies of
computer engineering in Iowa, with a nice high paying job to start
her career, well, the Indian dream in its purest form.
But, inexplicably, she retraced her steps back and returns to Cuddapah,
in the southern state of Andhra Pradesh, one of the furnace states
of India, like Rajasthan or Tamil Nadu to a certain extent.
She then sets up the “Servi Domini”, a locally approved
society, rents a house, buys a plot for the future, and starts to
walk down the streets of Cuddapah in order to harvest samples of
lost humanity. In a little time, fifty are on board the little Ark,
one third of them being old folks, who, like the orphans are the
refuse of the Indian society… if they lack money. All of them
smell very bad and have to be clothed again, washed thoroughly,
if not medically treated. Some will have remaining worms and lice
staying under their skins for three months. All those little ones
are badly educated at the beginning, but the cheerfulness of unspoilt
childhood remains together with a total trust for those who have
rescued them. It is by discovering their affection and their lack
of distrust that one begins to realize the enormity of the sin committed
against them, million times a year.
In the meantime, Swarna’s cousin, Dr. Suneel, discovers the
existence of Tradition (another brilliant subject, who likewise
sacrificed a whole medical career in order to serve God). He then
informs Swarna about the precious pearl hidden in the deserted field
of India. Father Blute pays a first visit, and then Father Couture
makes several stops in Cuddapah. Swarna gives the impression of
ever having been a traditional Catholic considering how all our
arguments got her persuasion without resistance and how her way
to pray and to behave is devoid of all form of all that novusorduish
sugarism. Father Summers always says “Swarna means business”.
In a way she realizes that sentence of Salomon “The ornament
of the woman is her silence.”
Emmanuel du Chalard (left) with Fr. Summers (right)
But all this doesn’t solve the issue of the Mass, since the
Society is completely overstretched in India, with all its 1000
faithful dispersed over the south of the Deccan.
Therefore a new plan came about: the whole little Telegu tribe (those
who inhabit Andhra Pradesh) will have to pack. Swarna stripped the
entire place, down to the last valueless light, all the beds, fans,
etc., are loaded in the trucks that are sent one week ahead of time,
leaving the little community with the bear necessities for its last
days in Andhra. As a farewell, the local press accuses Swarna of
scheming the whole move in order to lay her hands on the money of
the orphanage and the sale of its property. The diocese joins the
fray, with the fulminations that are routine for us. Swarna answers
with great calm to all of this, “Swarna calls the shots”-
that’s my quote! But you need the cherry on the pie, and that
will be the western novus ordo parish that used to support the orphanage,
writing in a nice letter that at the request of the bishop, all
financial support was to cease by the month of December unless she
stopped to collaborate with schismatic entities. It is true, traditional
Catholics are now very generous to Swarna, and that makes the novus
ordo money redundant, but “Quand même!” as we
say in French or “Fer crying out loud!” as says Fr.
One good day of January, all the little group boarded the train
for the 20 hours journey that separates them from Palayamkottai,
accompanied by Fr Couture, all in praise and admiration, and they
arrived the next day at five AM, quite exhausted you may guess.
They took residence in a house found by Mr. Selvaraj (probably our
biggest supporter locally) for them. Those buildings are an ancient
colonial house, kind of awkward, with a bizarre central staircase,
caged from the inside. The owners are Muslims and the rent is a
little bit expensive, but it will have to do for at least two years.
Swarna is looking for an appropriate place to be able to make the
orphanage grow. Donations are slowly coming from the West, people
being relieved now to know that they can give safely for the third
world without having their means misled and mismanaged by the Masonic
and bureaucratized NGOs, who from what we can see from the ground,
are far less effective than they claim. For instance the World Bank
gave a big loan to the city of Palayamkottai to establish some sewage.
Everything was done on the cheap, because the money was entrusted
to unscrupulous contractors, who, beside the bribes to the local
politicians, made a big return by buying the cheapest pipes for
the system. Roads simply became worse for two years, and the system
is already broken before being finished. Charity therefore works
never at a distance, you have to have somebody close to the misery
of his neighbor. End parenthesis.
Another big consequence of the establishment of the orphanage is
that it triggered the opening of a school run by the society itself,
two kilometers away from the priory. Fathers Blute and Summers were
aware a long time before of the limitations of our hostel and always
longed for something, but were not quite able to find a solution.
With the coming of all these children the whole problem became an
emergency. We began the school in the priory for the first few weeks,
the dormitories being turned into classrooms every day and found
out that it is not so easy to get good teachers locally, but with
Dr. Suneel and others, we have a good pool of talent for the moment.
The school system in India is not as perverted as our public school
system, but it is quite deficient. Once again, Selvaraj found us
a place to rent cum a legal scheme for us to proceed right away,
and there it is, the “Veritas Academy”. For textbooks
we use the famed “Our Lady of Victory” school program,
run by Scott Jones in Post Falls, USA. It seems to work perfectly
on Indian minds. We only have thirty kids, half of them orphans,
to start with, but it really feels good to start the real thing
at last. It is almost overstaffed, but we really want to do the
right thing at the beginning.
Maria with two potential Indian vocations
Lastly, Swarna is not alone in her desire to pursue a religious
vocation, and there again, for years we had to say no to many a
girl in the past, not any more. With Swarna, we have some five candidates,
as now: Swarupa, coming from Kerala, two girls from Tuticorin and
one from Palayamkottai. We had to turn down vocations in the past,
even if one Oblate in Salvan, Switzerland, and two nuns of the Oasis,
Spain made it, with some other elsewhere I think. This summer Fr.
Emmanuel du Chalard SSPX, arrived with three members of the Congregation
of the Consolers of the Sacred Heart (whose Superior he is), an
Italian entity, in order to start a local foundation. It’s
good for the mission to get a feminine presence here. There is a
lot to do, and the number of girls who want to join will allow it
seems, Swarna to leave India one year to make her novitiate and
take the habit while the other girls run the orphanage. It helps
a lot for our local implantation, and now the mass attendance on
Sunday has passed the hundred.
So the coming of the orphans is really a turning point for the mission
of India. God gives us the opportunity to stoop a little bit better
on the misery of India, to extend hopefully the victory of Faith
through that of Charity.
That’s all for the orphanage! Beside it, we are running constructions
in Trichy and Ramanpudur. These had stalled in recent months for
lack of funds, but both Fr. Summers and I tried to remedy the situation
during our vacations, so the work has restarted. In Trichy, neighboring
Hindus are objecting to us, but the local faithful answered that
it was only a house and chapel for an old priest. As in Ramanpudur,
we were consoled to see that they granted a big contribution for
the building of a place, not yet what the Jesuit of old would request
(the land and the walls), but approaching.
Even here, the priory was under some attacks by the BJP and the
VHP, some Hindu parties that are, thanks be God, a small minority
in Tamil Nadu (which is essentially dominated by regional ethnic
and caste parties). Father Blute was mentioned explicitly in a rally
of the BJP on the public square of Palayamkottai, and the VHP filed
a complaint to the police against him, accusing him, hold your breath,
of handing over CIA funds to some layman in order to force conversions.
Father Blute is not here, and it was easy for that layman to refute
the allegation (the police laughed at the matter), but it seems
that we are attracting sometimes some local attention. Some Hindus
don’t like to see us going about with our stylish uniform,
and sometimes we are advised to keep some low profile, but we cannot
avoid occupying some public place in order to work.
Father Jackson is leaving us for New Zealand because of poor health
in India. The superiors did not insist, given the past history of
the Society in India. If India doesn’t like you, it can demolish
a man. Fr. Valan has replaced him, and being a Tamilian, his knowledge
of the local tongue is invaluable. It took normally 15 years to
Jesuits of old before they could start to preach in Tamil, and I
have given up Tamil a long time ago myself, settling for Hindi instead.
In the North, there are no spectacular changes to report so far,
some slow increase maybe in Bombay, and with one of the three centers
still in a very fragile situation (Vasai) and the other again in
a state of tribulation (Bandra), for we are again obliged to vacate
Pioneer Hall and use a more expensive and inadequate place for the
mass. This time the owner of the hall told us not to pray, for each
time Our Lady had pity upon us, and we returned to Pioneer hall.
What the owner is trying now is to rent this place for a restaurant,
but I don’t see how it shall last, for it is difficult to
break even in Bandra, which is an expensive place of Bombay. Madras
has now a regular turnout of eighty. Priests from Singapore, who
take care of Sri Lanka, now visit Madras one Sunday of the month.
Goa and Bangalore are now too small to be able to decrease. People
are calling us from Pondicherry and Mangalore somewhat, but we are
not following suit for the moment.
A whole delegation from some Tamil village called RN Kandikhai called
us, begging for the Mass. Instantly, all the remembrance of Ramanpudur
and Karumgulam came to our mind that is the big fireworks that fizzle
out quite fast once the Bishop makes the full weight of his power
felt. But for a village that far from the priory, it was impossible
to commit ourselves heavily, so we visited them twice. The first
attempt was a complete failure, nobody showed up. But they kept
on asking, so we showed up again, with Fr. Couture this time. 200
people made it to the mass, that’s not big, but that’s
not negligible either. The bishop had been denying them the mass
in their church for eight years for some reasons of caste, language
(the villagers are Telegus who don’t like a mass said in Tamil
which is not their language - Long live Latin!), and for some other
reasons in which the guilt of the bishop is not fully evident.
The villagers don’t know anything about the crisis in the
Church, or, maybe, we could say that they know about it only through
the angle of the lack of Charity and the corruption of the Novus
Ordo clergy, but those two things have existed almost since there
was a clergy. So we told them that if they really wanted us, they
should remove the “table”, replace the altar stone in
its proper position and construct a communion rail. If they were
to do that, we would come again and study their case.
I got impressed by one thing over there: the village school. The
diocese brakes even for a school of 400 with only one lakh per year
(i.e. 100,000 rupees or $2,200), an amount comparable to what parents
pay for one child in the West. It is true the service is minimal,
and the government subsidizes to the level of 40% and the villagers
pay a little bit, but that is quite a feat.
Three months later, Pothiraj signaled us that the villagers struck
a deal with the Bishop, so the whole affair is wrapped up. We certainly
have a talent to make the Bishops more caring and loving to their
sheep: two short visits had the effect of a nuclear threat on their
spirit! We feel like the Robin Hoods of the XXIst century!
left to right: Swarna Vongala, the foundress of the Orphanage,
with Rosalyn, Rosilda and Swarupa
There is also something that I cannot be silent about; it is the
departure of three out of four Bombay seminarians from our Seminary
of Australia, and their return back to full scale novus ordo. For
some reasons we still ignore, they decided to reject their previous
knowledge of the crisis and prepared to quit the Society several
months in advance, entering into contact with Cardinal Dias of Bombay,
the one that they were describing as the devil incarnate
in their reports on inculturation that were published three years
As Father Peter Scott said in the newsletter of the Seminary, they
sacrilegiously renewed their engagement in the Society before the
Blessed Sacrament exposed and received Holy Orders (no further than
acolytes) while they had every intention not to stay in the Society.
But we are not interested in the details of this (it is far from
the first time we get knives planted in our backs). What caught
our attention was the interest and the open remarks made by Cardinal
Hojos in this whole affair. As an answer to the letter of Cardinal
Dias congratulating himself, Cardinal Hojos thanked him for the
return of the three seminarians “to the fullness of Catholic
Faith and life in India” (sic), and on the fact that they
were welcomed again in the bosom of the Catholic Church. Father
Scott noticed immediately that these statements contradict totally
the declarations the same cardinal made last November, saying that
the Society is not schismatic and that the traditional Catholics
are in the Church “because communion exists”. Both cardinals
take for real money the allegations of the three seminarians who
insinuate that we are sedevacantists. In comparison with Cardinal
Hojos, Cardinal Dias nails it further saying that the seminarians
were “systematically indoctrinated… and that it was
taught to them that the see of Peter is vacant.”
This is a very interesting piece of information that clearly shows
that we are not yet dealing with honest and well intentioned people
in Rome. The Rome of today more or less follows the local bishops
and changes completely its tune according to the realpolitik: if
we are in a state of strength, like in France, we get the sweet
sounds, and if, like in India, we are in a state of weakness, they
really try to crush us.
I dare to hope that next time our superiors meet these same cardinals
they ask some explanations about these contradictions of speech.
And, lastly, it is interesting to consider how much these cardinals
take interest to the Society’s least events, given the fact
that from a human viewpoint we are really insignificant, especially
“It is, says Bishop Williamson, because we are the only shop
to sell 2+2=4 when everywhere else shops sell 2+2=3, or some 2+2=1000,
or bits of 2+2=0, bags of 2+2=1, fine amounts of 2+2=3,9 and 2+2=4,1
at a discount. If the seller of 2+2=4 takes a hold on the market,
he will certainly put all the others out of business.”
The job of Cardinal Hojos is not finished yet, because one of the
four seminarians is still going to be ordained for the Society in
two years time: “I do not see why I should change my position
of four years ago. The Society is still right”.
The Society might send three Indian seminarians in Australia next
march, and we have a few more “schismatics”, “lefebvrians”
in Bombay. 130 people came to attend Bishop Williamson’s Mass
in Bandra. The day after, I had to split hosts for the Sunday Mass
from the sixty hosts that were in the ciborium, and there was in
the evening 90 communions at the Bishop’s Sunday Mass in Madras.
The little fish is getting slightly bigger, but Bombay is still
struggling a lot as we are again out of the convenient hall that
we use normally. The uncertainty about the Mass venue causes disorganization
and disruption in the weaker segment of the flock.
Italian Consoling Sisters of the Sacred Heart adopting the Indian
Anyway, the visit of a Bishop is always like a shot of mixed adrenaline
and glucose for a mission, we shall see how things work in the future.
When he arrived in Bombay to give 40 Confirmations, the Bishop was
already exhausted by a long set of flights across the earth, and
we only realized on Sunday evening how seriously he was exhausted.
We had to cancel his flight to Tuticorin and reschedule the ceremony
in Palayamkottai to give him 24 hours of complete rest, for he got
the complete Indian welcoming cocktail of dysentery (he ate nothing
for two and a half days), insomnia, mosquitoesand
as a cherry on the cake, the idiocy of the security at the Indian
airports in the wake of the London alleged terror threat. No, I
forgot: the cherry on the cake is the power cut he had during the
canon of his mass after sunset in Palayamkottai.
There he gave 37 Confirmations, mostly for the orphans, before departing
to Manila the day after. As he was bedridden, I tried to be a good
nurse, and he told me: “Thank you for your TLC – What
is TLC, my Lord? – Tender Loving Care…”
Just like Bishop Tissier last December, the patience of our bishops
is quite impressive, always finding time to speak to people, to
spend time for the boring photo ops, to wait and keep smiling in
In his sermons, the Bishop asked the faithful to avoid the evil
influence of the corrupted West and to give to the Church Catholic
families with the amount of children God wants them to have, without
all the electronic gadgets that bring insanity and disruption, and
with a clear definition of the respective role of the father, mother
Just like in every other place, it seems that big modern cities
are crushers of families. It will be interesting in the years to
come to observe how these families will survive, because, so far,
the Society can only provide a tiny survival monthly ration amounting
to a mass and the visit or a priest here and there. No schools,
no retreat houses, no pilgrimages, no news papers worthy of the
name, no bookstores, youth groups or adult groups, just the bare
necessity to survive.
In Iesu et Maria, François Chazal+