The Cardinal Keith story stank from day one. So he felt-up a few men. They were men. Grown-ups. Lads. Well aware of the clerical shenanigans of the life they had chosen and well able to take care of themselves. If they were that aggrieved, they could have gone around to the palace some dark night and sorted him.
But no, far better to sit and wait. Or better still, to lie in wait, in the long, fragrant canonical grass.
It’s like the Rennard case all over again. Boo hoo. Only this time in drag and anonymous, safely hidden behind correctness and process and procedure and ‘concern’.
Those shouting loudest about double standards should think again. His cardinal sin was to deny his humanity and sexuality to the point he decried it in others.
If the Cardinal has learned a lesson, I hope that Keith has friends and family around him at this time; men and women who have lived a little and failed a little and because they have, possess the compassion and insight necessary to mind him.
Hell, indeed, hath no fury. Either side of the straight/LGBT divide.
We are all of us fragile. We are imperfect. We are human.
God forgive us.
