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Requiem
for Black Shoes - a new novel by Ken
Hills (adult fiction)
For thirty two years, I worked with teenagers,
as a teacher, as an administrator and as a counsellor. It
was in this latter position that I became most aware of and
involved with troubled teenagers. One common denominator they
shared was they came from dysfunctional homes. They were homes
in which the parents were not present. Perhaps the parents
were divorced or separated, possibly one had died. It could
have been that both parents were absent at crucial times during
the day because they had work commitments. It may have been
a home in which the cultural views clashed with those more
prevalent in North America. I personally knew of many young
people who were abused either sexually, physically or emotionally.
When that happens to anyone, the natural compass which we
all have is disrupted and the youngster, who is already battling
with the challenges of a normal development, now has to find
his way through life as well as he can, carrying an extra
burden. Some turn to drugs, others to alcohol. Virtually all
of them seek the company of others who are experiencing similar
difficulties.
My book,
Requiem For Black Shoes, is the story of how a young Catholic
boy, sexually abused by a Catholic priest, lives his entire
life struggling with this burden. It illustrates how his
relationships with others, with the church and with God
have been affected. This is a story of fact with fictional
embellishments.
Recent Reviews:
"Drawing extensively on his 30 years teaching experience,
coupled with a childhood steeped in the machinations of
the Catholic Church, Ken Hills has crafted a sensitive and
honest story, balancing humour with pathos, to show the
ruthlessness often met by adolescents from their environment."
Charles Ryall, Lawyer
Requiem For Black Shoes tells of a life long
struggle to escape the inescapable tomb of child
abuse. The violation of a vulnerable youth at the hands
of a trusted friend, a role-model, a father- figure, a Catholic
priest is distressing, heart-breaking, infuriating. Nevertheless,
Requiem For Black Shoes is a hope-filled invitation
for us all to seek resurrection and deliverance from our
own demons. It is a testament to the awesome power of love
in confronting a self made prison of suffering, injustice
and shame.
Paul Faye, Catholic Elementary School Principal, Retired
"Ken Hills has written a very personal autobiography
of healing in the guise of fiction. He uses a stream of
consciousness narrator to tell this story in a writing style
reminiscent of J. D. Salingers The Catcher in
the Rye. The story is one of sexual abuse and betrayal
of an adolescent by a priest and the life consequences that
result. Several references are made to The Catchers
Holden Caulfield, .... practically brothers.
In fact, the narrator is a senior Holden Caulfield, now
undergoing therapy, a retired teacher, a loving yet struggling
father, and a devoted husband who still questions the success
of his personal relationships with his wife and others.
This book is Kens answer to finally wrestling with
the demons of guilt his catholic faith brings him and reconciling
the damage he suffered from the sexual abuse by an authority
figure." Ted Pritchard, B.A., B.Ed., O.T. , Retired
Elementary School Principal
I
invite you to read the following excerpt from my book and
to let me know your reaction to my story. I really appreciate
your comments. Thanks for your help, Ken
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from
Requiem for Black Shoes by Ken Hills
"Yeah, I know, Holden Caulfield, right?"
The eternal
teenager? He will never change. Holden and I have a lot in
common all right. I identify with him. Its a case of
arrested development. But why am I telling you that? And you
and I both know the reason for that. I used to be just like
him when I was a teenager. And now I dont always talk
like him like I used to on account of I was a teacher and
all. Thats just like him, isnt it? He would often
end sentences that way. But I still think like him and sometimes
I still talk like him. Its not that Im imitating
him or anything like that. Its just that Holden experienced
something traumatic in his life too and I really think that
when that happens to any of us we look for a way to survive
the best way we can. If that means ignoring realities for
awhile, then thats what must be done. If it means living
in another world that is so much more pleasant then thats
what has to be done. If it means suppressing what happened
to you, burying it so deep that you cover it over with other
activities, situations, relationships, then thats what
you have to do. Because its all about survival, right
Doc? I mean if I really dwelled on what happened to me, I
couldnt stand it. I would probably jump off a bridge
or something. When I say that I identify with Holden, I mean
that I agree with him when he says that people are phony.
He probably used the wrong word but I know what he means.
Like, people disguise their true identities. You should know
that. Everybody is suffering with something, whether it is
emotional or physical. Theres always something there.
We just cant go around revealing our true selves all
the time. What kind of world would that be anyway?
And kids,
the way Holden looks at kids is right on. I hope my grandchildren
never grow up, you know, lose their innocence, the fresh young
way they look at the world with curiosity and wonder. I mean
we have to grow up. I know that. They will face those pubescent
crises of acne, periods, awkwardness, peer pressure, hormonal
explosions, puppy love, parental defiance. They will get crushes
on movie stars or rock stars or athletes. They will struggle
like hell to find their own identity. But they will survive
it all. I know that the human spirit is amazing as it takes
on a life of its own when we, seemingly, lose control of our
lives. But why do we have to lose our kidness? Thats
what I mean. Holdens one of my favourite fictional characters.
But hes not really fictional, is he? There are tons
of people like him, all over the world.
Agnus
Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem. Lamb of God
who takes away the sins of the world, give us peace. I loved
the Latin mass. The thing about Latin is that the language
never changes. Its like the little kids I talked about.
Yeah, you might say I had a strict Catholic upbringing, confession
every Saturday, whether I needed to or not, Mass on Sunday
morning and benediction in the evening. The priests
word was law unless my mom said differently, rosary every
night at home, holy water font at the door so every time we
went out, we would dip our finger into the font and bless
ourselves, high mass once a month when the priest stunk up
the church with the incense, singing in the choir, educated
by the nuns who never spared the rod, hours spent at the church
for the exposition, praying, praying, praying, no meat on
Fridays, respect, respect, respect for the priests, for our
elders, never speaking unless spoken to. But it was my church,
you know what I mean? It was like family. Only I could make
fun of it or some other Catholic could make fun of it. But
if a non Catholic made fun of it, watch out. We wouldnt
fight unless we had to but we stuck up for our church. I dont
know why intelligent people in charge of our education ever
allowed a Catholic school to be built right next to a Protestant
school. What were they thinking about? Were they thinking
they might be able to convert all of the Protestants? All
they did was guarantee name calling and fights. We were kids.
What did we know? They used to call us dogans or micks or
fisheaters and at first those words hurt my feelings but actually,
the truth is that after a while I kind of liked it when someone
called me those names. It gave me an identity.
I was
proud of being a Roman Catholic. It gave me a lineage that
could be traced back two thousand years. It made me part of
a history that was filled with serious confrontations, many
of which are still carrying on today. When you think of it,
on the other hand, it is pretty stupid to be fighting over
religion. I really dont think thats what a loving
God wants of us. But when youre a kid, you dont
know any better. Youre of the same religious tradition
as St. Michael the Archangel who slew the devil. When you
were confirmed, you became a soldier of Christ. Yeah, I loved
being a Catholic, still do, although there were times when
I turned my back on God. But I dont really want to talk
about that now. Maybe later.
Now that
you've read this except, tell Ken what you think...
please contact Ken at ken@sherwoodparkbooks.ca.
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