From the Happy Tutor over at the Gift Hub:

In the 1950’s what chance did a child have in saying he had been abused by a priest? The word “abuse” was not used in those days. Whatever words the kid came up with would have been sinful. To disparage a priest would be sacreligious. Had the parents pursued it they would have been met with mild reproof, silence, denial and the opportunity to make their own confession of sinful thoughts. How different is that climate from our own, when it comes to the cloistered workings of wealth and power? When a corporation corrupts the young through brands, sexualized content, spectacles of cruelty, and appeals to the basest motives, is that not abuse, tantamount to soul murder? And what is said? What is done? “There is nothing we can do.” When funders pursue philanthropy in an incestuous web of favors traded and deals done, all in private, is that not abuse? The public’s sense of powerlessness, that silence, is the sign of abuse, and the condition under which it flourishes. Philanthropy, at times, in the games of power, is the Mass said by the abusive priest, rendering criticism impossible.