The owners of the Morning Star boutique hotel and restaurant in Mount Eliza ought to be aware of its gruesome and violent past.
This establishment, now publicised as a boutique hotel, was once a place for torture and gross sexual abuse by the Catholic Church . Many boys tried to end their lives in this establishment which was famous for the sexual abuse of young men.
I am about to give evidence at the royal commission into child sexual abuse.
In 1966 I spent 12 months in the “ care of the Franciscan order” the original owners of the property now known as Morning Star Boutique Hotel and Restaurant
During that time I along with 50 to 60 young boys were subjected to horrific acts of sexual and physical abuse.
Acts of self harm
Acts of self harm among the boys were common in order to escape the brutal treatment inflicted secretly in the cells or dormitories which form the basis of the accommodation now marketed as a boutique experience.
Young boys attempting suicide on the premises was a common practice.
Young boys inflicting self harm to escape the sexual predators that were the priests and brothers that ran Morning Star boys home is now legendary.
Boys working in the searing heat of summer were subjected to working in the garden for up to 8 hours at a time and being beaten if we tried to straightened our back or sought redress from the hot sun.
Blisters became poisoned from the pitch forks, no first aid, only the mantra of no pain-no gain!
Tell a young man severely sunburnt and puss oozing from his hands from blisters that it was all in god’s name.
Some young boys even put pitch forks through their gumboots into their feet to escape the merciless conditions.
I personally used to cut my arms with a razor blade and I would then grind down the lead from a pencil and rub it into the wound. Lead poisoning !!
Ask why, and I will tell you that if my arms got so infected the priests would have to take me to the local hospital and away from their clutches for even a few days. If I was admitted!
The last thing they wanted was for a young boy to be left in a caring environment to tell our stories of abuse. A jab of penicillin, and back to the pain and torture of the priests. Back into the mini van straight back to Satan Central now hoping the penicillin would work .
No time off. Maybe next time!
Young working class boys from disadvantaged backgrounds were subjected to a legal system offering no hope of rehabilitation only punishment, and sexual gratification for those in charge of the institution known as Morning Star boys home.
Boys that were subjected to this abuse went on, not to lead productive lives but, in most cases, the pain drove them to horrific lives of alcohol and drug abuse. Some even went on to replicate the sexual abuse on others.
The horror and pain that these boys were subjected to within these walls will live with every young boy until the day they die, old men . If then .
If only these walls could talk
If only these walls could talk, they would hear the screams of boys pleading for their lives,frightened scared and lonely without support, except the cries of other boys in the cells beside them.
While my mates were being sexually abused I was being severely physically assaulted . I have always harboured the guilt that as a 14 year old I didn’t help my mates from the sexual abuse they encountered
I have finally realised that I carry no guilt .That is reserved for the Catholic Church and its abusers .
The converted cells or dormitories of this boutique hotel were originally the rooms where boys were not only shackled by their religion but shackled to their beds for the sexual gratification of the Catholic priests
Boys in the formative years of their lives were subjected to such unspeakable crimes by a system that didn’t care about about their upbringing or their life circumstances.
These boys were fodder for a corrupt system that is now recognised as a collusion between the church, the police and the legal system.
I committed crimes as a young boy but I never expected those charged with my rehabilitation would be allowed to perpetrate even more heinous crimes against me.
The Catholic Church was entrusted to save my soul, not savage it !
When , or if, you visit Morning Star Hotel, in Mount Eliza, keep keep your ears and eyes open in memory of the tortured young men that may still roam the corridors or haunt the cells on a cold winters day.
I only know it as a hell hole.