Trying to remember names of who I knew, worked with, drank with, partied with, heard rumours about and other things that happened in the 70s when I got out of the army. It's hard going, I've forgotten quite a lot.
Maybe I did something or heard of someone who did something that I, he/she should/could be ashamed of but for the life of me I can't remember.
That would certainly be the case for most people who were partying, but you would definitely remember incidences that happen in your work place. I can still name most of the sorded stories that have happened around me since my first job at Coles way back when, from the manager busted in the lift getting a kneel down job from one of the girls, to the couple who made sure they did it on every possible surface they could find, to the theft of pay and the threats of violence.
Now imagine if someone told me a rumour about peodophile behaviour, not just once but numurous times, and imagine I was in a position where I knew the person closely and imagine I was an editor of the local rag for my community. I dare say he heard lots of those stories and I dare say he admitted as such today. His reponse though shows an unbelievable level of calousness and lack of moral standards, two things a priest in a religious order where the one person you look up to is a Man who declared "Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the sea".
This man, Pell, has failed miserably: he has failed himself, he has failed his flock, he has failed the most vulnerable and he has failed his God, the One who literaly died for him. Everything he supposedly stands for has been shown to be lies of the highest point.
This must be difficult and gut-wretching for those who have suffered. To be told that "I heard the stuff but I just didn't care at all, no interest whatsoever...oh and do you want some money? Good take it and go away".