Book banning is back in, and this is a good thing. I myself have two notable recollections of this practice, which in my experience also included movies. As a boy growing up in a lily-white, Catholic family in the hills of Oakland, California, in the middle-class neighborhood called Montclair, I heard the strictures of The Church frequently. The most fearsome priest then at Corpus Christi parish was Father Keller. Maybe seventy years old, his sermons were notable for their disapproval of just about everything. He spoke in a rough-edged, noisy, even shouting monotone, using intense gestures that my mother, for one, found foolish. “He’s a bum, that’s all,” she once opined for me. I was shocked by her intensities. I served many a mass for Father Keller, and was terrified by him.
Ban My Books. Please!
Ban My Books. Please!
Ban My Books. Please!
Book banning is back in, and this is a good thing. I myself have two notable recollections of this practice, which in my experience also included movies. As a boy growing up in a lily-white, Catholic family in the hills of Oakland, California, in the middle-class neighborhood called Montclair, I heard the strictures of The Church frequently. The most fearsome priest then at Corpus Christi parish was Father Keller. Maybe seventy years old, his sermons were notable for their disapproval of just about everything. He spoke in a rough-edged, noisy, even shouting monotone, using intense gestures that my mother, for one, found foolish. “He’s a bum, that’s all,” she once opined for me. I was shocked by her intensities. I served many a mass for Father Keller, and was terrified by him.