William Kienzle - Chameleon
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“Why do you say that?”
“He was sort of famous for rattling coins, keys, whatever, in his pants pocket. It was no more than a nervous habit, but it did give him away.” Koesler paused reflectively.
“Anything?”
“Only that he controlled a lot of money and financial investments.”
“That’s kind of obvious-from those departments he was responsible for … isn’t it?”
Koesler reddened. It was obvious. “Of course. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just go ahead. Anything you can think of.”
“Well, I’ve heard it said-no, it’s stronger than hearsay-that he had some controversial opinions.”
Tully grew even more attentive.
“I suppose it was natural for someone in his position. I mean, he had the overall view of income and disbursements on the diocesan level. And it’s no secret that financially we are limping badly, especially in the core city. Those huge, beautiful churches in those parishes are nearly empty and the school system is in trouble in just about the whole diocese.”
Tully understood more clearly than Koesler would have guessed. Catholicism, as far as Tully was concerned, was a white religion. What he had no way of gauging was the sense of community, belonging, and dedication that endured among those relatively few black Catholics who had established a sense of ownership over those parishes.
“The point is,” Koesler said, “Larry Hoffer wanted to close not only the financially strapped parishes but the whole school system.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Tully asked, in keeping with his understanding of the situation.
Koesler hesitated. The question raised a topic too vast and too complex to adequately treat in depth. He saw no point in going into the parishioners’ love for those parishes or the dedication with which their priests served them. But there was another facet that might prove relevant and interesting to the lieutenant.
“One thing that at least some people think is wrong with those threatened closings is that the people concerned-including the staff members who are responsible for parishes and schools-don’t want them closed.”
“I suppose that’s natural.”
“No, Lieutenant, when I say they don’t want them closed I am understating. They really don’t want any closings.”
“Oh?” Tully found Koesler’s emphasis not only interesting but provocative. “How much do they not want it? Enough to get violent about it?”
“I couldn’t say that. I don’t know. Most of the people we’re talking about just are not violent people.”
Briefly, Tully considered the possibility that Koesler was so naive he couldn’t conceive of anybody as being a murderer. Then he remembered that the priest had been involved in previous homicide investigations. He must know.
“Could you be more specific?” Tully asked,”Who are these nonviolent people who are so opposed to the closings?”
“Well, for instance, Monsignor Young, He’s in charge of Catholic education in the diocese. He’s also nearing retirement. Close the schools and he’s out of a job. He and people like him, are very, very strongly opposed to closings. But I can’t imagine any of these people getting violent over it.”
“Okay.” Tully thought it useless to pursue this topic-at least for now. Koesler had told him enough to establish a motive for someone perhaps wanting to murder Hoffer. At least Hoffer had his enemies. He wondered whether Stapleton and/or Carson could have been motivated by parish or school closings. Carson seemed unstable enough to be a fanatic over this. And Stapleton’s profile appeared to possess the potential for fanatical violence.
Now if that could only be the emergence of a thread that would link up with the lives of the other two victims. It could be the jumping-off point of a motive for serial murder. And from that motive would emerge the perpetrator. Or, he reminded himself grimly, perpetrators. In any case, they were beginning to make progress.
With some enthusiasm then, Tully asked, “Now, what about the nun? Her personally, and her job?”
Koesler smiled. “Sister Joan I know prettywell. She became a religious in order to teach. But like so many other nuns, she’s no longer doing what she started out to do. In her case, it was capability. I mean it Wasn’t so much that she chose to go into another field, like switching from teaching to social work or pastoral work. She was selected by her religious order, the other nuns and religious in the diocese and, eventually, appointed by the archbishop to become delegate for religious. As such, she is an intermediary between not only me various religious memselves but also between them as a group and the diocese. Sort of ‘monkey in the middle.’
“She’s not the first woman to hold that post-maybe the third or fourth. I’d have to check. But I can tell you a story that will put this in context.
“She came into the office as assistant to the delegate. The nun who was then delegate was not allowed to eat lunch in the chancery dining room with the priests and bishops. She had to eat in me kitchen-if you can imagine such a thing.”
“Yeah, I think I can imagine what discrimination is like.”
Once again, Koesler was embarrassed. “Oh, I am sorry. How stupid of me!”
Tully shrugged. “It’s okay. Go on.”
Koesler nodded. “Okay, back to my story.
“The first day Sister Joan was on the job in the delegate’s office, her superior told her to eat lunch in the chancery dining room. Joan understood that this was a first, and that she would not be welcome. But it was an order, and nuns, especially, are used to carrying out orders.
“It was with fear and trepidation that she approached the dining room just after noon.
“When she entered, the table talk, which had been lively, ended. In the loaded silence that followed, she didn’t even know what food she was serving herself from the buffet, and she was mumbling incoherently.
“Then, breaking the silence, Cardinal Boyle said, ‘Sister, when you’re ready, come and sit next to me.’ And that washow the chancery lunch counter was integrated, as it were.”
It was an interesting story, and Tully’s regard for Boyle rose, but he was unable to draw from the account any conclusion that would be useful to the theory he was trying to construct. So he simply looked expectantly at Koesler.
“The point,” Koesler said after a moment, “is that this is how the delegate for religious was treated. Even though me delegate’s status is rather exalted in me Church,”
Koesler saw’that he was not getting through to Tully, so he attempted to clarify and amplify. “This job in this diocese was originally filled by a bishop, and later by a priest. At that time the position was termed ‘vicar for religious.’ Then, when nuns filled the position, the title was changed to ‘delegate,’ because a woman could not be called ‘vicar’-a tide reserved to the priesdy caste.
“Not only was the title changed-and changed to one lower in rank-but the delegate was further humbled by not being allowed to eat in the dining room with priests. All the while, the vicar-or delegate, whichever title one wished to recognize-outranked most of the priests in that dining room.
“You see, Lieutenant, if you were to put that job in the context of, say, the administration of the president of the United States, me position would be of cabinet rank. It’s not usually looked on in this way-but, if it were, she, Sister Joan, would be me highest ranking woman in the archdiocese of Detroit.”
Tully reflected on that for a few moments. “I see,” he said, slowly. “Well, then,” he challenged, “is your Church as racist as it is sexist?”
It was Koesler’s turn to reflect. “That’s not easy to answer,” he said finally. “I don’t think the Church is racist-though you couldn’t prove that by the number of black Catholics, let alone black priests or bishops. Generally, the Church has been on the scene and given witness in the civil rights movement. But I must admit that point is arguable.
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