Salvation Colony

Chapter Twenty-Six

159 Salvation Colony: Sequel to No Way to Die Chapter Twenty-Six Rev. Father Archibald Danfeely T he fate of the disreputable ALCA pleased us of the Roman Catholic church who featured so prominently in condemning the charlatan Shrapnell. Little did we know that we would soon be facing a scandal of even greater magnitude than that of Shrapnell and his clique. On October 18th, 1972 the private medical consultant to the Menako Diocese established beyond reasonable doubt that Reverend Sister Angela O’Reilly of the Mitsiko parish in the vicinity of Menako was two and a half months pregnant. On November 1st we, the ten white priests of the three main Menako parishes met in a secret conclave. We were Fathers Ahriman Gracias, Yomael Flush, Theodorus Fredericco, Papiyam Philip, Constantine Mohawk, Michelet Francois, Lavey Newcastle, Gresil Fabrizzio, Ezra Benito and myself, Archibald DanFeely. The meeting was chaired by our most elderly priest, Father Gresil Fabrizzio, with Lavey Newcastle as the minutes’ secretary. Father Mohawk opened the meeting with a long prayer in which he entreated God to send down light so that they would see clearly the way before them, so that the deliberations they were about to engage in should be for the good of all Christendom. He then handed over the floor to the chairman who then began in a manner which indicated that the purpose of the meeting had been already discussed amongst them. He said: 160 Linus T. Asong “Fellow brothers in Christ, you will notice that we have decided to keep this secret meeting clean - there’s no black priest amongst us this minute. “We are all God’s messengers in this country, but we are no fools. We are not only human, but humans from the quintessential species of humanity. We are white men.” He paused and served himself a glass of mineral water. “It was no accident that Christ was originally white. What I am saying here is that if it lies within our powers to perpetuate the purity of our race and religion, we must put all hands on deck. “It is now established that Sister Angella O’Reilly of Mitsiko parish whom we all know to be of exemplary conduct in her calling, is two and a half months pregnant thanks to the hand of the almighty. Let us not make a mistake, for Christendom of the white race shall not forgive us our trespasses if we act unwisely. “We shall all agree here and now to write a letter to our own white brother, Archbishop Frangle of Ovenga to inform him that we are of the considered opinion that we should stop at nothing to make sure that she is immediately evacuated so that she delivers this Christ in a white land, her own town, Dublin in Ireland.” I sat frozen. He was talking and looking at me as though he had read my thoughts and known that I would oppose him. The way the case was presented, only an enemy of our white race could refuse. They were all unanimous and argued as if they had discussed the matter several times before and were just coming to ratify their discussion. But the whole idea so pained me that I decided to voice my misgivings. When I raised my finger Father Gresil Fabrizzio seemed not to see it. I kept my hand in the air until he called on me. “Why don’t we try to be realistic for once?” I inquired. “We have spent the best years of our lives on African soil looking for and talking about Christ. Now, on the strength 161 Salvation Colony: Sequel to No Way to Die of a mere rumour we are about to take an action which will throw overboard everything we have preached and stood for. What if you carry that your Sister to Ireland or to Jerusalem and she delivers a black child, a black Jesus?” Father Fabrizzio ordered me to shut up and not bring misfortune on the white world. “You seem to think it is impossible,” I said. “You will be shocked. “We think that you will instead be shocked,” Father Fabrizzio said. At the end of the meeting a resolution was drawn up and two persons chosen to draft the letter to the Archbishop. I declined to sign the resolutions. “Give the African his chance,” I said, and then as they walked out I...