About culchiewoman

Mari Steed
Mari Steed

Mari Steed is the mother to a daughter relinquished to adoption in the US in 1978.  She is also an adopted adult born in Ireland in 1960 and exported to the US in 1961.  Mari has been joyously reunited with her daughter since 1997 and her mother, now recently passed, since 2001.  She serves as US Coordinator with Adoption Rights  Alliance, now working in conjunction with The Philomena Project.  In 2003, she co-founded Justice for Magdalenes (now operating as JFM Research), an advocacy organisation which successfully campaigned for a State apology and restorative justice for survivors of Ireland’s Magdalene Laundries. She currently serves as the group’s Committee Director.  Mari has written and spoken extensively on Ireland’s adoption exportation, intercountry adoption practice, US adoption activism and the Magdalene Laundries.  She has also testified on the US ratification of the Hague Convention on Intercountry Adoption, Pennsylvania and New Jersey proposed adoption legislation.

All views expressed are her own.

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  1. Mari,
    Well done on all you have done and are doing re the heartbreak of the innocent in Ireland and beyond.
    Nothing has changed Mari – women are still suffering – if you look up the SoS – Symphysiotomy – you will learn about the barbaric clinical trials sponsored by Pharma on women in hospitals – throughout Ireland – I believe these were done up to the mid 1980’s…my purpose for writing to you is to highlight in whatever way I can the fact that clinical trials are done on women still – if I had an email address for you I could attach an xray which is evidence that a barbaric experiment has been done on me under the guise of foot operation. Who am I – I am a sparated mother who raised my children here in Ireland (I am an Irish citizen) however, as a separated Mom I had to fight many battles of exclusion etc., nothing has changed – and just when I had raised my wonderful children to third level I thought I could move on with my life – however I have no doubts that the Irish government are using women like me as human subjects for Pharma and barbaric clinical trials – and dare we speak out (and yet I have again and again) we are labelled paranoid – I copy here below a little of the start of all of this for you – I hope you don’t mind me sharing this with you – so much medical torture has been done to my body and so much coverup – it is nauseating – but Thank God for today and I look forward to the morning sunlight…here is what I wrote and sadly every word is true….

    Dear Helen,

    In your role as a woman’s counsellor in a HSE Refuge in Dublin you offered me a “safe” space to talk through the violations of my life. I believed you to be genuine – I trusted you – I knew you for ten years and believed there was a genuine trust and support system in place but when you rang me in 2010 and invited me out to talk to you I realised some months later that your Refuge for Women is an entrapment agency. An entrapment agency for you to research their stories and then proceed with the co-operation of gardai and the medical field to do what is necessary to “silence” the victim. Your refuge even tells me to this day that they would never ever ring a client – they would never ever ask for their background details like PPS No. mother’s name, place of birth, family etc. Your refuge has even confirmed to me that they would never ever even ask for a woman’s real name – if she wished to use a fake name she could – Helen, sadly and to my peril I have learnt that you are part of the system of Church and State cover up – women who go and trust you are the new Magdalene women for torture and control – shall we now name them the Helena women…

    Therefore, Helen, why after been viciously assaulted by a paid garda informer did Women’s Aid Ireland recommend me to you….You knew I wrote out all my hurts and violation abuses in prose and poetry and I always gave you a copy of what I wrote about gardai and their harrassment and abuse as well as the criminals who assaulted me. It was in 2010 that I gave you a copy of a short story I wrote which I had fictionalised and I only stated to “you that it was based on a true story….and as many bad things have happened since I know now that in 2010 you were the Judas in my life and the Pontias Pilate to sign away my life to being a target for clinical trials and garda abuse and control…A Human subject abducted from my life for medical and government torture…No wonder you took your 30 pieces of silver and took retirement after your role of betrayal….

    That story detailed my emigration trip on the boat train to London in the 1970’s with a female friend of mine…..do you remember the details Helen…”there I am on the boat train to London and this hefty priest returning to the Missions in Africa sat down opposite – I shared the cream cracker and cheese sandwiches with him – my mother had lovingly made them for me and my friend…as the train rattled away from Holyhead he told my pal and I to put our feet up on the bench beside him – we were in a booth type seating with a table between us…My pal and I said opposite him – remember Helen – the priest had asked us if he could join us…sure what could we say? As passengers drifted off to sleep the priest went on telling us to place our feet on both sides of him – my pal to put them up one side of him and me to put my feet up the other side…he had also insisted that we take our shoes off and he would take his shoes off too. There I was Helen at 19 and yes Helen I was still a virgin Thank God…..The Fr Missioner insisted then that we go to sleep…I was drifting off to sleep with my feet up on the bench terrified that I might even touch the cloth of his suit of God…I jumped awake praying frantically in my head “Oh God, Oh God forgive me, Forgive me Father in Heaven for thinking such a thing of a priest…Oh God please forgive me” – Terrified to go back to sleep I took my feet down of the bench and decided to stay awake – Father Missioner said go back to sleep and put your feet back up, tapping the bench beside him – “No Father sure I’m fine and I am not sleep anyway”, Father Missioner insisted and said put your feet back up – his voice now was an order…Sheepishly I put my feet up and tried to sleep but because I was frightened of thinking anything bad about this Holy priest I pretended to be asleep – Then it happened again – his stockinged feet were rubbing up and down the sides of my legs – I jumped and pulled my feet down without opening my eyes…he tapped his hand on the table and said “put your feet back up” and everytime I pulled my feet down the tapping sound was the order to put them back up – his tone of his voice had changed in that order…Then I knew it was not a dream – I knew I was not having bad thoughts of a priest – Here I was just over an hour out of Ireland…and as the boat train rattled through the night towards London I was being touched up by a giant of a priest who dared to wear the suit of God….

    Helen, I went on to tell you that my pal on the train I found out 20 years later was also being touched up by this priest at the same time…she said the same everytime she pulled her feet down he ordered her to put them back…in London we ran off the train gathering our large cases with us but he shouted after us “Girls, girls wait – I have to get your address and we have to meet up in a few days before I go back to Africa” – he insisted we go in a taxi with him – we were on our way to a hostel in London run by Nuns whom I have to add were delightful good caring people to us …As we got out of the taxi outside the hostel he asked us to remember him to the Mother Superior and gave us his address written on a piece of paper..Needless to say as my story went we never mentioned that priest who looked into his 60’s to the Mother Superior and the note with his address on it my pal got rid off…so there you go Helen – was that the part of the story that gave you the Judas roll on my life? Or perhaps it was the part in the story about Fr Ivan Payne – again his name was fictionalised but I can mention it here for what have I got to hide – remember Helen I AM THE INNOCENT ONE IN ALL OF THIS…Fr Ivan Payne convicted paedophile was a rude and arrogant priest that I was advised to have a meeting with in Archbishop’s House where he delighted in asking me questions about sex and almost frothed at the mouth when I got distressed – remember Helen as the story went – I ran out and kept running back into the city of Dublin with tears streaming down my eyes – I was still so young…I trusted you Helen but when you did a background detailed haul of my life and my beloved mother’s life it was only when I bumped into Archbishop Diarmaid Martin some months later at a local parish hall that I copped on as to what was actually happening – I said hello to him and I was shocked to see his reaction – he turned around and when he saw me he let a grunt out and ran, yes Helen, he literally ran away from me – he clearly recognised who I was but I had never ever met him before or had seen him in public but he certainly knew who I was…Church and State collusion – Helen and you are my judas…I recall one time you and I talking about Schindler’s List and you told me that when you went to see that film – when it was over you sat outside in your car with a friend for an hour crying – you were so distressed by it…really Helen you should have been an actress you would have won an Oscar…as for Schindler’s List Helen, you would have served Auschwitz well –

    Well Helen there is that short story published now in part – you and your brigade of evil tried to stop me and I have no doubt that as evil continues to rise in our country you will eventually succeed…Archbishop Martin speaks out about the poor little mites in Tuam but God Forgive him but as another writing I gave you Helen “Irish Hypocrisy reigns supreme”…Archbishop Martin knows of the abuse, he knows of the medical torture, he knows again of the violation to my body, yes Helen MY BODY and Archbishop Martin just like the Taoiseach and Justice Minister remain silent – I think we can agree Helen at this stage that this is very good example of the 2014 collusion and cover up of Church and State – Ireland 2014…

    Teri

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