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Hot on the heels of the latest salvo shot from the bowels of indecency by a bunch of child abuse victim bashing Old Boy boofheads from Anglican Grammar School (‘Churchie’) as part of their never ending campaign to deify a dickhead who let his mates abuse boys almost at will, we’ve uncovered yet another in the long conga line of pedophile teachers employed at the school over the past three score and ten years.

This particular deviant we’re about to expose was not employed by Henry Emmanuel (‘Dirty Harry’) Roberts – the Churchie headmaster for 22 years under whose watch scores of students were molested by a kiddy-fiddling cast of coniuratus, and the fella in whose memory a  breakaway faction of Old ‘Boys’ aged over 50 like former ABC hack journalist Geoffrey Luck and the lacrimabilis latinitaster Tony Morris QC want to strike a bronze bust (I posit that a pair of denuded balsa wood balls would be more apt) – but he is yet another example of why these yearning-for-their-youth yap-yaps should shut up, give up and their kinky fantasy about the old fellas who once flogged them with a cane.

John William Burgess is the new kiddy-fiddler on the East Brisbane block’s name, and he taught at Churchie from 1980-85 after being employed on the erstwhile then headmaster ‘Blind’ Bill Hayward OAM’s watch.

Now I don’t know what exactly Blind Bill received his Order of Australia award for but it wasn’t reference checking, because just a few months before he appointed Mr J.W. Burgess to staff the teacher was attending a somewhat different type of meeting being held in a hall not usually paced by educators at the Penrith District Court, and the soon to be Churchie school master was not attending the meeting by invitation, but rather by virtue of a summons that being on bail at the time it was served on his doorstep the teacher simply did not have the discretion to decline.

The reason for Burgess being summoned so inconveniently to stand before a Western Sydney beak was that a likely young lass aged all of 12 had alleged her 28-year-old former teacher – Burgess – had been tampering with her tender bits and putting all sorts of things inside her, including his dick, and that he’d been doing so for the better part of the previous year,

Now to be fair to Burgess little Dianne Jane Tillett did tell police that she had turned thirteen before her primary school teacher first f*cked her properly, and the educator’s amazing self-control to wait until she’d nearly reached puberty before taking tuny Ms Tillett to his home and statutorily raping her clearly impressed the Judge, enough in fact that he elected to not record the conviction he had just entered and to release the contrite Casanova schoolteacher on a good behaviour bond.


They certainly do things different in Sydney don’t they? In fact in NSW they probably check references when employing educators they are entrusting with the care of their kids too. You’d hope so anyway, just like you’d hope that headmaster Hayward had followed the customary and eminently sensible course of ringing his prospective new schoolmaster’s previous employer to conduct a reference check.

Then again maybe you wouldn’t, because the big kahuna at Sydney’s Masada College would certainly have told him that he’d suspended and then sacked Mr Burgess and explained exactly the reason why, and if that had occurred and Blind Bill had still gone ahead and employed the self-admitted (Burgess nodded his head to the 2 counts of unlawful carnal knowledge) and now convicted pedophile then you’d have to start to suspect that he condoned kiddy-fiddling and supported sex-offenders, rather than simply being a grossly negligent principal who placed his students in peril.

We’ll never know though because the Royal Commission in its wisdom – perhaps much to the chagrin of Luck and Morris, or maybe not – decided to spare the East Brisbane school the rod by not conducting a case study into the myriad of child sex offences committed over the better part of half a century at Churchie, and in the process passed up the opportunity to put Blind Bill and forebears and successors who had employed pedos on public show in the witness box to explain their actions.


Now I’m sure I’ll be accused by the Peter Pan’s of the Oaklands Parade push of denying the pedophile protecting principals natural justice, but frankly my dear I couldn’t a flying f*ck for this school is on the nose when it comes to protecting children and it has been since Freddie Whitehouse (pictured above, next to Paul de Jersey, another Churchie Old Boy fond of fancy dress) was a little boy first scouting around and learning the joys of getting his rocks off by fondling little cocks and rocks.

It’s high time that Churchie was called to account for the crimes that have been committed at East Brisbane and the lives that its leaders have stood by silently and watched destroyed while they worry more about the institution’s ill-gotten good name than they do about Christian compassion and common decency.

These impotent old boys can build as many busts of pedophile-protecting headmasters as their hollow hearts desire. Little boys unable to grow to become men will always lie. But as Shelley taught us, the only people they are fooling are are themselves.

Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.