Archie knows a little bit about Centacare, and particularly about its various policies. including those relating to child abuse.

He used to be a senior organiser in the social and community sector, and was heavily involved in negotiating things like policies and procedures and EBA’s and codes of conduct, and because Archie developed a photographic memory as a PTSD-driven weird side-effect of abuse he can recall all of the details of the policies.

If for some strange reason there is something Archie can’t remember he can just ask Maggie.

Maggie is Archie’s wife. She’s a victim too.

Maggie used to work at Centacare. She was a good Catholic, and used to be on the Parish Council and help the priest in her local church every single day. The Archbishop liked Maggie, and admired her commitment to the Catholic Church, so he made her the staff representative on a whole range of different social and spiritual committees, working groups and policy forums.

Archbishop Mark Coleride used to invite Maggie to senior level church events too. His Grace and Maggie have had dinner together many times over the years. Here’s a picture taken of them together a couple of years ago before Maggie got all skinny.


Here is an extract from Centacare’s Child Services Handbook.

Archie suspects that the Catholic Church employee whop called him an attention seeking dog for speaking out against child abuse may not have complied with Centacare’s policies, because most reasonable people do not think that labeling a child abuse victim who calls out their abuser and the abuser’s protectors an attention seeking dog is minimising risk, particularly when the person being called the attention seeking dog suffers from major post-traumatic stress disorder, a diagnosed and recognised mental illness under the internationally applied DSM.


Maggie says that Archie’s medical condition makes him a vulnerable adult. Maggie’s had to help her husband through the various episodes he’d had over the years, all of them triggered in some way by events relating back to his abuse, even the ambulance rides and hospitalisations.

99% of Australians agree that vulnerable adults should be treasured and safeguarded, and that his right to speak out against child abuse should be respected.

Alicia Worrall however is obviously like a bikie, for she’s one of the one percenters who see no problem with calling a kid who’s been raped and is speaking out so he can try to keep other kids safe an attention seeking dog.

Alicia was little wee problem though.

Maggie’s friend the Archbishop is the big boss of the Centacare in Queensland, and his policy about the decent and proper way to treat child abuse victims is mandatory across the organisation, and all staff must abide by and comply with it.


Unfortunately for Alicia Worrall, but quite fortuitously for disabled and marginalised Australians like Archie, Centacare has a big book of rules outlining the non-negotiable behavioral standards that employees are required to meet when dealing with other people, even if they are outspoken child abuse victims saying nasty things about the Centacare employee’s mate who laid the platform for Kevin Lynch to rampantly rape, pillage and abuse young adolescent men.

The big book is called the Code of Conduct, and if an employee breached the rules in the book they can be disciplined, or even sacked.

Archie used to represent sacked workers all the time and knows exactly what is and is not a sacking offence. Maggie does too, because before she went to work at Centacare and started dining out with the Archbishop she ran a regional section of the Queensland Working Women’s Service, and worked in a Community Law Centre too. Then would you became a union official too, but she was with the media union.

The members of the media union write lots of stories about thinks like child abuse, and discrimination and vilification, and they get published in newspapers and magazines and on the TV. Most of the time they are even on the 6 and 7 o’clock news.

Maggie made lots of friends when she worked in the media union and they’d be happy to help her efforts to stamp out child abuse by publicising a story about a nasty but very, very silly woman named Alicia Worrall, who by her very actions has shown us that she believes it is just fine and dandy to without provocation attack a kid who got raped and is standing up and speaking about it because now that the kid’s grown up and he’s a writer named Archie he realises that it wasn’t his fault and never was at all, and he wants to tell every abused kid that it wasn’t their fault either.

Archie knows from bitter personal experience of being a victim of crime – one that Alicia’s faux-priest friend was a conspirator in – that most young victims feel shame and self-blame even though they hold none, and that these negative feelings often lead to major depression, and major depression often leads to suicide.

Maggie built a magnificent garden of peace and healing at St Pauls, and in the centre of of the garden she painted 12 boys names on plaques that she placed inside a stone wall to keep the boys safe for eternity, carefully arranged together so the boys would never feel alone again, and then placed in a neat circle around a pond that is really a mirror to the suns and the skies and the stars and the heavens and the whole huge ever-growing universe.

Archie and Maggie and their friend Dr Browning, who’s now in charge of St Paul’s and hates what the people before him did to the kids, don’t want little boys or girls to get raped by adults and then die.

They want children to be kept safe, and know that can only happen if damaged bu healing victims like Maggie and Archie and whole lot of others speak out and tell their stories so they will never be repeated again.

Most of all though they want kids to live, and be able to fly.

All good Australians do.

The priest Tom Treherne was not a good Australian.

Alicia Worrall’s not either.

I don’t really know what Archie is, because after 30 years of suppressed secrets let free I’m really still getting to know him.

I know what he’s not though, and that’s a dog.

So it’s lucky that sexual offending against children is a perverted, pedohile’s sick f*ck evil crime that doesn’t fall under the strictures of the Geebung Code, because it leaves Archie free to write to Maggie’s friend the Archbishop and tell Mr Coleridge about how upset it has made him to be re-victimised by a close supporter and friend of one of the people involved in his abuse, and get a called a f*cking dog by a woman who fondly refers to his abusers mate as Tiger.

And Archie’s really, really upset too.

Little Dickie Morrison was just a generalised all round tank job, and we’ve seen what’s been happening to him haven’t we sportsfans?

But as the song goes ‘you ain’t seen nothing yet’, because this one’s personal.

Poor Alicia. She thought she could drive a person into the garage so they could spend an hour staring at ropes and sharp things, and somehow deceived herself into thinking that is was all okay and all right.

She’s about to find out just how wrong a person can ever be.

You can trust in that.