A Heartbeat Away - Michael Palmer [105]
The video swung to Karl Larson. The street person responded to the reporter’s queries in a gruff, raspy voice.
“I thought the Certain Path was about praying and stuff,” Larson said. “But after a little while I couldn’t do the meditation and the hours and hours of praying. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stay clean and sober. That’s when Brother Bartholomew began to beat me. He put me in a cell in the basement to keep me away from the booze and drugs. Then he’d beat me on my back and butt with straps and ropes and even canes. Sometimes he’d tie me up. He told me it was the only way to get the demon out. We may be homeless and desperate, but we still got pride. And we don’t deserve to be beaten like dogs, even though, as Brother Bartholomew says over and over, it’s for our own good.”
Larson held his tattooed arms up to the camera to show they were bruised and scarred. The next shot cut from the drifter back to the outside of the ministry, where the camera followed the reporter around the perimeter of the aged redbrick building, with a red neon sign running down one corner that read, simply, MISSION.
“According to prosecutors, Mr. Larson was not the only addict subjected to Brother Bartholomew’s unusual brand of aversion therapy.”
The next transition showed the outside of a police station. The bottom graphic identified the officer interviewed as Lieutenant Erik Olsen of the Wichita, Kansas, Police Department.
“We have several alleged victims of Xavier Bartholomew who have come forward to file complaints. The matter is under investigation, so I cannot comment further at this time.”
“And yet, in another twist to this story of good intentions gone bad,” Deb Rosen’s voice said from off camera, “not all of the addicts who have sought out Brother Bartholomew for help have been treated as Karl Larson allegedly was.”
The man in the next shot looked to be everything Larson was not. He was bright-eyed, clean-shaven, well dressed, and smiling. The undergraphic identified him as Paul Silasky, recovered alcoholic/addict.
“I would have died if it weren’t for Brother Bartholomew,” Silasky said. “Same for a lot of others, too. I tried everything, NA, AA. You name the twelve-step program and I did it. Nothing worked for me until I found Brother Bartholomew. I don’t consider the Certain Path’s way a punishment. It’s a path to freedom—a way to life.”
The segment finished with the reporter across the street from the mission. The graphic shown in the upper right corner of the screen was a photograph of Brother Bartholomew, a man in his fifties with a round, cherubic face and a horseshoe head of silver hair, absent in the front, down past his shoulders in the back. He wore a bright, floral-designed shirt underneath a heavy, dark brown wool monk’s robe. Chains of brightly colored beads—turquoise, reds, and blues—dangled around his neck. Some of the necklaces had ornaments attached, but none were of any religious symbol that Griff recognized.
“Community activists, social workers, and other mental health professionals have been uniform in their condemnation of the Certain Path’s alleged methods,” the reporter said. “Some are opposed to the ministry and its soup kitchen remaining open to the public. In the meantime, Brother Xavier Bartholomew is free on bail and back at work. A trial date is projected for sometime next year. Bartholomew and his attorney declined our requests for an interview.”
YouTube faded to black. Griff pointed to the stats that showed the video had originally been uploaded four years ago, and over that time had amassed only 725 views.
“Guess a video about abusing drug addicts isn’t going to sweep the world,” Griff said.
“Certainly not like all those dancing overweight cats with ten million views apiece,” Forbush replied.
“I think I need to try and find Brother Bartholomew and get some answers for ourselves.”
“What’s so important?” Melvin asked.