The action brought by the Crown Prosecution Service at Worcester Crown Court against Wojtek Jasinski over the removal of Witus,’s remains, heard on 3 May (in Chambers), has been adjourned by Justice Toby Hooper QC, until 4 July. The case was covered in the local and national press by Worcester News, The Daily Mail, Metro, The Daily Mirror and The Times. Justice Toby Hooper QC, commented; This is an extremely unusual case and I wish it to be carefully considered.
The Times, 4 May, wrote:
PRIEST ‘SNATCHED BODY’
A Polish priest has been charged with illegally exhuming the remains of a teenager
revered by many Roman Catholics. Father Wojciech Jasinski, 40, the superior of the Marian Fathers, is accused of taking the bones of Witold Orlowski, who died in 1944 at the age of 14 after praying to God to take him instead of a seriously ill priest (Fr J Jarzembowski). Judge Toby Hooper,QC, at Worcester Crown Court, adjourned the case to give lawyers more time to prepare. Father Jasinski was granted bail.
Meanwhile, as the legal actions around Fawley Court continue to grow, other revelations are coming to light. It now emerges that on 1 June 1961 Father Jarzembowski (together with Fr Pawel Jasinski and G Frankowski), was granted by Bucks County Council planning consent, (WR/899/61), for a sizeable private burial ground. The Marians will well know what Fr Jarzembowski’s true burial wishes were.
There is also the ghoulish prospect that apart from the questionable removal of some of the nine human remains from St Anne’s Church, is there anything more Polonia and the public should know or uncover about this ‘new’ (1961) burial ground? Why, when for half a century Fawley Court had its own, ample burial ground, were so many priests, brothers, teachers and staff all buried at Fairmile Cemetery, Henley...?
Unexpectedly, the discovery of the protected Brown Long-eared Bat, Plecotus auritus, and other flora and fauna, all of which are assured a long- term,(if not eternal), comfortable residency (Aspect Ecology report, May 2010), at Fawley Court’s mansion, outbuildings and parkland, whilst essential and ecologically correct, begs the question where does that leave us mere mortals and Fawley Court’s living souls…?
The full moon, like a silver bowl shone down lighting up the darkness on two figures ambling by the row of cypress trees on the banks of the ornamental waterway. A white, lunar luminescent swan, glided by on the still water, leaving in its wake a rhythmic ripple, hushed only by the gentle tones of our two companions. They were in deep conversation. And spoke in Latin.
One was the tall, gaunt, willowy figure of Father Joseph Jarzembowski, in black cassock, and the other the smaller, frail, Blessed Cardinal John Henry Newman, with his papal hat.
The Blessed Cardinal was much vexed; “What desecration has befallen your grave, and why, after all your good work, would your very ‘own’, after such time, so much desire to evict you?” Father Joseph acknowledged the Blessed Cardinal’s concern;” I can but only remind you of how Jesus threw the moneylenders out from the Temple..,” adding sadly; “Yes, of course I should remain and ‘THEY’ should be thrown out, their motive is clear… but I have MY supporters.” The Blessed Cardinal took the point. “What then of the candidacy for your beatification? As you know I was beatified last year 2010, September 8th, as indeed last Sunday, was your very own Pope John Paul II.”
Again, touched by this interest Father Joseph responded; “Congratulations first on your most deserved achievement. I am of course very happy for Karol. For my part I would offer many answers, but my trials and tribulations I must bear for just a while longer…”
The pair then talked about education.
A subject that was close to both their hearts. Passing between the two towering Redwoods, they climbed the steps on the left, onto the paths and squared lawns, surrounded by the stone balustrade and silhouetted statuary. They reached the second tier; the main building was a picture of grandeur, basking in a sea of platinum moonlight, rising more like God’s fortress, than posing modestly as an opulent English country house.
The distinguished apparitions entered through the large library double doors,
into the James Wyatt rooms. Emptiness. Save for the sinister cobwebs, (“barbed webs of deceit”), lurking in the ceiling corners – nothing…
The Blessed Cardinal Newman exclaimed; “But where is YOUR beautiful museum…t he old Papal and Polish documents, manuscripts, prints, pictures, paintings, militaria… Koscuiszko’s signed letters, first edition books,Bibles, Traugutt… militaria, even your beloved Commodus… the coins… military medals (Anders,Sikorski,)…the Japanese prints… the W. Buchowski and Z. Lenkiewicz swords and sabres collection, everything so lovingly assembled and invited by you, for over half a century, all especially and uniquely for Fawley Court…?
The pained look on Father Joseph’s face said it all, and he replied simply; “It will ALL be returned, here, my (OLD) boys will see to that…”
And, as if to lift Father Joseph out of his temporary sadness, through the open doors drifting in from the thickets by St Anne’s Church, rang the most sonorous, enchanting choral voices, singing; What A Friend We Have In Jesus – All our sins and gifts to bear, What a privilege to carry everything, To God in Prayer (1855).
This joyous, uplifting Anglican Victorian hymn, (words by Joseph M Scriven (1820-1886), written to comfort his mother in Ireland, set to music by Charles Crozat Converse (1832-1918), was The Blessed Cardinal’s little surprise for Father Joseph. Both are great music lovers. The Cardinal – himself an accomplished violin player – knew that Father Joseph taught/wrote music, and dearly loved choral works. The hymn did indeed cheer him up.
Even Our Lady by the desecrated Grotto smiled, less so St Faustyna Kowalska who had wandered over, her tears still in search of the promised Apostolate Centre.
The moon, now at its zenith was creating a sort of aurora borealis; its beams colourfully catching St Anne’s palms-in-prayer, skyward pointing green copper roof against a background of the night sky and stars.
Huddled together, sitting on a bench by the side of St Anne’s Church were Pope John Paul II, in quiet conversation with Cardinal Stefan Wyszynski, both caught in a pool of moonbeam, whispering, so as not to disturb Prince Stanislaw Radziwill, and others…
Pope John Paul II, and Cardinal Stefan, were both lamenting the desolated, indeed ransacked St Anne’s Church. Exclaimed Cardinal Stefan; “But why is our ORĘDZIE being so impertinently ignored? What of the blessed earth you, Karol, had ensured was placed beneath this holiest of places, and burial ground here? We made our point quite explicitly, which the Głos Towarzystwa Przyjaciół Fawley Court (Rok 3, No: 3 maj 1969) reprinted for Zielone Świątki (Whitsun);
– Umiłowane Dzieci Boże i moje w Anglii… Apeluję więc do Was, Rodacy, byście życzliwą troską i opieką otaczali Kolegium Bożego Milosierdzia, które ostatnio ze względu na swe urządrzenia, wysoki poziom nauczania i staranny dobór profesorow, spotkało się z najwyższym uznaniem nawet u włladz brytyjskich” (Translation of part of Proclamation: My dearest children of God here in England, I appeal to you my compatriots, that you embrace with care, and protection Divine Mercy College, which in light of its fine facilities, high standard of teaching, and excellent teachers has met the highest approval, even from the British authorities…. Praise and acceptance indeed mused Father Joseph.
However, deep in the parkland, all this was not going down well in the vicinity of (Freeman’s Folly – Devil’s Temple). Not well at all. Mephistopheles, (or is it Lucifer?), and the other little satans, are all stamping their feet and petulant hoofs in disgust. Things are just not turning out as planned. From whence all this protest, obstacles, difficulties…? Even Hades, the Greek God of the underworld, for the unliving, could not be persuaded to disrupt things. Our gentle giant from Pergammon was resting. Chronos (Time, and Father of Zeus) was totally disinterested – he far more preferred things as before. Before the recent, (temporary), wretched ‘takeover’ of Fawley Court.
With day breaking, and the bird’s dawn chorus ever more chirpy, the night and the moon’s platinum glow, slowly gave way to nature’s morning colours. In the distance one could hear our distinguished apparitions murmuring (in Latin); lucus a non lucendo (A paradoxical or otherwise absurd derivation), and; CAVEAT EMPTOR, CAVEAT SUBSCRIPTOR,CAVEAT VENDITOR! (BUYER BEWARE, SIGNATORY BEWARE, SELLER BEWARE ...!).