By demanding ever more reckless levels of Third World immigration, Australian Catholicism’s bishops must accept their share of blood guilt for Sydney’s Hanukkah murders.

Once the dreadful news that 15 revelers had been slain at Sydney’s Bondi Beach had flashed into a billion computer users’ newsfeeds on Dec. 14, it didn’t take long for the usual suspects to emerge from the steaming, stinking midden of Australian tabloid culture. Within an hour, we had the predictable war cries:

• More demands for even stricter federalized gun laws (existing laws, imposed by Prime Minister John Howard in 1996 after the Port Arthur massacre, failed to prevent the perpetrators of the Bondi bloodbath from obtaining their registered firearms).
• More weaponizing of the epithet “anti-Semitism” as meaning nothing more than “anything that Netanyahu doesn’t like” or indeed “anything that I don’t like.”
• More demands of the modern corporate mental health industry—which puts Baron Munchausen to shame in its gap between its boasts and provable achievements—be propped up with more taxpayer funds.

One question went ominously unanswered. Why did no public figure demonstrate the intestinal fortitude needed to point out that most of Australia’s allegedly Catholic bishops have been enabling the presence of Third World barbarians? Even, or rather especially, when those barbarians target Christians and, most recently, Jews?

Nigerian Christians kidnapped en masse earlier in 2025? Deafening silence. Almost 300 Sri Lankan Christians slaughtered by ISIS while worshipping on Easter Sunday 2019? Scarcely a word. 

Twenty-four years of genocide (approximately 100,000 dead) committed by Indonesia’s majority-Muslim armed forces against Catholic East Timor? A mere passing inconvenience. Churches in Gaza mown down, with their occupants, by Israeli troops? The invasion, almost four years ago now, of martyred Ukraine on the orders of an unrepentant mass-murdering KGB thug? Oh dear, we mustn’t be “judgmental.”

If “judgmentalism” is to be engaged in at all, our woke bishops would prefer that it be confined to denouncing such dangers as “transphobia,” or white hetero male breadwinners, or fossil fuels, or Senator Pauline Hanson’s One Nation Party, or the Society of St. Pius X, or the Latin Mass in general. Their repeated inability to proclaim any actual Christian doctrine which cannot be fitted onto a Hallmark greeting card is matched only by their bleats against sexism and global warming.

Since the death in 2023 of the wrongfully imprisoned Cardinal George Pell, and the subsequent resignation of Hobart’s former archbishop Julian Porteous, the only bishop who shows the slightest moral bravery in Australian Catholicism has been its sole cardinal: Mykola Bychok, himself of Ukrainian origin, and the world’s youngest wearer of the red hat (he turns 46 years old this month). On June 7, 2025, The Australian reported that His Eminence called Putin “a dictator and a killer, his hands fully [steeped] in blood.” 

No other presently reigning Australian bishop has used such blunt language. Few of them have said anything at all.

There is a simple reason for this. The Australian episcopate today is as much an arm of socialist government as were the Gestapo and the Cheka of old. 

By a process that began in the 1960s and was completed in the 1970s, Catholic schools in Australia handed over all their control to federal and state education departments, in exchange for unlimited subsidies (or, in plain English, bribes). Scandalously, the process had been instigated by those in Australia who presumed to call themselves “conservatives.” I described the result in the New Oxford Review in June 2025:

At least [Australia’s] Catholic sex abusers in 1955 and 1965, whilst repugnant enough, were not gobbling up taxpayer largesse. Furthermore, if they had been, their diocesan superiors could punish them. When 1950s-1960s prelates decided that they had a warrant to smack you, you stayed smacked.

Nowadays, taxpayer largesse is vaster than ever. Bureaus our archbishops once oversaw with a few private secretaries, chauffeurs, and housekeepers straight from the local convent now sustain lay staffs of several hundred and preside over budgets that the Romanian Securitate might have envied. The more clerics end up behind bars, the greater our rulers’ grants to the church environment in which those dog-collared degenerates flourished.

And the price for statist aid? Merely the jettisoning of whichever Catholic tenets threaten universal enslavement by Hollywood, Wall Street, Big Pharma, and Big Tech. … As the vulgar rugby song puts it: “My God, how the money rolls in!”

Many would have supposed that the Australian Royal Commission dealing with institutional child abuse, about which it released its report in 2017, might have brought an end to—or at least a temporary questioning of—this state of affairs. Nothing of the kind occurred. Precisely the opposite. According to Australia’s federal education ministry, which doubtless knows whereof it speaks:

In 2025, recurrent funding for schools is estimated to total $31.1 billion. This includes $11.9 billion to government [public] schools, $10.4 billion to Catholic schools and $8.7 billion to independent schools.

(That last statistic is not a misprint. About the sheer Alice-in-Wonderland surrealism implicit in the very concept of “independent schools,” which have their “independence” bankrolled by the nanny state to the tune of $8.7 billion per annum, the less said the better.)

There is another, and still more sinister, reason why the Australian bishops will give federal and state regimes everything they ask, whatever notional grumbles they might have about the more blatantly offensive forms of official erotic and pharmacological revolution. Given that we’re living through a period when 87 percent of Australian Catholics simply never turn up on Sundays, the bishops are desperate for warm bodies in the pews. And if those bodies are invited from foreign nations and lack the linguistic skill to deter ecclesiastical predators, that is an advantage. Because if you don’t have adequate English, you are unlikely to become sufficiently lawyered-up to lodge successful complaints about being sexually assaulted by a clergyman.

Fast forward to December 2025, when the screams of Sydney’s mourning families over the bullet-riddled corpses of their loved ones have inspired in the episcopate no public remarks whatsoever except bromides so clichéd, so utterly predictable, that AI chatbots could have generated them. (Perhaps AI chatbots did.)

All it would take is for one bishop—just one—to call a press conference and express a little contrition for decades of his and his predecessors’ poltroonery. Why cannot such a bishop simply proclaim something like the following:

We told you lies.

Most of our predecessors did the same.

They and we often did not know that they were lies, but lies they were.

While they and we yapped about “ecumenical dialogue” and “synodality” and “the springtime of Vatican II,” Satan motivated priests to debauch your children, and motivated diocesan psychologists—often perverts themselves—to facilitate the debaucheries.

We could have stopped these outrages, but we didn’t, because it is in glad-handing niceness that we have our being.

Thanks to our half-baked university and seminary “education,” we internalized and acted on Susan Sontag’s criminal libel: “The white race is the cancer of history.”

When unassimilable Third World immigrants in their hundreds of thousands overwhelmed our largest cities’ infrastructure, sent crime rates to record highs, and priced entire generations of native-born Australians out of home ownership, we rejoiced.

Because although we pay our occasional respects to the Ten Commandments in theory, we have junked them in practice.

For us, there are two great commandments. The first is: “Thou shalt not be racist.” And the second is, just as predictably: “Thou shalt not be homophobic.”

Heaven forbid that we should have jeopardized our limousines, frequent-flyer points, and indoor-heated swimming pools by preaching Christianity rather than Land Rights for Gay Whales.

But now Satan has struck again, on a beach which long ago bore Australia’s name to the farthest ends of the earth. And in the refrigerated morgue, no amount of postconciliar blathering about rainbows and friendship will suffice.

Accordingly, all my colleagues and I have submitted our letters of resignation to His Holiness Pope Leo XIV, effective immediately.

This mea culpa, and the immediate decision to refuse further kickbacks from Big Brother, are the only things that can save Australian Catholicism. The rest of the country has all but given up on it. To adapt Reagan’s famous quotation about not leaving the Democratic Party: “We didn’t leave Australian Catholicism. Australian Catholicism left us.”

Australia’s prelates and lay enforcers must now be completely banned from using public money and public real estate to harangue us about black being white, about terrorists being victims of Western imperialism, or about the foulest perversion being the highest chastity. 

Whenever we can, we Australians who are Catholics should encourage good and devout priests, should receive the sacraments from such priests (though, like Catholics under Japan’s Tokugawa shogunate, we should not hope to partake of Communion more than twice or thrice in a lifetime), and should accord these priests the honor that their office deserves. But Australia’s prelates and lay enforcers must now be completely banned from using public money and public real estate to harangue us about black being white, about terrorists being victims of Western imperialism, or about the foulest perversion being the highest chastity. 

St. Athanasius, undergoing persecution in the fourth century by his co-religionists before he was vindicated, assured his followers: “They have the buildings; we have the Faith.” That should be the attitude of Australian lay Catholics. And let us remember, too, Edmund Burke’s noble words, in his “Letter to a Member of the National Assembly”:

There is no safety for honest men, but by believing all possible evil of evil men, and by acting with promptitude, decision, and steadiness on that belief. As to the leaders in this system of imposture, you know that cheats and deceivers never can repent. The fraudulent have no recourse but in fraud.