Father McCormick, recently arrested for soliciting a prostitute, had an ugly confrontation with a victim and frequent guest of this site. From Victim4Justice’s comment on Catholics4Change.com last Spring:
“On a recent Sunday, myself and a few other people set up shop outside of St. Timothy’s Church in Northeast Philly, where Fr. Thomas Rooney was one of the twenty-one priests recently removed from active ministry for credible allegations of abuse. We stood on the pavement beneath the stairs of the church in an effort to warn parishioners and the neighborhood of a known suspected pedophile priest.
After Mass, Father Patrick McCormick came through the doors of the church and walked down the steps, looking like an Irish punk, after his 12-pack of beer. Father McCormick pointed in my direction and asked, “What are you doing in front of my church?” I said, “We are here to protect children. Father Thomas Rooney was recently placed on administrative leave for allegations of abusing minors. We are here to protect children!” With that answer, Father Patrick McCormick pointed at me and told me, “You just shut up!” Being that it is that I can’t stand being told what to do, especially by a man who wears the same type of clothes as a priest who abused me wore, I went nuts. I started screaming at him about my being silent for 20 years, and I’m going to use my voice and hope to overpower his. He claimed, while parishioners were still milling around the area of the church, in a loud voice “Father Rooney has been exonerated from any wrongdoing, as have the other 20 priests.” This is entirely untrue, and when I called Fr. McCormick a liar, he came down off the church steps, onto the pavement, and bumped me chest-to-chest. He pointed directly at me and said, “You need to forgive!” Well, not true again. I said, “You should be down on your *bleeping* hands and *bleeping* knees begging for my forgiveness.”
I could’ve filed assault charges against Father Patrick McCormick for bumping me. I could’ve filed charges for his threatening me. Instead, after the heated exchange, I walked away and I went home. For so long now, I have been fighting this issue of sexual abuse inside and outside of the walls of the Catholic Church. The next morning, I sat in front of my computer and cried for a 1⁄2-hour. Everything had just gotten to me, and the more I thought of how Father McCormick and other Catholic parishioners treated me the day before, the more I thought about the abuse I suffered as a child, by another “man of God.” I thought about everything that I’ve been called in the last 2 years, for trying to protect children and to seek justice for victims. It was a load to bear.”