It’s early on a Tuesday morning, and Sister Helen Prejean is about to make another pilgrimage to Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola, this time to visit death-row inmate Manuel Ortiz. “I think we have a chance at getting him out this time,” she said. “I really do.”
She is 80 years old now, continuing the death-row ministry that began in 1982 when she began corresponding with Patrick Sonnier — the experience that culminated in the bestselling “Dead Man Walking: The Eyewitness Account of the Death Penalty That Sparked a National Debate.” That book was adapted for an Academy Award-winning film starring Susan Sarandon and Sean Penn, as well as an opera; her second book was “The Death of Innocents: An Eyewitness Account of the Death Penalty in America.”
She has continued to write; her new book “River of Fire: My Spiritual Journey” (Penguin Random House) illuminates the roots of her moral convictions and the progress of her soul. Its epigraph comes from St. Bonaventure: “Ask not for understanding, ask for the fire.” It is the prelude to "Dead Man Walking."
Spiritual memoirs follow familiar contours: the education of a self, the formation of a moral core, the quest to put faith in action, the test of that faith and forward motion — the person always moving toward God, or whatever name the writer gives the Divine.
In Prejean’s case, that moral education took the shape of an upbringing in a loving Cajun family in Baton Rouge, a Catholic education, a commitment to the novitiate at 18, and her first call as a teacher at St. Frances Cabrini, teaching grammar to eighth-graders.
This was followed by a stint as director of religious education for St. Frances Cabrini Parish after the announcement of Vatican II, and as director of novitiates for the Congregation of St. Joseph. Then it was on to Hope House in New Orleans' St. Thomas housing development, which added a social dimension to her religious and moral education.
Surprisingly, she came rather late to social justice. Seeing an exhibit of John F. Kennedy’s writings in New Orleans in 1964, she was inspired to begin keeping a journal that continues to this day. And when 27-year-old Prejean met Martin Luther King Jr. in the Chicago airport, the civil rights leader asked for her prayers.
Vatican II was a turning point for her. “I think that’s really when we became an adult church, getting down to matters of conscience and sorting things out,” she said. "We learned to get in the world with the suffering, right down to the those in our city. And the African-American people at St. Thomas became my teachers.”
“I had two cocoons I had to break out of,” she said. “I was a child of my time. The first was the way I saw the world. I’d pray to God to solve the big problems. It was a vertical thing; I was trying to go to directly to God. But what I really needed to do was directly commit to loving my neighbor.
"The other cocoon was white privilege. I always saw people just like me. And there’s a wonderful quote, ‘What the eye doesn’t see, the heart cannot feel.’ ”
“I’d bring people on retreats, and they’d resist, saying ‘We’re nuns, not social workers.’ And I said, bring it on! At a community gathering, a nun named Sister Marie Augusta Neal said, ‘Jesus preached the good news to the poor.’ ” Then Prejean heard words that changed her life: “And integral to that good news is that the poor are to be poor no longer.”
“I had studied theology, but I’d never studied liberation theology,” she said. “It was never about justice. When you talked about 'the least of these,' it was couched in terms of charity, but never justice.”
So she found a new direction in her vocation. “We have to confront institutional racism," she said. “And education is crucial; it teaches you how to be an agent in the world.”
Along the way, she was tested, challenged and supported by deep bonds with others. She writes about her 34-year friendship with Sister Christopher (Ann Barker), a nurse in Houma, and her relationship with Father William, a priest from Boston who wanted to marry her and leave the church. Here, we see Prejean at her most human and revelatory.
“I don’t think humans can live without intimacy,” she said. The priest’s alcoholism finally drove them apart, although eventually he sought help. “I didn’t know much about alcoholism then, but I learned,” she said. “I know this is a homely metaphor, but I couldn’t be the Elmer’s Glue that held him together.”
Some of the most lyrical passages describe the nuns on retreat in Grand Isle. “I loved that Chris (Sister Christopher) could come with the teachers on vacation,” Prejean said. “It’s so great to be at the beach and feel the wind in your hair.”
In one hilarious passage, the nuns debate whether they need to wear habits over their bathing suits to cross the road to the beach.
“You never think, when you become a nun, about going on vacation,” she said, “and when you do, you’re with the same sourpusses you live with!”
As it happened, Prejean was speaking on the feast day of St. Ignatius of Loyola. The Spanish priest and founder of the Jesuit order "gave us the 'Spiritual Exercises,' rules for discerning what kind of energy is moving in us," she reflected, "consolation, which gives us a feeling of buoyancy and hope, or desolation, which gives us a feeling of sadness.”
She quoted Goethe: “'We have to be dark to ourselves, open to outsiders, and truly engaged with the world, not just the surface.'
“And you know me. I really engage.”
Source: nola.com, Susan Larson, August 6, 2019
Sister Helen Prejean Explains It All for You
At 80, she is publishing a memoir about her social activism.
NEW ORLEANS — Thirty-five years ago, when Sister Helen Prejean was in the death house at the Louisiana State Penitentiary in Angola waiting to witness the execution by electrocution of Elmo Patrick Sonnier, the guard in charge asked her, “What’s a nun doing in a place like this?”
“Dead Man Walking,” her harrowing 1993 book about her experiences on death row, was one answer. In it, she writes of how she became a pen pal and spiritual adviser to Mr. Sonnier, who had been convicted, with his brother, of killing a teenage couple parked on a lover’s lane after raping the girl.
Sister Helen described her horror at the barbaric crime and at its barbaric consequences, her stumbles with the victims’ families and her education into the injustices of the death penalty and death penalty convictions. Her conversion to activism would in time make her one of the country’s best-known death penalty abolitionists, and maybe its most famous nun.
The book was a New York Times best seller, and then a movie, an opera (with a libretto by Terrence McNally) and an educational program. The film, out in 1995 and made by Tim Robbins, starred Susan Sarandon as Sister Helen and Sean Penn as the death row inmate. Ms. Sarandon won an Oscar, wearing a coppery Dolce & Gabbana gown to the ceremony.
Sister Helen, who had shed the habit in the late 1960s (as many nuns did post-Vatican II; the ecumenical council began in the early ’60s to modernize church practices), wore a black top and a long flowered skirt she borrowed from a friend. What would the nun wear? was big news at the time, Sister Helen recalled.
On a recent July day she was in a white polo shirt printed with sprigs of flowers, khaki-green denim pants and wedge sandals, greeting a reporter to discuss her new book, “River of Fire: My Spiritual Journey,” out on Aug. 13, a memoir of her life up until the moment she began to correspond with Mr. Sonnier.
In it, Sister Helen, who was raised in Baton Rouge and is of French Cajun descent, tells how a precocious Catholic girl turned nun shed her cocoon of privilege long after the social revolutions of the 1960s and the attendant reformations and renovations of Vatican II transformed many sisters into social justice activists.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she writes. “It’s going to take a while.”
But being a nun has always been a radical act. What’s more counterculture, Sister Helen said, than joining a convent?
‘Catholic Prozac’
Sister Helen, bane of prosecutors, was settled into a recliner topped with a lace antimacassar stitched with her last name, having moved papers, letters and her journal out of the way. With short, bushy brown hair, big round glasses and a luxurious Louisiana way with vowels, she looked about 65, though she turned 80 in April.
She lives in a modest two-bedroom apartment, a few blocks from the fairgrounds in New Orleans, running her organization, the Ministry Against the Death Penalty, from the apartment next door.
The staff of five includes Sister Margaret Maggio, an old friend who is also in Sister Helen’s order, the Sisters of St. Joseph, and Rose Vines, an Australian writer, activist and atheist. There are debates on cosmology and quantum physics over scotch (Sister Helen) and gin and tonics (Ms. Vines).
A framed print of Fra Angelica’s “Annunciation” hangs over Sister Prejean’s computer monitor, taped to which is a photo of Dzhokhar Anzorovich Tsarnaev, the convicted bomber of the Boston Marathon, printed with the words “Pray for Dzhokhar.”
In 2015, after meeting with him five times at his lawyers’ request, Sister Helen testified on his behalf. The prosecution had fought hard to keep her off the stand, and attacked her testimony as being biased. “I presented him as human being,” she said. Nonetheless, the jury returned a death sentence.
In the bathroom, there was a quiz deck of landmark American Civil Liberties Union cases.
“Here’s the spark at the heart of all this,” she said. “The big annunciation” — she nodded at her Fra Angelica print — “was writing a man on death row and witnessing his execution. When I walked out of that execution chamber, all this was new to me. I didn’t know anything about the criminal justice system. I love to quote what Tim Robbins said: ‘The nun was in over her head.’ Back then I didn’t know anything.”
Sister Helen grew up in an affectionate Catholic family. Her father was a lawyer; her mother, a nurse. They loved language, drawing on both Roget’s Thesaurus and Groucho Marx — and the Virgin Mary. On family trips, the family of five said three rosaries a day, as Sister Helen writes, “surefire Catholic Prozac for three squabbling kids in the back seat.”
In eighth grade, she declared she would grow up either to be pope or president. She was curious about romantic love, but had ambitions outside of marriage and children. She was 18 when she joined the Sisters of St. Joseph’s, an order begun in France in 1650 with a particular mission for the education of girls.
She was a scrappy, mouthy novitiate, often in trouble. Bounding out of the family station wagon on the day she joined the convent, she announced, “I’m here! I’m here to become a bride of Christ!’”
And she was wildly competitive, once practicing the down-turned gaze meant to indicate modesty so zealously that she knocked down another nun.
Convent life wasn’t all rosaries and penances. When she and 13 other nuns in her community vacationed on an island off the Gulf Coast, they surfed in inner tubes and scarfed boiled crabs and cold beer. They listened to “West Side Story” and dissolved in tears.
On the first day of that vacation, an ethical dilemma presented itself: Before a trip to the beach, should they take off their habits in their camp, or cross the public highway in full nun regalia, and divest in the sand? It took half an hour of discussion before someone pointed out that the image of 14 nuns undressing on a beach and leaving their habits in a big black heap would perhaps be too unsettling.
Sister Helen read J.D. Salinger and Thomas Merton but was oblivious to the civil rights movement swelling around her, though she did learn to play “Blowin’ in the Wind” on her guitar.
At a religious education program in Ontario, she met a young priest she calls William in the book, and they fell in love. Nuns and priests were experimenting with a relationship model called “the third way,” which was sort of like dating except the couples stayed celibate and true to their orders.
“If this sounds confusing and tricky in the extreme,” she writes, “that’s because that’s exactly what it is.” William was not only smitten with Sister Helen, he was also jealous and controlling, as well as being an alcoholic. It took seven years for her to end the relationship.
Then came a nascent feminist awakening, as she examined the meaning of celibacy beyond biology. Attending to William’s emotional needs, she writes, had consumed more and more of her time and focus, competing with “the single-heartedness” that is the essence of her vocation.
“Virginity is completely identified with sex,” she said, “what a person has not experienced. It’s that closed-off, puritanical kind of thing.” But Sister Helen’s practice of celibacy taught her that the Virgin archetype was something more radical. “It is the single-heartedness that is the integrity in one’s being,” she said, and then quoted Jean Shinoda Bolen, the Jungian author: “She does what she does, because what she does is true.”
It is a state available to everyone, she writes, even politicians. “Although in the United States, the brokering of money and power in politics sets the ‘purity bar’ pretty high.”
Sister Helen’s awareness of social justice came even later, when she attended a talk by an activist nun who noted that Jesus’ message about the poor is that they be poor no longer. That their fate was not God’s will, and that just praying for people was not enough. Social justice, the nun said, meant being involved in political processes, because doing nothing was tacit support for the status quo.
What stung the most, Sister Helen said, “was the realization of how passive I had been.” A year later, she moved into Hope House, a Catholic service ministry in a New Orleans housing project. She was 42 years old. And a year after that, she would begin writing to a death row inmate.
“I had to break out of two cocoons,” she said. “One was the spiritual one that by praying you helped the world be a better place. And the other was white privilege because I was taken care of in every way. Nuns were held in great regard. We could ride the buses free. If we went to a restaurant, someone would pay the bill. I didn’t know any poor people. I didn’t know that right down the street from the convent where I was living, in the New Orleans suburbs by the lake, were 10 major housing projects. You grow up in these envelopes. My good mama and daddy would say, ‘Now honey, it’s better for the races not to mix.’ I didn’t know booscat!”
Her family was always supportive, though often her work and her eventual celebrity made for complications. There was the time her brother, Louis Prejean Jr., befriended Antonin Scalia, the late conservative Supreme Court Justice, at a wedding, and began to take him duck hunting. When the movie “Dead Man Walking” was about to come out, Mr. Prejean proudly told the justice that his sister was going to be played by Ms. Sarandon.
As Sister Helen remembered, “Scalia says to him, ‘Just what we need. Another liberal book being made into a liberal movie.’ And Louie says, ‘Sis, I don’t think he’s too excited about your movie so I’m not going to bring it up anymore.’”
Justice Scalia was an ardent supporter of the death penalty, a position that still confounds Sister Helen. “Human beings’ ability to compartmentalize is truly an amazing thing,” she said. “The way Scalia said, ‘As a justice, I must leave my Catholic faith at the door and follow the Constitution,’ as if the moral imperative to be compassionate and forgive doesn’t give you a perspective when you look at equal justice under the law.”
“Thomas Merton,” she added, “said the end of the world will be legal.”
‘God’s Will’
Sister Helen has witnessed six executions since she watched Mr. Sonnier die in 1984. The second to last death was Dobie Gillis Williams, an African-American man with an IQ of 65, charged in the horrific murder of a Louisiana woman. “With an all-white jury,” she said, “he didn’t have a chance.”
That was in 1999. Since then, she has been visiting Manuel Ortiz, who is also on death row in Angola, convicted of the murder-for-hire of his ex-wife for her insurance. Sister Helen and others believe that he is innocent. The drive from New Orleans to Angola is two and a half hours, and Sister Helen has done it so often, she said, “my body knows the way.”
Ms. Sarandon has also made the trip more than once, most recently to visit Mr. Ortiz with Sister Helen in late February. Theirs has been a long friendship and collaboration; at one point, the nun had her own bedroom in Ms. Sarandon’s New York apartment.
“She’s been a great mentor and a great friend,” Ms. Sarandon said. “Somebody who always makes me laugh. One of the mistakes people make is thinking that everyone who does this kind of work is really a bore. A Debbie Downer. But Helen is really fun. She is always on a mission to learn. She keeps her heart and her mind open.”
It took seven years to write “River of Fire.” Gloria Loomis, Sister Helen’s longtime literary agent, had been pressing the nun to tell her story for some time, but she was always on the road.
She travels three-quarters of the year, and has spoken in all 50 states. She makes a silent retreat every year at the Trappist Monastery in Kentucky, Thomas Merton’s community, and she has been awarded 65 or so (no one is quite sure) honorary degrees, the most recent being a doctorate in divinity from Yale this spring. Her colleague Sister Margaret described her as a hurricane.
It’s a far different life than one lived in a cloister, though Sister Helen said that she considered that path for one weekend in high school. (Ms. Sarandon said, “You can imagine how crazy Helen would have been in a cloister.”)
“There’s this thing of how you discern God’s will in your life,” Sister Helen said. “Or how your boat catches a wave and you begin to ride the current. There’s different ways of talking about it.”
Source: The New York Times, Penelope Green, August 10, 2019. Penelope Green is a feature writer in the Style department. She has been a reporter for the Home section, editor of Styles of The Times, an early iteration of Style, and a story editor at The New York Times Magazine. She lives in Manhattan.
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