I
attended one of the sessions held earlier in the year
after Mass to discuss the future of Redfern post Ted
Kennedy. I didn't feel that I had anything of use to
contribute because I believed that I would have no part
in this future Redfern. This conclusion was based partly
because of geographical distance but, principally because
my connection with Redfern was not necessarily with
the place or the community but with Ted Kennedy himself.
The Redfern I've known has always been a special place
and the people who attended there special people. I
have been so privileged to be welcomed there. But I
am convinced that it is Ted that has made it all so
special.
As
you know, I met Ted in 1961 as an undergraduate at Sydney
University.
I had spent three years in the seminary after school
and a further one year issuing lottery tickets as a
public servant. I commenced my Arts degree in that year
(majoring in Latin and Greek). I joined the Newman Society
and fell under the spell of the chaplain, Ted Kennedy.
I recall going to weekly discussion groups, Mass in
various lecture rooms and St Joseph's (or is it St Michael's)
across City Road, playing the odd game of squash with
Ted (who always won!), being introduced to the demon
alcohol (with whom I have continued a long and fond
association) and going on Newman camps each term.
I
arrived at the Uni still very much scarred by the battering
of the seminary. I was filled with a certain sense of
failure softened by the fact that illness over which
I had no control was the reason I was “asked” to leave.
Looking back it would have been much better if I had
made the decision myself. But the scarring was principally
the result of the rigid certain “truths” redolent of
the monastic way of life we lived which were drilled
into us by the mainly mediocre who taught us. I exclude
John Burnheim and Bede Heather from that definition.
Ted, with the patience of a saint, as the saying goes,
chipped away at these appalling rigid views with which
I had cocooned myself (probably to avoid the realities
of life). He didn't do this by criticising them but
by trying to replace them with a new look at issues,
a look based on the scriptural insights of 1960 not
1760.
Ted
was the senior of the two chaplains at Sydney
at this time and moved in a rarefied circle of intellectually
committed persons not only at Sydney Uni, but generally
wherever there were thinking Christians. When I arrived
on the scene, it was towards the end of a vibrant intellectual
movement - Charlesworth, Cody, Nelson, Flynn, Vermeech
, etc etc were a couple of years or so ahead (mainly
“or so” now I think of it), but as the Vatican Council
was to be held shortly, we were piloting the Mass in
English and we were the guinea pigs for some wonderful
new hymns from Connelly and Macauley. It was a stimulating
time. We were in awe of these luminaries who questioned
and appeared to have answers which had a relevance unlike
our Catholicism rooted back in the rigid monasticism
of the Middle Ages (ps the girls still whipped a handkerchief
on their heads at Mass at this time and masturbation
was still a mortal sin although Ted seemed to regard
it as an irrelevant form of introspection).
If
I were asked to say what was the predominant message
that Ted preached at that time from my point of view
I can easily say it was the Commandment of Love in the
New Testament. And while he may have preached it tirelessly
the outstanding thing was that he lived it and used
it to make sense of and give meaning to living Catholicism
in a modern world that was to be embraced as having
worth in its own right. The influence of John Henry
Cardinal Newman was paramount. Of course, if you ask
Ted, he'll tell you that I usually missed the point
entirely and probably he'll be pleased that at least
I got that much.
Ted
was always available for us. That to me was the most
indelible practical feature of Ted's apostolate at Sydney
Uni. He must have listened to the same personal problems
of countless students over those years. You never adverted
to it because you knew he was always concerned for you.
Following
graduation I mucked around with some part-time post-graduate
work which quite worthily came to nothing and kept in
contact with Ted mainly through the UCFA, the University
Catholic Federation of Australia, a body of graduate
and undergraduates of all the Australian universities.
(I recall someone once wanted to rename it the Federation
of University Catholic Students until the acronym was
pointed out).
I
attended Mass at Neutral
Bay
where Ted married Suzette and me - full blown Nuptial
Mass, Communion and the works despite Suzette being
an agnostic Presbyterian who promised nothing about
bringing up children and not having the course of instruction,
in fact not even convinced that Christ was more than
a great historical person! Peter Hidden's choir actually
sang for us. Our first born was baptised there.
When
the second arrived I asked Ted to baptise him. We met
at Redfern with our non-catholic sponsors and were all
appalled at the scene. I recall thoughts of a demolition
site but it was probably no different than it is today.
Unlike later years it was not the joyful occasion of
baptism during Mass.
I wasn't to be introduced to that special Community
for another decade and a half.
Not
only has Ted always been available he has always kept
in touch. Over the years as the kids grew up he'd pop
in at home in Wollongong
- never stayed long but left us feeling special. If
he didn't pop in he'd phone. We've all been victims
of his wonderfully idiosyncratic phone technique, especially
the “lingering” farewell!
I
don't know what year I first came to Mass at Redfern.
It was not long after Ted had his first stroke at Burrawang.
I'm not sure how I heard about it. In any event I'd
formed a relationship with Kath by this time and she
lived in Strathfield. It was no time at all before I
was driving back to Wollongong
after Mass via Burrawang. It was only a small thing
but I felt that it was my opportunity to do something
in return.
At
Redfern Ted gathered around himself people who were
(and still are) loyal to him and people who dissatisfied
with the “Catholic” line are constantly seeking meaningful
answers in their lives. The Redfern community is an
amalgam of disparate souls. I've never thought to try
to categorise them before. The one common “adhesive”
for us all has been Ted. He has filled a need in each
and every one of us. He has done that on a personal
one to one basis but also by introducing us to each
other so we can share his vision. And isn't the sharing
of the “sign of peace” at the Redfern Mass simply just
the highlight of the Mass!
Over
the last few years since his driving started to worry
him I've had the opportunity to travel around the countryside
with Ted. We've gone to many places, to Wilcannia to
visit a dear friend and fellow priest and the grave
of a tireless worker for the Aboriginal people, to Adelaide,
to Canberra,
to Melbourne,
to Wagga, to Broken Hill, to Inverell , to Cootamundra
and so forth. Sometimes we'd catch up with a distinguished
academic, at other times an isolated ageing priest in
some dying country town; we'd visit people who were
obviously rich and others just as obviously poor, sometimes
a bishop, sometimes a hopeless alcoholic. Ted had kept
tabs on all of them. He'd track them down. He acknowledged
his willingness to call them his friends - and he doesn't
let go of them. I can recall the surprise and delight
of one ageing former member of Redfern's black community
whom we tracked down in the TAB at Lismore and of another
we found in a bric-a-brac shop in Coffs
Harbour.
And no matter who they were there was invariably a bed
for Ted and me. Everyone knew Ted had money for anyone
else but none for himself but more than that I always
felt honoured to have him share their house. Of all
the many occasions I was on the road with Ted there
were only three nights we stayed in a motel and twice
in a Bed and Breakfast (the latter
two both hilariously eventful).
I
am to this day astonished that Ted never patronises
anyone. He talks to all in the same concerned and interested
way - and he is concerned and interested! He makes us
all feel special. He is not superficial. He is amazingly
non-judgmental with our human foibles. But on the other
hand he can be very, very judgmental whenever he sees
injustice especially when committed by those who exploit
the poor, the gay community, the black community, the
sexually exploited. He saves his most stringent criticism
for those exploiters of minorities who should know better,
and those who have closed their hearts and minds to
the gospel message of love.
I
recall a small book Ted introduced to us at one time
in our Newman discussion group. I don't recall its name
(Ted will!) but it was written by an Anglican bishop
named Robinson or Robertson. It concerned itself with
a very basic approach to Christianity, one that has
appealed to me. In following a Christian way of life
are we to be caught up in the love of the law or are
we to be caught up in the law of love? Anyone who knows
Ted Kennedy knows his answer to that question.
by Paul O'Keefe
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