It’s an old story now, but I just came across it. In a 2002 editorial on the paedophilia/homosexuality crisis in the Catholic church, Charles Krauthammer recounted a story about a priest in Hobart, Australia. Many years ago, a rapist entered the church hoping for protection from the authorities. When the priest heard his story, he knocked the rapist out with a punch to the nose and then called the cops.
I think that’s how cities of refuge were supposed to work.
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