To Keith Raniere and the Bronfman; A message from my wife

Hey At Least it wasn't a Asian Suicide driver todaySome background, I have attended St Peters church since my baptism. My Father also was baptized and had his funeral there. Myself and my sisters and their respective families attend 5 o’clock Mass and sit in the same pew every week. The people around us are the familiar acquaintances that only years of sharing services can create. Today we were joined unexpectedly by a stranger who arrived late and pushed in our pew to share it with us. Guess what? She was tall, thin, mid twenties with long straight hair. None had ever seen her before. I must also say that her behavior was entirely acceptable. She has as much right to join us at Mass as anyone else. I hope you join us next week and please if you are from NXIVM introduce yourself. I don’t bite. The problem is your presence made my family uneasy. I hope you can understand that.
Also if you are taking your marching orders from Keith or Nancy what is the ethical purpose to join me and my family at Church? I really don’t want to end up like Óscar Romero Archbishop of San Salvador, Romero was shot on March 24, 1980, while celebrating Mass at a small chapel located in a hospital called "La Divina Providencia", one day after a sermon where he had called on Salvadoran soldiers, as Christians, to obey God's higher order and to stop carrying out the government's repression and violations of basic human rights. According to an audio-recording of the Mass, he was shot while elevating the chalice at the end of the Eucharistic rite. When he was shot, his blood spilled over the altar along with the contents of the chalice. Yes Keith while uneducated I am a student of history and symbolism.


I’m afraid my wife is in a somewhat less charitable mood and would like to say a few words.

"I was appalled to learn that you were willing to use violence against me to drag me into your little game. You don’t even know who I am. Before I met my husband my life was a story of poverty and surviving an abusive existence. I was married at 18 to my first husband and never had the opportunity to attend college and the wealth and privilege that you Sara and Clare experienced was beyond my imagination. I have at various times in my life been confronted by violence and I have always felt that a power greater than I was looking out for my safety. For someone who preaches peace and ethics and wants to share a stage with the Dali Lama you are certainly not living up to you principles’ I have never written a thing on this blog until tonight. Friday when my husband told me he was at the police station reporting a threat not only to himself but against me that was the last straw. I was confronted once by one of your woman who came to my door and if the women in church was sent by you I want you to know one thing. I am not afraid. We will continue to live our lives unconcerned with your petty and childish attempts at intimidation."

Joyce Tighe

Postscript to the Church encounter.

I purposely left out some details of the unknown Jane in St Peters. One of those details was the peculiarities of the handshake she gave to me and other communicants at Mass. In a catholic service at one point it is customary to shake hands or to at least nod to the people around and wish them peace. Non-participation by a person while perfectly acceptable might be interpreted as rude. Let me just say her handshake was unusual and she adverted her eyes which is uncommon. I am now aware that NXIVM has a very forceful type handshakes that they are trained to use that are somehow meant to establish their dominance over the other person {No I am not making this up and I know it sounds ridiculous}

Other worshipers I talked to today mentioned the presence of a strange man at Mass who appeared to be wearing a fake mustache {again I am not making this up and I know it sounds ridiculous}. This man was also seen on Broadway today.

And THANK YOU

to all that have expressed your outrage at the antics of NXIVM. I don’t think you know our full backgrounds’. I lived for a time on Steuben street In UTICA NY. There were so many arson fires at that time in my poor and low rent neighborhood that simply going to sleep was scary. I had my apartment broken into, my refrigerator overturned and just going to the store was dangerous. I also loved the challenge of living there and have wonderful memories of many poor struggling people I met there. I considered myself an urban pioneer and thought living there was akin to homesteading in the wide west. I visit that neighborhood often and I am happy to say while the Bar on the right burned done and the building on the left burned down 1403 Steuben still stands. I left after two years for a chance to live in Florida and that is a story for another day. My wife who is a much more private person than me suffice it to say lived in bad neighborhoods from Buffalo to Philadelphia. The point I am making is yes we sometimes worry for our safety. But there are many good people today, who live in Arbor Hill in Albany or Hampton hill in Schenectady who live with danger and violence everyday. The difference is I brought this on myself while these poor people many of whom are decent have little real hope of ever escaping the violence.

I guess the fact that the Bronfman’s piss away millions in the name of ethics while I know that money might do some real good along with all the misery they have caused is what infuriates me and keeps me driven